#psst. shes lying

[weredrone-replies]

UZIIIII!!! can I pet you and or hug you you are just a silly little guy 💜💜💜

UZI: N's more the one who likes physical affection. Maybe a handshake or something?

[mistxmood]

goofy aah

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this was really hella fun acthually yaay! background can be found here

Image description below cut!

(psst you should also check this out)

[Image Description: Mabel is lying down on her front besides her bed in the Mystery Shack. She's wearing a purple headband and skirts, and a mint-colored sweater with a piece of nacho snapped in half and dipped in guacamole on the front of her sweater. She's reading The Book of Bill, which is flipped onto the "Origins" section of the "My Story" chapter.]

[She then says, "Oh, look," and perks up as she starts to pick up the book. She shows it to someone off-screen, focusing their attention on Bill Cipher's baby picture as she gushes, "It's the picture I took of you the first time I ever came here!"]

["Look at you, so young and happy!" The book descends, revealing Bill Cipher sitting opposite of her. He has his arms and legs crossed and looks completely disgruntled. He's wearing his orange jumpsuit and has a jagged crack over his surface that reveals TV static within him. Static also jumps around his form. Mabel, continuing on, bemoans, "Where did the years go?" End image description.]

[organic-bloodbath]

No more secrets

Hwang In-ho x Wife!Reader

Summary: You're In-ho's wife, but know nothing about him being the Frontman. Without his knowledge, you've been taken to play the games too. One night he explains everything to you about being the Frontman.

A/N: This was a request i got, i hope you like 🫶🏻 I haven't written about him before so i wasn't sure how to portray him here. This also became a lot longer than how i originally thought it would turn out.

♡♡♡

Your husband was lying to you about something. You knew he wasn't telling you everything, but every time you asked about it, he would just deny that there was anything going on.

He told you that he'd soon be leaving for a 'work trip' and would be back home in a week. He didn't tell you any details, nothing about what it was even about, he was really dodgy about the situation. You knew it wasn't just a work trip, something was going on and you had to find out what.

♡♡♡

You were in a large field with hundreds of other people, all dressed in identical green tracksuits, including you. People were getting shot, the ground was full of blood and fresh corpses.

You were running towards the finish line behind everyone else, until you fell on your back when someone pushed you, running past you and not caring about your life at all. You winced and held your head as you sat up and realized too late what you had just done.

You had moved.

You had moved when the giant doll was scanning for any movements in the area. You were going to die and so was your unborn child. Someone was going to shoot you to death and you buried your face into your hands, as if that would prevent you from getting shot. A few people here and there were being eliminated and you waited for your turn.

But it didn't come. The doll had turned around and the players continued running. Had they missed you? Not noticed that you hadn't stayed still?

"Psst," someone said next to you. "You better get up if you want to get to the finish line and live."

He was right, you were far behind from everyone else and if you didn't start running soon, you'd be dead for being too slow.

♡♡♡

The Frontman was sitting on his leather couch, watching the game on the big screen and sipping whiskey. When the first player had moved, a chaos ensued and people started running around in panic, bullets dropping them down one by one. In-ho's favorite part of this game was the players realizing what 'being eliminated' meant for them.

Then, his heart stopped and he almost spilled the whiskey on his black suit. He saw someone familiar among the players.

Y/N. His own wife was taking a part in the games. How the hell had she ended up here?!

Just a few minutes ago he was enjoying the show, relaxing and taking a bet in his mind how many players would survive through the game. But then there was you who had no idea what you had just gotten into.

No, no, no, no - this wasn't happening.

He needed to know why someone allowed her to come here and why he wasn't aware of it. He had seen all the files of the players, all of them. You weren't even in any debts, Hwang In-ho knew that, so how was it possible you were pulled here? Someone had stripped you and put the same green tracksuit on you as everyone else.

Maybe he was seeing things. Player 002. That was your number. Maybe she just looked like you. The camera which was recording this game had done a close-up on a few players and it was enough to recognise you.

He wasn't going to let you stay here and play these games. This wasn't your place to be, this was meant for people who needed money urgently and had no other choice.

♡♡♡

The moment you saw your husband walk through the crowd, anger rose inside you. You wanted to hit him, kick him, throw all sorts of insults at him for lying to you.

Your eyes met, about thirty metres between you two. You were the first one to start walking towards him and he came to you half way.

"What the hell is going on, In-ho?!" you shouted, not caring how many people heard and how much of it.

"Y/N, please-"

"'Y/N please', just tell me what on earth you're doing here? What is this place? Is this your so called 'work trip', hm?"

Another man was near him, looking at the two of you, confused but not wanting to intervene what was going on.

"I didn't want to tell you because you'd only get worried and-"

"Worried? Worried?! You came to a place where you could be killed! You didn't tell me anything where you were going!"

"How are you here?"

"I tried to follow you."

"Follow me?"

"You were hiding something from me, for weeks you were acting so suspicious and i needed to know what was going on," you explained, standing so close to him that you could smell his breath and barely letting yourself to breathe between the words, you wanted to get everything out of you as fast as possible.

"I would have explained everything after i'd come back."

"Well sorry i didn't know that because you don't talk to me anymore." You stepped back and started pacing back and forth, fingers brushing through your hair. You took a few deep breaths to calm down before looking at him again. "But what if you hadn't come back anymore? What if you got killed? Would i ever know about that?"

He stepped closer to you again and wrapped his arms around you, even though you tried to resist at first.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, i truly am," he apologized with a sincere voice and then made you look at him again. "But like everyone else, i didn't know i was going to die and i really needed to get more money to pay off a few debts."

You looked at him for a moment until just stormed away and left him stand there alone.

♡♡♡

At night while lying on your bed, you were gently rubbing your bare stomach, as if trying to comfort your baby that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay. The baby's dad was going to be okay.

You would get back home, all three of you, and continue your life like before.

Who were you fooling? Nothing was the same anymore. In-ho had abandoned you for money, lied to you because of money, not giving you attention all because of more money.

Your baby was three months old by now and you could see the bump but it could still be hidden under your shirt and jacket well enough. You hadn't told In-ho yet, you should have told him weeks ago.

But he had put everything else before you in the past couple of months. You were also scared to tell him, especially now because you thought he would be mad at you for not telling him sooner that he was going to be a father. You had waited for a moment where he would notice you again and spare a moment of his busy day just for you, but that day had never seemed to come anymore.

Now thinking about it - he had no right to be mad at you for not telling him. Still, you were nervous, and being trapped in this place didn't help it at all.

It took you almost an hour, but eventually you fell asleep and it was one of the worst night's sleeps you'd had during the pregnancy.

♡♡♡

You were safe. In-ho had made sure that you stayed safe. He argued with the guards for an hour how it was possible to allow his own wife to get involved as a player but nobody knew any details. But somehow they had tricked the system in the first game that the doll ignored any movements you had made.

But what's done is done. He couldn't get you out of the game by just letting you leave while everyone else stayed. Majority of people wanted to stay here, according to the votes, they needed the money for their own good and didn't care about any casualties that didn't involve themselves.

You were mad at him and he understood why. But he couldn't tell you about the game and how all his time was spent to plan everything out. What if he had told you all about these games? Would you still love him or would it make you leave? You were his entire world, much more important than these games.

But he wasn't able to quit, not now, not yet. It would absolutely ruin him if you packed your bags and never wanted to see him again.

He would make sure that you will get out of here and back home, no matter what. And he'd have to tell you everything eventually, and that thought terrified him, seeing how angry you had been earlier.

♡♡♡

"You doing alright?" Gi-hun asked the next morning when you had woken up, taking careful steps towards you as if you were going to bite him if he approached you too fast.

"Yeah, fantastic."

"Listen, i don't want to meddle between you two because i don't know either of you well, but we'll have to work together to get through these games," Gi-hun explained. "The most important thing now is to survive and get through the games so we can get out of here as fast as possible."

He was right, of course there had to be one man to talk sense to the rest of the group.

"I know, i know," you sighed. "It's just been hard for me lately and he hasn't shown appreciation to me and we don't communicate anymore."

"In-ho seems like a good man," Gi-hun admitted. "And none of us told our friends or family members that we would be joining the games, it wasn't allowed to spread the information to outsiders. Please, don't blame him, not right now."

You slightly nodded. "You're right, thank you, Gi-hun."

"Let's go eat before the next game starts, okay?"

♡♡♡

After you had passed the second game, you were getting a little suspicious of him once again.

It was only a small thing which nobody else probably noticed, but why did he throw the toy with his right hand? He failed several times, but succeeded immediately when he threw it with his left hand. You had always known he was left-handed.

It was like he was wasting time on purpose to leave your victory to the last second and it pissed you off. However, you had passed the game so you decided to leave it be - for now.

You woke up at night and had to go to the bathroom.

"Please, i really need to go," the small girl from your group pleaded.

"Nobody is allowed to leave the area at this hour."

"I need go too, just let us through. We'll only take a few minutes," you said, tired to argue about getting to go to pee.

The guard looked at you through the glass for a short moment until opened the door without further questions.

"5 minutes."

You were surprised and Jun-hee looked at you in even more shock but hurried inside.

You came out of your stall after couple of minutes and was about to go wash your hands when you heard crying and sniffing from one of the other stalls.

"Hey," you said and knocked on the pink door. "Hey, you good?"

No answer, only quiet sobs.

Oh my god don't you dare to start giving birth right now, you started thinking inside your head. You were not going to start delivering a baby in the bathroom while guards with guns were telling you to hurry up.

"Hey, can you open the door?"

But the door wasn't locked, as you had thought, and it opened easily, showing the girl crying, her cheeks wet from the tears and eyes red. You kneeled down in front of her and held her hands in her lap.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Is it something to do with the baby?"

"I'm scared," she sniffed. "I want to go home."

Your heart broke just by looking at her.

"We'll get you home, i promise," you said. "We'll all go home and you'll be able to raise your child."

"You promise?" she asked, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"I promise. I'm pregnant too."

Jun-hee stopped crying for a moment and looked at you, shocked. "You are?" she gasped and looked towards your stomach. You nodded with a weak smile. "How far are you?"

"3 months."

"And the dad...?" she started. "Is it the man in our group? In-ho?" She wasn't sure if she remembered his name correctly.

"Yeah, he doesn't know yet," you said and felt ashamed.

"You should tell him. Soon. We don't know how much time we have left here," she encouraged.

"Stop it, we have all the time in the world."

But she was right, you had to tell him as soon as you could.

You got up and put your arms around Jun-hee, brushing her back with your hand to try to calm her down a little bit. It seemed to help after a little while.

"Time's up," a guard said behind the door.

"Just a second," you yelled and turned back to Jun-hee. "You good to go back?" She nodded and wiped the remaining tears from her face. "Come on, let's go. If you need anything, just come to me, okay?"

You were on your way back to your bed, when you saw In-ho walk away from his bunk. You were confused, since he wasn't going to the bathroom, it was a different door where the players never went and weren't allowed to.

You quietly walked towards the same door where your husband has sneaked into. A guard stood in front of you, stopping you.

"That area is forbidden from players at this time, go back to sleep," the guard instructed but you weren't having it.

"Funny, since a certain player just went in there," you said and put your hands on your hips. "Now tell me where he went or i'll cause a scene."

"Player 002, go back to your bed, you'll see him in the morning."

"I am not leaving anywhere before you take me to my husband."

"Please, player-"

"I said now."

You were standing right in front of the guard, mere inches between you two. Eventually, since there was no way you weren't going to give up and would cause a massive scene, he hesitantly opened the door and let you in.

The guard started walking upstairs and through several corridors you haven't been in before, you walking behind him and starting to internally freak out what was going on.

You ended up in front of a large door and the guard hesitated for a moment, until he glanced at you and knocked on the door.

When the door was opened, your beloved husband was standing there, looking at you with a terrified face.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Sir, i'm sorry but she insisted-"

In-ho grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room past the guard.

"Go back to your duties," In-ho commanded the guard.

"Yes, sir," was the only response the guard gave and then hurried to leave. In-ho closed the door.

Looking around the room, it looked like an office and it was only you and him in the room, nobody else. You crossed your arms against your chest.

"Now tell me exactly what the hell is going on. And no more lies or excuses - nothing. You're going to tell me the truth about everything or you can say goodbye to me."

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down. Just please let me explain."

And he did tell you everything. His involvement in the games, being a former winner, becoming a Frontman and everything he could think of.

Your face was horrified, you two had been together for the past 5 years, married 3 of those years and he had basically lived a double life and keeping everything a secret from you?

All those 'work trips' he had used as excuses over the years made now much more sense, all the pieces were connecting to each other and falling into their places.

"I understand if you hate me right now, despise me or however you feel about these games - i understand," he explained, letting out a deep sigh. He took your hand in his and looked at you directly in the eyes, his dark eyes mixed with several emotions all at once. "I was afraid to tell you because i feared you would leave me and stop loving me."

"I could never stop loving you, no matter what, In-ho," you said and put your hand on his cheek. "I said it in my wedding vows too, i'll always love you until the day i die. In good and in bad, yes?"

Of course you weren't fine with this. These games were brutal, almost barbaric. But you loved In-ho more than anything in the world and you were fighting with yourself how you could learn to be okay with this.

"I just... i just need time to think these things through," you said, then taking a deep breath and taking his hands in yours, just like he had done to you only a moment ago. "Now that we're talking openly, there's something i must tell you and should have told you a lot earlier."

"Yes?" he said, encouraging you to continue when you had fallen silent for a few seconds.

"I'm pregnant," you revealed, it was almost a whisper but he had heard you, loud and clear.

"You... You're what?" he gasped, looking at your stomach and then back to your eyes.

You brought his left hand on your stomach.

"We're going to have a baby, my love," you told him.

He looked like he was about to cry and pulled you into a tight hug. You knew he wanted to become a dad, had wanted for a long time but you hadn't been able to become pregnant before, no matter how much you tried.

He held your face in his hands, kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

"I'm going to be a dad," he whispered, as if it sounded too good to be true.

"And i'm going to be a mother," you said back. "To your baby."

You stayed there for a long time, until both of you were forced to go back to your beds.

♡♡♡

The Mingle game had started and you were all spinning on a huge carousel. In-ho was holding your hand, squeezing it hard.

When it was time to choose 4 people to find a room together, you and In-ho were separated. People were pushing and pulling each other and the time was running out.

Everything happened so fast.

The time ran out and In-ho had ended up in a room with three other players. And you? You were left outside, still on the carousel which was now stopped.

The pink guards shot the remaining players, pleading for help and to spare their life, but their cries were for nothing. You looked on your right and saw Jun-hee standing there too, looking at you with a terrified face.

One of the pink guards came in front of you, the black gun in his arms.

♡♡♡

The plan to get you out of there was simple. You were going to fake your death and In-ho was going to act all heart broken for the loss of both his wife and his unborn child. He would act like only a shell of a man who he had used to be. Anything to convince Gi-hun and others that his wife was dead and he blamed it all on himself.

You only had one requirement for doing this. One wish that In-ho had to make happen or you weren't going to cooperate anymore.

To let Kim Jun-hee go home with you. Let her go as well and raise her child in safety. You knew she wouldn't otherwise survive to the end and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you left and she stayed.

You also made In-ho promise that she'd get her share of money and wouldn't leave this place empty handed. In-ho had gotten protective over Jun-hee during the short time she had been here, so even though he was reluctant to let any player out of here without all of them leaving, he allowed Jun-hee to go with you.

They would need to keep an eye on her for some time, to make sure that she wasn't going to do anything funny regarding to the games but you trusted her.

Before you left that night, In-ho came to see you one more time before he'd eventually come home too the next week.

"I love you," In-ho said, holding you tightly in his arms. He took your face into his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss, kissing you like he was going to a year long war, but it was only going to be a few days anymore, under a week.

"I love you too," you said, couple of tears running down your cheeks.

Now, you and the girl were free to go. The guards escorted you out of there and you were taken back home. They didn't gas you or Jun-hee, in case the gas would harm the babies, but they did blindfold both of you, just in case you wanted to do something stupid and reveal the location to others - which you certainly weren't going to do.

The fact that so many other people stayed there to try and stay alive just to win money made you feel bad. But they were allowed to quit if they really wanted to. The game would be possible to end if the majority wanted it but they decided to stay.

You had to focus on your baby and prepare a good life for him or her, give them a nice and healthy life with you and their father who promised to quit the games after these were over.

He wouldn't take the job as the Frontman ever again, he had to move on and raise his child with the woman he loved the most in the world - you

[jihyoruri]

𖤐˖﹙𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 …─╌ ˖ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 ¡!:🔌: ִֶָ ، ✶

LE SSERAFIM … ps their best song is impurities

LESSERAFIM & FIRECRACKER!YN | FIRECRACKER!YN psst don’t tell her I said this but firecracker!yn is such a hot head

𝜗𝜚 HUH YUNJIN

up no more

kill bill

lying

chanel sweater

youtube series

yunjin with flirty member

your lips my lips apocalypse

lip gloss

CIB!YN (her masterlist coming soon but click below for the series master list ⭣) …. btw she’s like totally an airhead

caught in between (ft chaewon)

all of the girls you loved before

all mine all me

you’re no good for me (but baby I want you)

𝜗𝜚 KIM CHAEWON

WOW!YN she’s like such a player with major daddy issues but you didn’t hear that from me…

caught in between (ft yunjin). | cib!yn

RICHGIRL!YN she’s super rich but her family is crazy don’t tell anyone I said that I don’t wanna get sued… or killed

𝜗𝜚 SAKURA MIYAWAKI

heart racing

best friends

the girl is mine

obsessed

↳ you can bring your girlfriend

love me back

𝜗𝜚 KAZUHA NAKAMURA

shameless

nobody knows

live crasher

love war

lucky girl

𝜗𝜚 HONG EUNCHAE

somethin’ stupid

↳ eunchae & illit!yn texts

IVE … ps their best song is cherish

𝜗𝜚 JANG WONYOUNG

wonyn moments (wow yn)

wonyn moments pt2 (wow yn)

wonyn moments pt3 (wow yn)

stargirl (wow!yn)

moonstruck

↳ good luck, babe!

paranoia!yn she’s like totally emotionally unavailable and that’s all wonyoung’s fault

AESPA … ps their best song is lucid dream

𝜗𝜚 KIM MINJEONG

not what she was expecting (wow!yn)

I like you (wow!yn)

unexpected

winter and her band girlfriend

𝜗𝜚 YU JIMIN

back to you| aespa!yn| aespa!yn facts she’s a pot head but I heard a lot of rich people are

lucid dream

karina teasing yn

yes or yes

chest pain (I love)

𝜗𝜚 AERI UCHINAGA

could’ve been | utopia

luxurious | rather lie

NJZ … ps their best song is cool with you

𝜗𝜚 KIM MINJI

chanel girlfriends

come back to me (please)

cool with you

nobody knows

𝜗𝜚 HANNI PHAM

paparazzi | firecracker!yn

love

only u

𝜗𝜚 KANG HAERIN

bad influence

bubblegum

teenage dirtbag

queen of disaster

attention

𝜗𝜚 DANIELLE MARSH

supernatural

KATSEYE … ps they don’t even have enough songs for me to say anything

𝜗𝜚 SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

love song

𝜗𝜚 DANIELA AVANZINI

femininomenon

[writingwithfolklore]

When To Cut Your Adverbs

I’m sure you, like me, have already been told that agents and editors hate adverbs, but until I was professionally edited recently, I didn’t actually know why. I’m huge on adverbs, I would say I’m one of their biggest fans, but the way my editor explained it to me actually made the advice click.

Bad (cuttable) adverbs state the obvious.

It’s in line with the advice “show don’t tell”. If you can show that a character is pissed off, or excited, or sad, or whatever, you don’t need to then tell the readers what they’re feeling.

For example, “wow, that actually really hurt my feelings,” she said sadly.

The adverb ‘sadly’ here is already implied by what she’s saying. As the reader, I can already imagine her tone before you tell me—so the telling in this case is unnecessary.

Does that mean you need to cut out every one of your adverbs? Of course not! Even my editor allowed a few of mine to stay—but she specifically kept in the ones that added something new and meaningful to the sentence. If the tone wasn’t already clear, or there was a deeper meaning the adverb added, she kept it in.

For example, “Oh my god, I absolutely love it,” she said tightly.

In this case, we need the adverb to understand that she is lying (unless the context does it for us).

Check out some related posts to this topic here:

Show Don't Tell: Symptoms vs the Affliction

Every Line Adds Something New

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A Haechan birthday post :)

lee donghyuck x gf!reader

(500 words)

genre; fluff fluff and more fluff, my first writing pls be nice <\3

“psst hyuckie.” You tried your hardest to wake your boyfriend from his very deep sleep. He laid with his face turned away from you. It was always so sweet to see how peaceful he looked while he was deep in sleep, especially when you knew he had a hard time getting rest at night.

“Hyuck.” You rose your voice ever so slightly to see if that would get him to budge. It did not.

At yet another failed attempt you sighed. You placed his birthday cake down on the counter before resorting to shaking him to get him to wake up. “DONGHYUCK” He groaned at your loud voice and grabbed his pillow to try and block out the sound of your voice.

“Donghyuck please,” You said while continuing to shake him. “I’m trying to be really romantic right now.” Now it was his turn to sigh. He took the pillow off and looked directly at you noticing how your eyes glanced over at the cake.

A smile broke out onto his face once he realized exactly what the cake was for. He grabbed your arms and pulled you onto the bed with him.

“What are you doing?” You managed to squeak out as he wrapped both arms and legs around you. “My baby is so cute she got a whole cake for me just to show me how much she loves me.” He said into your neck.

“Yes, I did actually. So I would appreciate if you could get up so you could blow out the candles and we can celebrate your birthday together.” You said though he was so obviously not really listening.

“How about we just stay like this in bed right now,” He lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. “I think the best way I can spend my birthday right now is with us two lying like this.” He said while sneaking his arm around to interlock your fingers.

You tried to turn your head away, slightly embarrassed by his shameless comment but he had only grabbed your face to meet his with his other hand.

“Why all of a sudden?” You pouted. He laughed at your expression. “Cause really I think you’re the best gift I could ever have.”

“Well now you’re just being corny,” You teased.

“Ah really?” He said before glancing at your lips.

“Yes,” You said trying to hold back your smile.

“but you love me for it anyway.” He looked into your eyes once more. There was nothing in the world you could ever love more than him. He was your person.

“I do,” You say finally breaking into a full smile.

He leaned into you meeting his lips with yours. It was always so perfect kissing Donghyuck. If there was anything that could snap you out of your many thoughts it would be him. After all he was both your biggest strength and weakness.

You broke apart from the kiss taking a breath before saying, “I love you hyuck.”

“I love you more.”

Author’s Note; Quite honestly I wanted to write a quick little wip for his bday and also to help with the hyuck brain rot i’ve had for the past week 😭🙏 this is my first EVER writing so if it sounds that bad it probably is but i’m trying here 💔 also this is kinda late into his b-day but i hope u can enjoy nonetheless :) also if u like this pls support my future SMAU i could post any day now 🤓

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Guns N’ Roses Fic: Ain’t No Saint

Summary: A reimagining of what (pre-fame Axl Rose) Bill Bailey’s life would’ve looked like had his step-father not been present in his family’s life, making Bill the man of the household to support his mother and sister.

Characters: Bill Bailey, OC: Emily, Amy Bailey, police officers, Mother (Bill and Amy’s mom), and OC: Mrs. Clarice (Emily’s mom).

Pairing(s): Bill Bailey/Emily, Bill Bailey/original female character, Bill Bailey/female reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 6,350

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, p in v penetration, fluff, angst, mild degradation, mentions of masturbation, hurt/comfort, poverty, bullying, and harassment.

A/N: My longest and most-detailed fic. I have put my blood and soul into this lol. This work is slightly inspired by GNR’s song, You’re Crazy. I hope you enjoy!

Mice scattered across the barn where two nude figures laid in the hayloft. It was dusk outside. The street lamps in the suburban neighborhoods were gonna flicker on soon. Bill Bailey needed to get back before curfew.

But here he was, laying down inside a barn with a pretty brunette attached to his side, suckling on his right nipple. He had soiled his virginity with her. It was decent for his first time, not bad, maybe a little overwhelming, but he managed to pull through and made sure, at her request, to pull out. He wouldn’t dare tell her that, because of his adrenaline from the excitement and electrifying spark between them, he accidentally squirted a few shots of cum into her cunt.

He could still smell the fresh aroma from their heated mess and taste the bland, dry strands of straw from the hay.

Bill laid there in a daze, watching dusk particles dance in the air as the orange and red sun beams trickled into the barn’s old, wooden interior. He eventually looked down and ruffled the girl’s hair, almost mistaking her golden highlights for the hay they were laying on. “Psst, hey.” He whispered, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moments of silence with his loud baritone voice. However, at the same time, he had no choice. “We gotta head back.”

Bill could feel her lips morph into a frown against his nipple. “I wish we could stay here forever…”

“Me too, sweetie. Me too. But I told you…if we don’t make it back, my mom’s gonna wreck havoc,” he reminded.

Since his mother was divorced he was now the man of the house, helping out with the chores, making ends meet, and taking care of his little sister, Amy. He couldn’t delay his absence a second longer. It was bullshit how hard his mother worked in order to keep a roof over her children’s heads. At least it made Bill feel a little at ease whenever he could try to lessen the burden on her.

Releasing her lips from his peck, the girl begrudgingly got up. Bill did the same thing, wiping off his body, and putting on his clothes.

“Can we do it again?” She asked, biting her lower lip as uncertainty overlapped her tone.

Bill knew she experienced a phenomenal orgasm and craved another one. He didn’t want to lie and tell her they could come back to the barn again tomorrow. In all honesty, even he wasn’t sure when they could share another moment like this together.

He stepped forward, cradling the back of her head with his hand. “Another time.” He promised, pressing a tight kiss to her lips. Emily’s lips. They were always pink and plump like cherries in the Spring. He’d take a bite and mangle them, smudging the red lipstick onto her skin. But Emily didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it drove her crazy. She could never get enough of Bill Bailey.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:15 a.m.

A whole day before the barn occurred, Bill and Emily were being intimate for the first time by lying down on the soft grass in the meadow, 20 minutes away from where their high school was located. Mist filtered through the air as dewdrops occupied the morning land. Emily was by his side again, biting his neck, and soothing the hickeys with her tongue. Per usual, she was in her school uniform which consisted of a white buttoned up blouse, a red plaid skirt, and black penny loafers.

Bill dug his fingers into the grass, feeling his penis strain against his jeans. He never felt pleasure this intense, or knew how powerful, and sudden, the urges became whenever he looked at Emily, begging for a release. He blamed himself for not venturing into a pornographic store and shoplifting bootleg copies of couples fucking in various positions. He thought if he did, he’d understand his body, and know how to react, given the opportunity of escalation. It was all so mesmerizing for his untouched, starved mind.

Emily wrapped her right leg over Bill’s left one, rubbing her crotch against his hardness, making both their bodies move up and down.

Bill couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He knew if he moved too fast a dam would burst in his pants. He concentrated and inhaled deeply, slowly moving his own hips to grind against Emily’s. “Oh, fuck…”

“I need you, Bill. I need you, Bill.” She moaned, increasing her pace.

“T-take…take off your…p-panties.” He insisted, panting. He was desperate to slide himself inside of her right now.

Emily hid her face into the crook of his neck, her breathing coming out in short, ragged breaths. “No, Bill. I’m so close…” she whined.

He huffed and allowed her to finish with a squeal of delight. He felt a wet stain on his pants, not knowing if it was because of him or Emily. It didn’t matter. He was glad he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, he wore an extra set of clothes, knowing full well how sex-crazed Emily was for him.

She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Bill pushed her chin up, seeing her flushed cheeks, and expanded pupils. “You okay?” He questioned, brushing a wavy clump of hair behind her ear.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

“Wanna go somewhere after school? Get down n’ dirty,” he suggested.

She smirked. “I like the sound of that.” Then she realized…”Wait, didn’t you cum?!”

He was taken aback by the sudden question. Did he cum? He wasn’t sure. He must’ve if his crotch felt damp.

Emily lifted herself from him and noticed the saturated mark on his jeans, belonging to her own arousal. She immediately felt guilty. She didn’t mean to ruin a brand new pair of his pants. That was part of the reason why she kept her panties on but it didn’t seem to work this time. “Oh, gosh, Bill…”

“It’s fine. I knew it would happen.”

“You did…?”

“Yeah. I have another pair at home. Don’t sweat it.”

“But…you can’t afford an early wash at the laundromat this week.”

She was right. Every two weeks he managed to save money for washing, not only his clothes, but his mother’s and sister’s. If money was too scarce with the groceries and house payment, his mother would hand wash each set of outfits and hang dry them, even in frigid temperatures during the winter.

He hated seeing his mother use her own calloused bare hands to scrub his clothes on a washboard. It was unfair. He strived to make enough money by working in the school cafeteria, working at his local pizzeria, or volunteering at a library. Whatever he could make, he’d put that money towards the laundromat.

“It’s fine,” he reassured, not wanting Emily to get worked up over his home life. It was embarrassing. “I can manage. Don’t need you to worry about my allowance.” He muttered, unzipping his pants to locate any semen. To his surprise, none.

“I care.”

He zipped himself back up. “I know you do, sugar. But it’s my concern. Not yours. Everything will be fine.”

“I can make it up to you.” She hinted, a wicked gleam glowing in her eyes.

Bill caught on and looked amused. “How so?”

Within a blink of an eye, Emily slipped off her panties and got on all fours.

“Oh? Want me to fuck you here instead? From behind?”

“Sorta. Unzip yourself but don’t stick it in.”

“No need to tell me twice.” He did as he was told, coming up behind her, and placing his cock near her pussy.

She looked down and leaned back, opening her folds to place her opened cunt on the length of his hard cock, nestling it there.

Bill groaned at the contact.

“Wait for it.” She moved her hips back and forth, causing his shaft to open and close. She wanted to get his whistle wet and have him experience a little taste of her to excite his nerves and to test his patience for later.

“Fuck. Jesus…”

“Bill!” Emily gasped in mock surprise. “Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain,” she scolded playfully.

“Sorry, sorry. You just-you feel amazing.”

“Wait until you’re inside of me, cowboy.”

He couldn’t wait. He needed to feel her walls clench around his dick. Heck, he wanted to be welcomed inside of her. Some of his peers mentioned that being inside of a girl was like dipping into a hot tub and being hugged at the same time. He needed to lose his virginity. He continued pumping his dick along her folds, his balls smacking near the middle of her cunt. He thrusted until he shot his seed all over the grass.

“There you go,” Emily cheered.

Bill pulled his throbbing cock away, stuffing himself back in his pants.

Emily stood up and faced him. “How’d it feel?”

“Great, baby.”

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She queried.

Bill paused. “It’s not encouraged in my household.” Even if it was encouraged he wouldn’t waste his sperm on nothing. He figured Emily locked herself in a room and masturbated to his senior picture everyday. Hell, she probably masturbated to all his school photos, and kissed them each night while staring idly at them on her nightstand before falling asleep.

The two walked back to school, holding hands. They both couldn’t wait to be intimate again in a new location once classes were over.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

3:30 p.m.

As soon as the bell rang Bill and Emily sprinted down the hallway, with their books in hand, near the doubled exit doors, leading outside.

“There’s an abandoned barn a few miles North.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “You want to do it inside a barn?!”

“Yeah. Why not? It’s nice and cozy. I’m sure all the termites died last winter.”

“Oh, Bill…” She rolled her eyes, giggling in amusement. He was always the adventurous type.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

4:15 p.m.

“Isn’t it romantic?” Bill asked.

Emily scanned her eyes over the interior. No graffiti covered the walls and no insects were buried underneath the hay or flew in the air. She was impressed. The barn didn’t harbor a stench either. It was clean, maybe a little musty, but it was kept in pristine condition. “Thank goodness we have the whole place to ourselves.”

“I know, right? You can be as loud as you want to be up here,” Bill teased.

Emily blushed at the scenario and hit his arm playfully. “Oh, stop!”

“What do you say, sugar? Would you let me go all the way?”

The two laid on either side, staring into each other’s eyes. There was trust between them. It was difficult for Bill to lower his guard down but whenever he was with Emily he would dismantle it for her and allow her to see the soft side of him nobody at school knew about, or had an inkling.

For Emily, she had her guard lowered all the time and couldn’t seem to uphold it, and shield herself away from dangerous people. She told herself she loved the thrill of it. But the scars always came back to haunt her. She didn’t want to live a life where she continued to flaunt her personality around, she wanted to settle down, preferably with Bill, and live a calming lifestyle. She needed someone to keep her in her place and not wander off. She needed Bill.

“I trust you…” she muttered. “Give me 100%.”

Pulling Emily on top of him, she slipped off her panties and unzipped his pants, revealing his eager erection. Bill kept his hands on her hips to hold her steady and dig his fingers into her soft flesh.

She lifted herself up and teased the head of his penis against her slit. She took him one inch at a time by sliding down then pulling up, she slid down again, taking two inches of him before sliding back up again.

Bill exhaled through his nose, tightening his hold on her hips. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, babygirl.”

“That’s the plan,” she teased, pressing down, taking half his cock into her pussy, and sliding upward. “Gonna make you cum more than once.”

Bill tried hard to contain himself and not release his load from her words. She could be so cruel and unforgiving sometimes. He bit down on his tongue, savoring the sensation, and paced his buildup.

Emily pressed down on him again, almost engulfing his entire length this time.

“All the way,” he begged, becoming impatient.

“Easy.” She pulled up, her cunt hugging onto his length, as she slipped out of him. “Think you can handle me, Bill?”

He scoffed. “Honey, the question is, will you be able to handle me?”

Emily bit the tip of her index finger like a small child. “I’m losing my mind over you.”

Bill felt a surge of pride wash over him. He had her wrapped around his finger. “Good girl.” He helped her slide all the way down on his shaft, remaining there for a moment as his dick hardened and grew inside of her. Emily gasped at his size. Her hips started rocking back and forth against his, finding a steady pace between them. Bill bucked his hips upward, hitting Emily’s G-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” She stared deep into his eyes and saw the hungry lust that bore into his pupils, the same way how her pupils expanded for him.

The two continued, gradually increasing the pace. The sounds of wet skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls. “That’s right. You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut…” Bill degraded in the heat of the moment.

Emily increased the pace again, moaning uncontrollably as she did so. Bill gripped her hips hard enough to where he’d leave his handprints branded on her skin. Bill managed to flip themselves over and be on top of Emily as he hovered above.

“Bill!” She gasped, not expecting him to do that.

“Hang on, baby.” Bill pistoled his dick into her cunt repeatedly, hitting her where she needed him most.

Emily wrapped her legs around his lower back and bounced on his shaft. She was nearing the edge of her peak.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna-I’m gonna-“

Emily knew what he meant. “Pull out, Bill! Pull out!” Although she wanted him to cum inside her, she didn’t have access to birth control. But even if she did she couldn’t go back on them since it made her hormones become imbalanced. She wanted to have children some day, but she had to wait until she graduated high school to start her own family. The pull out method would have to do for them.

Bill groaned, taking his dick out of her cunt, and cumming on her stomach.

Emily felt his hot seed land on her belly, creating a puddle of semen on her small frame. She was relieved that he got a release, specially from fucking her. It felt glorious.

Before her own buildup could ebb away, she took Bill’s hand and placed it on her red, swollen clit. “Right there. Rub. Fast!” She instructed frantically.

Bill used his fingers the way she told him and helped her come undone in a matter of seconds. She panted, thanking him, as she pulled him close and basked in the afterglow with him. Out of all the men she fucked, Bill Bailey was by far the best lay.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

6:35 p.m.

After the barn, Bill and Emily drifted into their separate paths. Emily lived on the opposite side of town while Bill resided on the East side. It was a shithole compared to Emily’s wealthy cookie-cutter neighborhood. His family was so dirt poor they had to survive on food stamps and buy milk, eggs, and bread every other week. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

Bill barged into the doorway, taking off his boots, and shrugging his backpack off onto the couch. He wandered into the kitchen where his mother was stirring a pot of tomato soup. “How was school?” She greeted.

“Fine.”

His mother stopped stirring and added a few pinches of salt into the pot. “Well, your sister didn’t have a fine day.”

This set Bill on edge. “What do you mean?” He knew he couldn’t protect his sister all the time but, damn, he wished she would run to him at school if a bully was picking on her. He knew she was capable of handling herself, but not when it spiraled out of control, and it resulted in her having a shittier day than usual.

“Why don’t you go and talk to her?” His mother suggested. “She could use a male ear.”

Bill agreed and made his way towards his sister’s bedroom. He knocked on the door three times, giving her enough time to make herself ready for him to enter.

“Come in.”

Turning the knob, Bill swung the door open and saw his sister sitting on the bed, knees curled against her chest. “Sup, pumpkin spice? Mom said you had a bad day at school?” He sat down next to her.

“Everyone’s been saying I stink.”

“Last I heard the entire school doesn’t know.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Amy wasn’t in the mood to indulge in his wit. “My class, dumbass. Everyone says I smell like trash. I hate this! I hate how we can’t afford a normal life!” She wailed.

Bill put his hand on her knee to comfort her. “Amy, shh-“

“Don’t tell me to shush! You know it’s true. I can’t stand living like this any longer! I hate it! I hate our life, I hate everything about it, I-“ Amy wasn’t able to sputter another word. She was sobbing into her hands, regretting what she said, but feeling relieved at the same time that she got it off her chest.

“Amy, Amy. Look at me,” he urged.

She shook her head, mumbling incoherent nonsense when Bill cupped both her cheeks with his hands, forcing her to make eye contact.

He saw the pain in her eyes and it tore his soul apart. “C’mere. I got you.” He pressed her against him in an embrace as her knees uncurled and wrapped around his sides while she sobbed into his neck, drenching his skin with her hot tears. “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweetie,” he cooed, rubbing her back in a soothing manner to stop her body from quaking.

“I hate it, Bill…” She whimpered, sniffling.

“You’re not the only one, cupcake.”

“I wish dad hadn’t left…”

“Dad’s a piece of shit,” Bill stated unforgivingly. “He didn’t care about us. If he did, he would’ve scooped us out of this mess. He hasn’t called mom all these years to check up on you, to check up on me-“

Amy lifted her head up to look at her brother with pleading eyes. “I know, but-“

“But nothing, Amy! Dad’s never coming back! You shouldn’t even be grieving over his loss,” he rebuked. Bill felt offended, and threatened, how Amy still missed their step-father. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. He understood she was too young to remember him, but what infuriated him the most was her own ideal image of their dad. She was playing a dangerous game by living in her head and was only subjecting herself to more emotional turmoil. She really believed that if dad hadn’t left their lives would’ve been a thousand times better. He sighed and tried to soften his tone again. “Amy, listen. Dad isn’t here anymore, but I am, okay? If you need anything, have any problems, you talk to me, yeah?”

She nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” he corrected. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a koala. “In an odd way, you’re kinda like my own dad...”

“Better me than him.” Bill wrapped his arms around her back, tightening the hug.

“I know. You’re better than him in a lot of ways. That’s what mom always says, anyway.”

“Damn straight. I’d never leave you or mom.”

After a few moments of silence, Amy spoke up. “Bill?”

“Hm?”

Amy pulled away again but kept her arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I borrowed some of your clothes for tomorrow?”

He used his hand to cup her cheek and swipe away a tear with his thumb. Because he was the oldest sibling he had a bigger stash of clothing compared to his sister. He often shared his clean clothes with her and didn’t mind. They were pretty much the same size. Since the school knew about their situation at home, they allowed the dress code for the uniforms bypass with Amy. As long as it kept her from not getting bullied at school, he was more than alright with it. “You know you don’t have to ask. You can just take what you need and carry on with your day, right?”

A faint smile appeared across her face. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna go see how mom’s doing with dinner.” Before Bill could unwrap himself around Amy, she attached herself to him again, not wanting him to leave her yet. His body stiffened at her reluctancy to let go. “Need daddy to hold you for a little longer?” He mocked, but deep down he meant it, and Amy knew he meant it. If there was ever going to be an official father-figure in her life, it’d be Bill.

“Please…?”

He sighed, giving into her needy nature. “Fine.” A few more seconds of silence passed. “Remember what I said. Don’t hesitate to come talk to me if something’s wrong.”

“Yes, dad,” she mocked back.

“Atta girl.”

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

7:00 p.m.

At the dinner table Bill, Amy, and their mother sat in their respected seats with a bowl of tomato soup and 1/4 slice of toast laid out in front of them. They had to ration the bread by slicing it in fours to make it last for two weeks. Since Amy was the youngest she got two 1/4s while Bill and his mother had the single 1/4 slices.

Like all the previous nights, Bill sacrificed his slice of toast, and passed it to Amy underneath the table. Tonight was no different and Amy hesitated before taking the slice. She loathed it whenever Bill did that. He needed to eat, too. She couldn’t stand seeing him waste away while he tried to keep some meat on her bones. But she would do the same thing for him in a heartbeat, only if he allowed her to do so.

7:15 p.m.

After dinner, everybody helped clean up the dishes before retiring to the bathroom to brush their teeth, and get ready for bed. Bill waited in his bedroom as his mother was tucking in Amy. He was too old to be tucked in. He granted his mother permission to wish him a good night, and maybe sweet dreams, before turning off his lamp on the nightstand, and going to sleep. Amy, on the other hand, insisted on being tucked in since she found the gesture to be precious. His mother didn’t seem to mind doing it either. She knew there would come a day when both her children would have to leave the house to scout for their own futures. So, she tried to cherish every moment with them, no matter how big or small it was. It mattered to her.

Bill heard his sister’s door shut and saw his mother appear around the corner. “Goodnight, Bill.”

“Night, mom.”

“Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, mom.”

She nodded and flicked off his lamp, closing the door.

Bill laid there in the darkness for quite some time. His mind wandered to Emily. He wondered what she ate for dinner tonight. Probably a steak, medium-rare, with green beans, and mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. His stomach growled at the imagery as his mouth watered.

He visualized Emily’s elegant dinner table adorned with red and white candles, roses, champagne glasses, beautifully crafted ceramic plates, and silverware. He snapped out of his thoughts, rubbing his aching belly. He’d be going to bed hungry again while Emily would be sleeping on a full stomach. He resented it but had himself to blame for tricking his mind into thinking he’d be eating a steak off a piece of fine China. Bill closed his eyes and waited for dreamland to succumb him.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

The next morning Bill walked to school with Amy. He made sure to keep an eye on her during lunch break and to watch for students making snide remarks behind her back. The only component that was missing today was Emily. She wasn’t in first period (Lang & Lit) or third period (Biology), and she wasn’t seen sitting at a table for lunch. It surprised Bill. Maybe she decided to ditch school or call in sick? He questioned. Study Hall was gonna be lonely without her - and sure enough…it was.

After school, Amy walked home with two of her classmates while Bill trekked to Emily’s neighborhood. It was odd that she wasn’t present today. It made him worry. Perhaps he was overthinking? She might’ve just caught the flu or a cold. Or maybe she had an appointment and decided to skip the rest of the school day. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter to him, all he wanted to know was if Emily was okay, and that she wasn’t in any sort of danger.

As Bill walked along the sidewalk of Emily’s pristine neighborhood, older folks (who were sitting in their lawn chairs on the patio) eyed him suspiciously. They could tell Bill was an outsider, not just by his cheap clothing, but also because they haven’t seen him, or others like him, wander around this area. He ignored the glances and picked up his pace. He felt their stares were burning holes into his backside similar to how a cigarette is pressed against human flesh.

Unbeknownst to Bill, two cops were standing outside of their vehicles, chatting near a cul-de-sac. Emily’s house was located right behind them. The two officers noticed Bill walking towards them with both his hands in his pockets, and head lowered, his long hair covering his face.

“Hey, man, who’s that boy?” One of the officers asked, squinting his eyes in the distance.

The other officer studied the boy for a moment before coming to the realization. “Him? That’s Bill Bailey - Lafayette’s troublemaker. Not sure what he’s doing on this side of town,” he remarked.

“It’s the wrong side,” the other officer noted. “Bill Bailey, huh?” Unlike his partner, this officer didn’t know who Bill was, but he’s heard rumors, from time to time, about a young boy wrecking havoc every week. This must be the kid everyone’s up in arms about, he mused. “Is his father George Bailey?” He questioned, cracking a joke as he was referencing Jimmy Stewart’s classic Christmas film, It’s A Wonderful Life.

“Nah. Bill ain’t no saint like George Bailey. George did his whole town a favor, Bill does this whole State a disservice.” He said, malice creeping in his tone. He’s dealt with Bill in the past on multiple occasions and he sure as Hell didn’t want to see him now.

“What should we do? Tie him up?” The officer suggested.

His partner shook his head. “He’ll be spending the night where he belongs. In a cell.” He motioned his partner to follow him and the two walked up to Bill. “Hey, Billy,” the officer greeted. “Miss me?”

Bill looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. What the fuck were they doing here?! He came to a halt, standing his own ground.

“Relax, Bill.” The same officer spoke. “Just wanted to have a little chat.” The officer circled him, eyeing Bill up and down, studying his long, shaggy hairstyle. “I see you grew your hair out.”

“Ain’t that a faggot thing?” The other officer chimed in.

Bill huffed a little, disregarding the stupid comment.

The officer who was circling him noticed. “Careful, man. He might punch your lights out,” he cautioned.

Bill rolled his eyes and continued to walk. They were purposely trying to piss him off and Bill wasn’t gonna waste his time with them, he had other (more important) matters to attend to.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could leave yet, boy!” The officer yelled, putting his hand on his shoulder, and spinning him around.

Within a second, Bill tried defending himself by swatting the officer’s hand away, only to be embraced from behind by the other officer who held both his arms down. “Let go of me!” Bill yelled, trying to jerk the officer off him.

When the other guy stepped closer to him Bill lifted both his legs up to kick him in the shins, but the officer acted fast and caught both his ankles, holding his squirming legs together. “You think I forgot about your old tricks, kid?” He taunted. “Handcuff his ass.”

His partner obliged and handcuffed Bill’s wrists. They carried him away and threw him in the backseat of the car, driving to the county jail.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

Bill received another worthless mugshot and was locked in a random cell for the night. He laid down on the bench and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what else to do. He was used to getting mistreated like this by the officers. He had a reputation and it got him in a lot of trouble, even when he didn’t do anything wrong.

The hours slowly passed and an officer made several rounds to check on each of the cells, including his, to make sure everything was in order. Bill could tell he was gonna miss his curfew tonight. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

At 10:00 p.m., the officer who was checking the cells came to Bill’s. “Psst. Hey, kid. Wake up!”

Bill opened his eyes and sat up on the bench.

“You’re gonna make a phone call to have someone bail your ass out. This cell needs to be occupied by other shitheads like you.”

“I’m not sharing this cell?” Bill asked, a little surprised. But knowing what happened when he was locked up with other men last time, he preferred to go home instead.

The officer led him towards a phone booth and gave him a quarter to use. “Make it count. It’s my last quarter,” he warned.

Bill contemplated on who to call. He could call his mother and inform her of his whereabouts, but he’s done that countless of times, it shattered him to see his mom look so heartbroken that her son had been abused by the law again. He couldn’t stand to see that look on her face.

Suddenly, another idea popped into his head. He’d call Emily to pick him up. Slotting the quarter into the booth, Bill dialed Emily’s home number, and waited for somebody to answer.

“Hello?” A groggy, female voice addressed. It was Emily’s mother.

Shit. He lost track of time and remembered Emily’s household went to bed early, too.

“Hi, Mrs. Clarice?” Bill tried to fake his best impression.

“Bill?” She questioned, sounding more alert. “Honey, it’s late. Everything alright? Is your mom okay? Your sister?”

“They’re fine. I just…I need to talk to Emily. It’s about the t-test for…tomorrow.” He needed to strengthen his lying skills someday and diminish the stuttering. It was a poor habit of his whenever he felt nervous.

“Aww, sweetie. Can’t it wait ‘til morning? She’s sleeping.”

“I realize she’s sleeping but it’s rather u-urgent.” He heard Clarice set the phone down on her nightstand.

There was silence for a few moments before he heard Emily’s voice on the other line. “Bill?”

“Emily,” he sounded relieved. “I need your help.”

“Uhm…what test are you referring to?” She queried, not having recollection about a test in any of her classes. How ironic would it be if she missed a test’s announcement on the same day she wasn’t in school?

“Listen carefully,” Bill spoke in a lower tone. “I need you to bail me out of jail tonight. It’s the one closest to your house.”

Emily paused, catching on to his plea. “Ohh, that test! Yes, our teacher wanted us to type the final draft for tomorrow and read it to the class.”

“Just sneak out of the house, through your bedroom window, and haul ass.” He advised.

“I’m sure I can help you finish it in Study Hall.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re a real one.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have plenty of time to get it done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

Another wave of silence passed. “Alright, Bill.” It was her mother again. “You get some sleep now, got it?”

“Yes, Mrs. Clarice.”

“Alright. Take care, honey.”

“Goodnight.” Bill hung up the phone and waited for Emily’s arrival.

𓍼ֶָ֢𓂃𓍯𓂃

It took Emily 30 minutes to run to the county jail, be she eventually made it. She told the officer she was here to pick up Bill, since they needed proof for a bailout, and released him out of custody.

“You kids have a safe night. Stay out of trouble!” The officer told them on a parting note.

Bill and Emily walked side by side, holding hands.

“Did they beat you?”

“No.”

Emily squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m sorry for missing school today. I should’ve been there…” She sounded guilty. If she would’ve been by his side, none of this would’ve happened to him. She blamed herself for this mess.

“It’s okay. Why weren’t you there?” He asked, the curiosity still lingering.

Emily stopped in her tracks and released his hand, causing Bill to turn around and face her.

“It’s situations like these, Bill.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I skip a day, I don’t know, because I felt like it, and wham! You’re gone! I don’t know how long I can keep doing this!” She yelled, sounding hysterical. “How long I can keep pretending everything is fine when it’s not. Maybe that’s why I needed to skip today. To clear my head about us.”

“Baby, baby-“

“Life keeps throwing rocks at you and I won’t be able to help, or be there for you. I won’t always be here!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Just like how you’re not always here! You disappear because those bastards catch you. Fuck, Bill, I can’t even help you with your home life!”

Bill moved closer, placing his hands on her hips. “Baby, I know. This will be a one time thing. I have other options.” Maybe he should’ve utilized those other options and not her. Emily didn’t deserve to be involved in his chaotic life. She seemed too sweet and innocent for her own good, and Bill wanted to uphold that facade, not destroy it. She didn’t deserve to be corrupted and live on the edge like him on a daily basis. She’s been through enough trouble in her own life, she didn’t need to carry his burdens, too.

“I need you, Bill…” she whined, a tear streaming down her cheek.

“I need you too, honey. You know I’ll always wait for you, right? I’d never leave you.”

Emily’s face contorted from the pain she felt inside her heart. “I…might.”

“Huh? Explain.” He wasn’t understanding what Emily was throwing at him. He didn’t have the patience for games and he wished she would just come clean.

“I need a guy to always be here - by my side. If you go to jail, I have to be there with you.”

“Baby, we don’t even share the same bed.” He reminded. “I can’t be your lifeline when you need me most.”

“That’s the thing…I’m realizing it now. I don’t think I can carry on with our relationship. It’s too much.”

Now Bill was the one who felt heartbroken by her statement. “What?”

“Face it, Bill. You need a stronger girlfriend. Someone who is more resilient than me.”

“Don’t say that. We can work on this together. I’m still figuring this shit out,” he confessed.

Emily sighed, sniffling. She was uncertain about the whole thing.

Bill saw the confliction behind her eyes and spoke again, “I chose you because you’re perfect. If you weren’t right for me, I would’ve released you into the sea long ago.” That was the truth. Bill would never admit it, but Emily meant more to him than he ever imagined. He lost his virginity to her and she was always loyal to him from day one, she never judged him, or feared him like the other students did. She was different and he liked that.

Emily’s heart swelled at his words. But she had trouble believing in her own self that she could stay committed to Bill, Lafayette’s troublemaker.

“C’mon. Let’s continue our walk,” he encouraged. “You can think about it on the way.”

Rampant thoughts went through Emily’s head, landing on the same conclusion over and over again - stay with Bill. Maybe she could conquer through? Maybe this was another rough patch she had to hurdle over? She wanted to be on the other side of the patch where the grass was greener and not so frail. She knew she had to be patient. The process would be worth her while once Bill was free and hers again like tonight. It was a continuous cycle she’d need to grow accustomed to.

The two arrived outside her home and they looked at each other.

“See you tomorrow…?”

Bill nodded, confirming it. “Tomorrow.”

A small smile crept across her lips.

“One more thing.” Bill hoisted her up, having her legs wrap around his waist as his hands travelled up her skirt. “You bare for me?” He asked, feeling pleased that she wasn’t wearing any panties this time. His palms ran circles over her ass, gripping her soft flesh.

“Of course I am.” She giggled. “Easy access, right?”

Using one hand to hold her in place, Bill used his other hand to unzip his pants, and slide himself inside of her drenched cunt.

She whimpered at the contact, her walls clenching around his length ecstatically.

“Remember how I feel inside.” He reminded. “Nobody can make you feel this good.”

Emily rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her quivering legs at his side. “Nobody,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, baby. All mine.” He nipped at her neck, using his tongue to lick behind her earlobe, causing her to squirm in his embrace, but whenever she did her cunt clenched around him again, making her clit pulsate with desire. Bill always had a way of making her feel full, loved, and wanted. It went beyond just needing satisfaction. Their bodies were intertwined, as one, and they couldn’t stand letting each other go. They needed to save each other. Together, they were the key to escaping their old lives in Indiana.

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[wystiix]

'til the light leaves my eyes

❥ pairing: furina x fem-aligned!reader (because feminine french pet names) ❥ synopsis: You stargaze underneath the stars of Fontaine with the one you call your star. ❥ cw: post-archon quest spoilers (fontaine), light angst ❥ additional tags: second pov, reader is from Fontaine, pet names are used (in french), very very very VERY dialogue heavy, and overall mainly fluff :) ❥ word count: 3k ❥ taglist: @plebejus-argus / @laminaria-digitata psst! merry christmas, i was your secret santa!! ❥ notes: as mentioned this is a secret santa for an event in @/stellaronhvnters. i sincerely apologise that this is late i was crying trying to write this cuz writers block immediately swarmed me faster than a colony of bees. still, i hope i did well <33 enjoy. also, special thanks to @aviiarie / @strryskys for proofreading this ily veravee 🫶 /p

The stars were unreachable. They flicker in the night sky, winking at you, but they were too far, unattainable. Beautiful celestial bodies were only made to be admired and to provide light. You couldn’t touch them, couldn’t hold them, couldn’t bring them closer no matter how much you yearned to.

Though, one star seemed to be an exception.

It had with all the radiance of a typical star; A brilliant pearl, one that seemed to hug heaven’s eyes so sweetly. A star that comes to greet your eyes, turning heads to marvel at such a beauty.

This star, your star, seemed to descend to you. She wanted to be seen, to be known, to shine her light. Not for the heavens, but for you.

More importantly, this star burned brighter than the others.

“The stars,” Furina mused beside you, pulling you from your thoughts, “do you think they know how they captivate us?”

Her gaze locked onto the stars with a soft, rather melancholic expression. This had been a routine for the both of you—simply lying on the grass and admiring the vastness of space and the scattered moondust in the night sky. You turned to look at her, your star brought to Teyvat, and smiled.

“They’re lightyears away,” you replied, voice quiet. “I doubt they know. The stars do shine, but for themselves. They burn bright, fusing elements to keep from collapsing in on themselves.”

Furina tilted her head, an intrigued smile gracing her lips. “It’s strange. Something so far away, beyond our reach, can still hold our attention. How poetic.”

A chuckle could be heard from you. “Mhm. But did you know that stars don’t last forever?”

She stilled, turning her head towards you. “What do you mean?”

“They shine so brightly they run out of fuel.” You looked back at the stars as you explained. “The bigger the star, the faster it burns out. When it burns out, it either collapses in on itself or explodes into a supernova.”

A long pause then ensued. You could feel Furina’s gaze on you as you looked up at the sky, but she didn’t speak. You both didn’t for a moment, and just let the quiet atmosphere settle like a blanket. It was more peaceful than heavy.

“That makes me wonder,” she finally said, breaking the silence and looking away. “What happens to the stars that fade? Do they still hold their beauty even after their light is gone?”

Her tone sounded… unsure, which wasn’t exactly like her. Something about it tugged something deep inside you. “Even if their light fades, they still leave traces behind. Supernovas create the elements that make up everything—planets, life, us. So in a way, they don’t really disappear. They transform. They leave behind something… eternal.”

“Eternal,” she echoed. “Do you think there are stars who burn, not because they want to, but because they feel they must? To be seen, to matter?”

Her words took you by surprise and you blinked at her. “You’re asking me that?”

She locked eyes with you and simply smirked—though in her eyes, there was just a tiny speck of vulnerability. “Humour me, mon amour.”

You simply hummed, pretending to think. “Well, I believe that some stars burn because they need to be seen. They want to leave an imprint. But at the same time, they're burning because it's who they are. They can't stop, even if they want to.”

Furina averted her gaze slightly as she took in your words. A sigh could be heard from her lips and she fixed her gaze on the grass below her. It was subtle, but you could tell something shifted within her, even if it was slightly. “But one day, they'll burn too much, won’t they? They will fade eventually.”

“Even if they burn too much, even when they feel like they're fading, what they leave behind is still a part of them. Their light doesn't vanish; It changes, evolves. Their beauty still remains.” You glanced at a gleaming star that caught your eye and your hand reached out towards the sky as if it were close enough to touch before chuckling. “At least, factually, that’s true. I’m not one to theorise or dwell in soulful chatter.”

“And if it’s a star who’s afraid of burning out? Who’s afraid of fading and being forgotten?”

Her questions were getting more surprising. You turned your head to face her. “Furina?”

“Hm? I said what I said,” she answered back.

“Furina.”

“[Name].”

“I’m not firing on all cylinders at the moment,” you teased, which earned a small, exasperated sigh from her. Though, there was not a hint of real annoyance.

“Clearly,” she murmured, though the faintest smile could be seen on her lips. Her gaze flicked back to the stars for a moment. “But do you ever feel like that?”

You stared at her. “Feel like what?”

Furina hesitated, playing with the hem of her glove. “Like you’re burning too brightly. Every single day, you’re trying your hardest to shine, just to give light to other people. All that effort, just to fade and be forgotten.”

Her words hung so heavily in the air. She didn’t meet your eyes for a moment, and you were still trying to process her words.

Noticing the silence stretching longer than she expected, she stammered. “Yes, uhm, that’s a ridiculous question. I apologise. Ignore what I just said.”

You frowned, though you decided not to press on it further. Instead, you looked at her hat lying on the grass and asked, “May I borrow that for a second?”

She blinked, startled by the request. “My hat? Whatever for?”

You held out your hand. “Just for a moment.”

Reluctantly but silently, Furina passed her hat to you. As soon as you took it from her hands, you smoothed it down and looked around you. Your eyes landed on a rainbow rose just sitting beside you on the grass. With a gentle touch, you sat up and carefully plucked it off the ground and placed it into the hat, tucking it within the band.

Your lover merely looked at you with confusion etching her features. “What are you doing, ma chèrie?”

“Just adding a little something,” you smiled as you adjusted the flower. “You’re the star of Fontaine, are you not?”

She blinked. “Of course I am,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “But I fail to see how this relates.”

You gestured towards the flower you placed in her hat. “You’re like this rose. This rose is like the stars above.”

Her eyebrows furrowed as she sat up. “Enlighten me.”

“Both are beautiful and both illuminate with their own brilliance,” you began, brushing a thumb over the rose’s soft petals. “This rose blooms delicately, and its colours are vibrant and radiant. Much like stars, its beauty is hard to ignore. However, look closely.” 

You scooted closer to her and tilted the hat slightly, letting her see the faint browning edges of the rose. A few petals on the outside were sagging. “As vibrant and beautiful as it is, it’s close to wilting,” you said, glancing at her. “But does that make it any less beautiful?”

Her gaze lingered on the flower and she hesitated to speak.

“It doesn’t,” you continued for her. “As I’ve said before, the stars that shine so brilliantly and explode won’t just fade into nothingness. They leave traces of their existence in the form of supernovas and elements. The same can be said for this rose—it leaves traces in the form of seeds, so the seeds can take root in the soil and grow into something as beautiful. If not, more.”

Blue eyes traced over the form of the rainbow rose and then towards your own eyes. “And you think… I’m like that?”

“I know you are.” You delicately brushed a strand of her soft hair from her face. “Whether it’s being the Archon of Fontaine or just being Furina, you have already left a trail. A lasting impact, hm? You’ve already touched so many lives. Mine included. You’re pretty much unforgettable if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Furina looked down trying to hide the blush that crept up on her cheeks. “I see…” she murmured. “But what does this have to do with my hat?”

“Ah, nothing really,” you grinned. “I just wanted to hold it.”

The priceless look on her face when her head perked up was of utter exasperation, but the corners of her lips twitched into a smile which indicated she was finding this amusing. “You’re unbelievable,” said Furina, dramatically rolling her eyes. “Give it back.”

You snorted at her reaction. “Let me put it on for you.”

Without another word, you gently set the hat on her head with the rose still in place. The moonlight bathed around her, illuminating the serenity of her face. The sight left you utterly captivated and, for a brief moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“I could have very well put it on myself,” she said.

“I shan’t let a lady like yourself fend for herself,” you quipped.

“Putting on a hat doesn’t require fending for oneself! Are you questioning an Archon’s capacity to perform a simple task?” Furina prodded your shoulder with her finger, earning a giggle from you and leading you to shove her hat downwards over her eyes in retaliation.

“Whoops!” You feigned a gasp and placed a hand over your mouth.

“[Name]!”

“My mistake, Lady Furina.” You inclined your head in a mock bow.

She plucked a handful of grass from the ground and tossed it at you, causing you to laugh even harder. “Do you know how long it takes me to have it perfectly angled?”

You brushed the grass off your clothes as you watched her adjust the hat properly. “I didn’t think putting on a hat requires such preciseness,” you said, to which your lover let out a scoff.

“You’d be surprised at how much care goes into it, ma c​​hère​​​,” Furina replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

For a brief moment, your eyes trailed over to her, tracing her features.  It was the way the moonlight kissed her face and shone down to highlight her pretty eyes. Then, with a sudden impulse, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around her in a warm hug. One of the soft strands of her hair brushed against your cheek as you huddled closer.

“Hm? What’s this?” she asked, placing a hand on your arm and keeping you there.

“Just felt like you needed it. And I’m also a little cold.”

Furina huffed but she didn’t pull away—not when you were so warm against her. The two of you stayed like that for a while, the sound of rustling leaves and the distant trickle of a stream filling the comfortable silence.

But oh, how time flies.

The nights of laughter under the same stars you would sit to gaze at felt like a lifetime ago.

So much has changed since then.

Foçalors was dead. Furina was no longer the ‘Archon’ of Fontaine. Yet, despite this, she felt just as radiant to you. After all, why would it matter? In your eyes, she was still the same—perfect, just as she always is. Being 'normal' did not make you love her any less.

The two of you sat under the sky as twilight approached. The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable. She was sitting cross-legged in front of you on the grass, her white curls falling loosely just above her shoulders.

As you sat behind her on a rock, your fingers brushed through her hair. You picked up one strand after another before interlacing them deftly into a neat braid.

Furina didn’t say a word. She hadn’t spoken much these days but being the understanding lover you are, you didn’t press her to. Her gaze remained fixed on her hands, twiddling her gloved thumbs while you worked on her hair.

“There,” you breathed, finishing the last touches. “Have a look.”

Gesturing towards the lake nearby, you invited her to see her reflection. She leaned closer, a gasp of wonder nearly escaped her lips at the sight. Her hair was intricately adorned with delicate petals from a lakelight lily with their soft hues contrasting against the vibrant blue streaks that wove through her locks. The rest of her hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

“Do you like it?” You asked almost nervously. “I’m not exactly good with working with your short hair now, but I hope I did it some justice.”

“How pretty,” she murmured, almost to herself. She ran a finger down the braid, delicately touching the petals.

A relieved sigh escaped you. “I’m glad you like it.”

Your eyes then moved downwards, settling on the hat next to her. The rose you had placed inside was still there, but it had faded to a dry brown. It had completely wilted since that day you tucked it in. You reached for the hat and grazed your fingers over the brittle petals.

It's interesting how something so delicate can carry so much significance.

Your lover seemed to notice you picking up the hat. “I, um,” she said sheepishly, “I haven’t really taken that off since. It was such a sweet gesture, so I’ve kept it there even when it died.”

You let out a hum of acknowledgment and set the hat down. Twilight seemed to arrive and your gaze drifted up to the sky as the last light of day was about to dip below the horizon.

Amidst the purples, you see it: a lone spark twinkling in the vast expanse above.

“Furina, look.” You gently nudged her on the shoulder, pointing to the sky. “The first star.”

Turning her head, she followed the direction of your pointing finger. A lone star greeted her eyes and shone so softly in the sky as if trying to gain her attention. After a few minutes, another star appeared which was later followed by many more, and the first star was no longer alone.

It wasn’t long before the moon came into full view that night.

You leaned closer, resting your chin gently on her shoulder. “Do you remember what I said about the stars, Furina?”

She pondered for a moment. “That they burn so brightly, they explode and leave behind pieces of themselves?”

“Precisely,” you nodded.

A faint smile stretched over her lips as her gaze remained on the stars. “You still believe that?”

“Of course I do, how could I not?” you responded earnestly.

Furina sighed, her smile dropping slightly. She stared at her hat, at the rose that shrivelled up. “You said they symbolised me… and the flower.”

“I did.”

She didn’t reply for a moment. Instead, she looked at her reflection in the lake once more. She noticed her short hair, a style she chose when she left the Palais, and the braid that you had done for her.

For the first time, she looked like her. Not Foçalors, not the Hydro Archon, but Furina—just Furina. The human she so deserved to be after five hundred years of suffering. Pretending.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” she said, tilting her head to look back at you. “It’s wilted. Dead. And yet… I can’t bring myself to throw it away.”

You smiled. “Because it’s a part of you. Just like what you once carried as an Archon. You don’t need to shine for Fontaine anymore, but that doesn’t mean your light is gone.”

A thousand thoughts swirled in her mind at your comment. For five centuries, she’d defined herself by the role she played, by the image she projected. But now? Now she was just Furina. No mask. No Archon. No title. Just Furina, if she were to have a name tag stuck on her.

“Stars burn brilliantly,” you continued. “And when they die, their light lingers, leaving traces—beautiful, meaningful traces that last long even after they’re gone. That’s what this rose is to you. It's a reminder of who you were.”

Furina gazed at the rose once more, her fingers gliding over its fragile petals. “I feel as though my light has completely died out. There’s nothing left of me now that I am not an Archon anymore.”

You shook your head, placing a hand over hers. “It won’t. Your light isn’t just in the role you played or the mask you wore. It’s in the way you’ve touched the people in Fontaine’s lives. It’s in the way you’ve touched my life. You left such a lasting impression on all of us.”

Before she could protest further, you pulled her into a tight hug. “Archon or not, you're still the same Furina I know and fell for. I don't care who you are or what title you possess. As long as I'm with you, I'm content. You're a star with a presence so commanding and brilliant I could never look away.”

The quiet hum of the lake, the whisper of the wind in the grass, and the twinkling of the stars above seemed to pause for you both to just have your small moment. She stayed quiet in your embrace.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever feel as bright as I once did,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, brushing a loose curl from her face. “And that's okay. Stars don’t shine just for themselves; they shine because their light travels, touches, and changes others. And Furina, you’ve changed me. You’ve changed Fontaine."

She scoffed playfully. “You’re so insufferably poetic. You always know what to say, mon amour.”

The both of you shared a lighthearted giggle before a comfortable silence enveloped you once again. Furina nestled closer into your shoulder, her breath steadying as her hand slipped into yours.

“Do you think the stars can see us?” she asked.

You chuckled softly, intertwining your fingers with hers. “Maybe they do. Or maybe they’re just jealous.”

“Jealous?” she blinked, pulling away to look at you.

“Of course,” you replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “They’ll never know what it’s like to burn bright as someone as extraordinary as you.”

“You always find a chance to flatter me.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re sitting in front of me.”

The stars glowed, embedding the night sky alongside the silvery moon casting down rays of light towards you. This was a routine for you, and it always will be a routine for you both.

And you had the presence, the light of a star by your side.

[thepersonnamedsam]

thighs don’t lie - mv1

pairing: max verstappen x goddess!reader

summary: thirsting over each others thighs on main is your hobby

face claim: no one particular

warnings: max thirsting

note: i saw this tiktok about max‘ thighs and i couldn’t get this idea out of my head… i love thighs, psst

masterlist / taglist

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yninsta and maxverstappen1

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[sosa2imagines]

You, me and Vegas! Part 5

Warning- Fluff, little angst, talk about failed dates.

The spa was a beautiful, tranquil place, with soft ambient music playing in the background. The scent of essential oils filled the air, creating a soothing atmosphere. The walls were covered in calming shades of pastel blues and greens, and the lighting was intentionally dim to help promote relaxation.

The decor was modern yet earthy, with plants placed strategically to provide a sense of nature indoors. The overall effect was a peaceful retreat, the perfect place to unwind and forget the worries of the world.

While Peach was enjoying her massage, completely relaxed and her mind at ease, Bucky was having a different experience.

The masseuse worked on his back, kneading and pressing his muscles, slowly loosening the knots of tension.

However, Bucky was not as relaxed as Peach. His eyes were wide open, looking around the room. He felt out of place, unused to such environment.

“You need to relax.” the masseuse whispered, noticing his tension.

Bucky looked at Peach, lying on her stomach on her table, her eyes closed peacefully. She looked so relaxed, it made Bucky envious. He wanted to relax too, but years of being on high alert had trained his body otherwise.

The masseuse's hands on his back continued their work, trying to coax the tension out of his muscles. “You're too tense.” she commented, pressing her fingers into a particularly tight spot.

Bucky, his head turning slightly, whispered over to Peach. “Hey psst, Peach…” he said quietly, trying to keep his voice low so as not to disturb the other guests in the spa.

Peach, her eyes still closed, hummed softly. “Trying to relax, Bucky.” she responded, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Like you should be right now.”

Bucky chuckled softly. “Yeah, I'm trying...” he replied, though he still felt somewhat restless. His body was not used to just lying there, doing nothing.

The masseuse continued her work on his back, but Bucky's mind was still active. He looked around the room, taking in the peaceful ambiance, the soft music, and the other couples in various stages of relaxation.

Bucky, still lying face down on his table, looked over at Peach again, trying to keep their conversation quiet. He whispered across to her, his voice a low murmur.

“Hey, Peach,” he whispered, catching her attention. “Seriously though, why are we here? This seems like a total waste of money.”

Peach, her eyes still closed but a small smile playing on her lips, didn't move from her position. “We're here,” she responded softly, “because we both need to relax. You've been too stress, and we are here to remove that stress.”

Bucky groaned softly. “But this is so... unproductive,” he protested, his voice still low but with a hint of frustration. “I could be doing something else, something useful, not just lying here let someone press on my back. I should be serious, I'm jobless.”

Peach's eyes opened for a moment, her smile widening slightly. “Jobless doesn't mean you can't relax,” she replied, her voice still soft. “In fact, if anything, being jobless makes you need to relax more. You're too much on edge, Bucky. And will being serious get you a job?”

Bucky grumbled under his breath but couldn't argue with her logic. “I guess not,” he sighed, feeling the masseuse's hands still working on his back. “But I'm not used to just... lying here. This feels... I don't know, weird.”

Peach chuckled softly. “I thought you'd say that,” she remarked, her eyes still closed. “But just try to enjoy the moment, Bucky. Stop thinking, stop worrying. You need this, let them take your stress away.”

Bucky, his face still half-buried in the massage table, smiled at her words. His expression softened, the tension in his features eased. He opened his eyes and looked over at Peach.

“You know,” he said, his voice quiet, “I was thinking...” He paused, then continued, “You should stay with me, for the time being.”

Peach's eyes opened and her smile widened as she heard his words. She turned her head slightly and looked over at him, her eyes warm and appreciative.

“Of course,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with happiness. “After all, what's a 'wife' for? if not to support and stay with her 'husband' in times of need.”

Bucky smiled back at her, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and affection.

It was both a comfort and a surprise, Peach's easy acceptance of his suggestion. To have her with him, living under the same roof, felt both nerve-wracking and... nice. “You are impossible...”

Bucky and Peach, after their massage session, moved towards the pool area. The water was warm, the temperature just right. They relaxed there, letting the water soothe their muscles.

Bucky floated beside Peach, the water buoying him up. He looked over at her, her eyes closed, and spoke up. “Hey, remember that escort card?”

Peach opened her eyes, a curious look on her face. “The escort card?”

Bucky nodded, a slight frown on his face. “Yeah, that one,” he confirmed. “My best friend Steve thought I could use it...to loosen up. Especially after a failed date...”

Peach floated closer, her curiosity piqued. “And did you?” she inquired, her voice soft. “Use it, I mean.”

Bucky looked away, his gaze drifting to the water's surface. “No,” he replied, a hint of regret in his voice. “I just... couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not the type to just... go to clubs and pay for a date.”

Peach nodded, understanding his sentiment. She knew Bucky was never the type to indulge in such things. She reached out and touched his arm gently. “Good,” she said, her voice firm and filled with reassurance. “You're too good for that anyway. Want to share why your date failed?”

Bucky let out a soft sigh, the memory still fresh in his mind. “She was just... not interested,” he said, the sting of rejection still there. “I thought we had a connection, and she seemed excited about the idea, but when the date happened...” He trailed off, his voice betraying a hint of hurt and disappointment.

Peach's heart ached for him. She could see, he had been hopeful about the date, and the fact that it had ended in disappointment must have been hard on him. “That's rough,” she murmured, her hand still on his arm. “I'm sorry.”

Bucky shrugged, trying to brush it off. “It's fine,” he muttered, though his expression didn't quite match his words. “I mean, it's not the first failed date I've had and probably won't be the last. It's just... hard, knowing that no one seems to want to give me a real chance.”

“So you have been through the whole, listen to sad songs, watch sad movies, questioning everything?”

Bucky chuckled, a bittersweet smile on his face. “Yeah, I've been there,” he admitted. “Sad songs, sad movies, questioning life... the whole thing. But it doesn't really help, you know? Just makes you feel more miserable.”

Peach floated closer to him, her voice filled with understanding. “Yeah, I get it,” she said. “It's like these things just make you sink deeper into the sadness. And then you feel even worse about feeling so bad.”

Bucky nodded, appreciating her understanding. “Yeah, exactly,” he agreed. “You just keep thinking, 'Why did this happen? What's wrong with me? Why can't I seem to find someone that wants to be with me?' It's like a cycle of self-pity and doubt.”

Days had passed since the spa day. Peach had tried multiple times to get Bucky to agree to give dating another chance. Each time, Bucky was reluctant, shutting down the idea as soon as it was suggested.

Today was no different. They were sitting in the living room, the topic of dating once again coming up.

“Come on, Bucky,” Peach insisted, her voice firm. “You need to give it another shot.”

Bucky shook his head forcefully, a stubborn look on his face, “No,” he said firmly. “I told you, I don't want to. I've had enough failed dates for a lifetime.”

Peach rolled her eyes in frustration, her determination to change his mind undeterred. “You can't just give up on dating, Bucky,” she argued. “You're a great guy, and there's someone out there for you. Just call her!!!”

Bucky's expression hardened at her insistent tone. “No,” he repeated firmly, “I don't want to. I'm tired of putting myself out there, only to end up feeling worse. I'm done with dating!”

Peach let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes narrowing at his stubbornness. “You can't just give up like this,” she retorted, not willing to back down. “What if you find someone really great if you keep trying?”

Later that night, Bucky sat on the edge of his bed, the phone in his hand. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. The conversation he'd had with Peach earlier was replaying in his mind, her insistence that he give dating another try echoing in his ears.

He dialed the number with slightly trembling fingers, the dial tone seemed to echo in the room, the anticipation building.

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity, each ring making Bucky more and more nervous. He glanced towards the door, where he knew Peach was waiting anxiously, silently encouraging him. He could almost envision her expression, her eyes wide, lips pressed together as she hoped for the best.

Finally, the ringing stopped, and a soft, feminine voice answered. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was polite, yet held a hint of curiosity. Bucky swallowed back his nerves and spoke, trying his best to sound more confident than he felt.

“Hey, it's Bucky,” he said, his voice slightly trembling. “We met at my parent's party, and you gave me your number...” He paused, waiting for a response, the silence on the other end making him more nervous by the second.

There was a moment of silence before the girl responded, her voice registering surprise. “Oh, right, yes...” There was a pause, in which Bucky could almost feel an impending rejection. But then, the girl spoke again. “You're calling to ask me out, right?”

Bucky's heart skipped a beat at the confirmation. “Yeah, I am,” he replied, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner tomorrow?”

There was another pause, longer this time, and Bucky felt the anxiety rise inside him with each second passing. He knew she was probably thinking about her answer, weighing her options, and he almost expected a rejection. But then, she spoke again, her voice soft. “Sure, that sounds nice. See you at 8, at the Bristo. “

Bucky's heart leapt at her words. She had agreed to the date. He could hardly believe it. “Great,” he managed to say, trying to sound nonchalant, “I'll meet you there at 8. See you then.”

As he hung up the phone, the adrenaline from the successful call slowly subsiding, he let out a sigh. Peach, who had been listening from the other room, rushed into his room, a wide smile on her face.

“You did it!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. “I knew you could do it! You're going on a date!!” She was radiating happiness, clearly pleased with the outcome.

Bucky, still feeling the buzz from the call, smiled slightly at her enthusiasm. “Yeah, I did it,” he agreed, a hint of disbelief in his tone. “I actually asked her out, and she said yes. I can't believe it.”

Peach, her face set in a serious expression, gave Bucky some firm advice. “Here's something important,” she said, her tone authoritative. “Don't take your car. Sometimes girls love to give their dates a lift. It gives them a sense of control and independence. Besides, it makes you seem less self-absorbed.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. “You think so?” he asked, not entirely convinced. “I mean, I always thought driving made me seem responsible and dependable.”

Peach rolled her eyes. “Maybe for other occasions, but not for a date,” she responded. “Think about it. By letting her give you a lift, she can show you she's independent, capable and confident. Plus, it adds a hint of mystery and intrigue, especially if she is proud of her car.”

Bucky and Peach spent the rest of the evening discussing date ideas, with Peach offering her thoughts and advices. Bucky sat with a notebook, taking notes as she spoke, his expression a mix of determination and nerves.

He jotted down thoughts from Peach, such as the importance of good hygiene, active listening, and being genuinely interested in the girl. He also noted the tips about clothing and hair, the importance of paying compliments, and how to not come off too strong.

But most importantly, being comfortable and being yourself.

Part 4- Part 6

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[stories4eve]

ANGST FOR THE KIDDIES CONTINUED..

(PSST @batshikns get your food)

★ Cream Vanilla

Cream Vanilla has always felt like she lived in her family's shadow. I mean, her entire family is filled with magically talented people, healers and great heroes etc. However, though she'll never say it, she feels like she's not enough for her family-- that's why she's always seen as to be so amazed and in awe of her older brother. She wants to be like him, but she also feels like she's lacking. She feels like she's behind in everything. Being the younger one out of her and her brother, of course there's an example she sort of needs to follow; even if Vanilla and Shadow don't say it. Its sort of subconscious, they're more careful on what they allow her to do and monitor her magic progress even closer to prevent her from hurting herself for the most part. So she'll comply, she'll lie to herself that it's okay, she's fine with living like this. She'll lie until eventually, she forgets she even felt that way.

She doesn't have as much of an unstable power source as her brother before her. That does mean she is a little less powerful, but nonetheless, a force not to be played with. She's able to travel through portals and other things. She can create illusions and heal! But that's will never be enough to sastify that longing to finally feel like she belongs somewhere anywhere. But of course, she hides it all with a smile. There's something more sinister within her power source, though. She's scarily good with dream altering, mind manipulation, etc, even though she seems harmless.. Really, in some situations, Shadow Milk's help is needed more than Vanilla's. Because he seems to always know when she's lying, she might be a good liar to anyone else.. But to the master of deceit himself? Yeah, no. Nada.

★ Golden Saffron Cookie

He's probably the most prone to follow in Burning Spice's footsteps.. unfortunately. His mindset is similar to what near corruption Spice had, and Spice has VERY conflicting feelings about it. He doesn't like change all that much and wants to preserve most of everything.. He learned that change does hurt, that it's scary because he's seen all the bad that's happened to his father. Realized that he was good, but then he changed, realized what happened to his mom, and she changed too. It's a scary world out there, and it's better if he sits back and tries to live in what is comfortable and what he knows. Change will only result in loss, and he can't bear to lose Pepperjack, Kofta, Mama, or Papa now. He also can't really process strong emotions that well and tends to lash out. Cheese and Spice are, of course, trying to work this out with him, but having a stubborn 10 year old is stressful.

As for powers, he really only got Pyrokensis. However, it doesn't hurt him when he uses his flames, so it's so easy to be reckless and destroy everything. It's also tied to his emotions more so than anyone elses, and he kinda has something similar to what Capsacin has, not that he's part of their family, but the similarity is still there. He sometimes forgets that he's still a child at the end of the day and is prone to just accepting the title of "monster."

★ Kofta Cookie..

When she does eventually grow up, she'll gain more of Cheese's powers and her personality. As the only little girl in the family she's spoiled, but never rotten as she learns from both of her parents that your people are your strength at the end of the day. However, there are times where she forgets that. Sometimes she let's her ego get infront of her and ruin most of her friendships, sometimes people will have to hurt her to humble her. Of course, she'll learn her lesson one day, but it doesn't come without hurt. Most of the cheesians find her arrogance to be most.. unpleasant, and the wild spices think she's just too cocky. Her people lack loyalty in her because of how she presents herself, when in reality she just wants to be the very best for them.. and there is no other way she's been able to communicate this back other than this.

Her whole thing is nearly identical to her mothers with some aspects of destruction in there. She can manipulate the sands and bend them to create what she needs, but she can also turn things into sand to destroy them. Its a whole cycle she holds in the palms of her hand, and sometimes she can turn the wrong things into dust beneath her feet. Earning her a title of what is similar to that of a tyrant, making her quest and journey to earn her people's respect harder.. To a degree, of course the people respect her enough but there's always a few who have something to say..

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Penelope Garcia X Teen Son Reader

Haven't done nearly enough for Penelope so here we go, hope you like this

This will be a long one for Penelope!

Rwquest: Hello! I love your chapters and wanted to place a request!

A teen trans male with autism, who is the son of Penelope Garcia. The reader is male passing, and was kidnapped by an unsub who is selling teen boys off to high paying bidders on a live feed chatroom.

Third person pov...

It was a normal day for Y/N Garcia, the teen was on his way home from school, as he walked he heard a sound coming from one of the alleyways.

"Meow"

The H/C teen looks around for the kitten, he looks around and underneath all the rubbish, quietly calling for the kitten to show itself, Y/N had always been a sucker for anything cute, which he got from his Mum the ever bubbly Penelope Garcia.

"Psst psst, come here kitty" he calls into the darkness kneeling on the ground, he had left his back pack by the entrance of the alleyway, after calling for the kitten again Y/N sighs.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by a sinister figure lurking in the shadows. This man, known only as the Unsub, had been tracking Y/N for weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

The teen was a bit put out that he couldn't find the kitten and began walking back to grab his bag, as he swings it onto his shoudler he hears a sound.

This of course made the teen turn, raising an eyebrow he looked around but didn't see anything, then a hand was put on his shoudler.

The Boy instinctively flinched and pushed the hand off, being Autistic the H/C teenager hates being touched unexpectedly. He can hug his mum fine because she announces that she is going to hug him so it doesn't scare the teen.

Twisting away from the hand, he looked up and saw a man, he was tall and skinny, he had a 'creepy' grin on his face as if he enjoyed the scare he gave the boy infront.

Y/N took a small step away from the man, the mans eyes looked Y/N up and down before smirking. "You'll do perfectly" he speaks, before Y/N had a chance to run he was knocked out and being thrown into a white van.

With a pained groan Y/N opened his eyes, as he did he didn't see the alleyway, only a horribly small room.

"What the hell?" Mutters the teen, he was surrounded by ugly white walls with a metal door that was most likely locked, the only light source was a small kids size lamp, which was sat on top of a small wooden box.

Y/N took in the room and the dirty mattress he was currently lying on, he also had numerous toys around him. It was as if someone planned for him to be there.

E/C eyes desperately searched for a way out, but he couldn't find one, in the far corner was a poor excuse for a toilet.

The teen could feel his heart beat rapidly in his chest, breathing heavy he could feel a panic attack coming on, he got those when he was stressed(which was a lot)

He slammed his back up against a wall, holding a hand to his chest, trying go calm himself down, he began to stim. Flapping his hands quickly in front he slowly began go breath normally again.

Closing his eyes for a few minutes his breathing finally went back go normal, usually his Mum helped him through his panic attacks, glad he did it himself.

"Okay, I'm in a room, probably been kidnapped" the teen muttered to himself, as he looked up he saw a camera. "Oh god" he cried dropping his head to his knees wishing this nightmare was over.

The kidnapper an unsub known only as 'The Collector,' had been watching the teen for weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

The Collector was a notorious criminal who had been selling teenage boys to high-paying bidders on a live feed chatroom. He had a twisted fascination with the innocence and vulnerability of these boys, and he saw them as nothing more than commodities to be bought and sold.

Y/N had been on his list of victims for a while now, he didn't want to waste anymore time not having the H/C teen.

Penelope was currently pacing in her office, it had been almost an hour since she last heard from her son, she knew

Y/N had left his school and was walking home when suddenly he stopped.

The technical analysis was tracking his phone GPS which hadn't left the alleyway he'd been in for more than half an hour.

"He's okay he's okay, probably got distracted by a cat of something" she mutters to herself, still pacing in her office.

As she was spiraling, a sound from her computer made the colorful woman turn around, a gasp left her throat as she clicked on the email.

She had received a cryptic message from another hacker who was trollong through live feeds of predators and noticed a familiar face, one Y/N garcia.

The message also contained a link to the live feed chatroom, where the Unsub was auctioning off Y/N, Penelope quickly scrabbled for her laptop and slammed open her door.

The blonde haired woman, attempted to keep her tears in but they feel her from her eyes as she raced to inform the team of what happend.

The first person she saw was Derek. The tall man was laughing with Emily and JJ while Reid sat at his desk reading a book.

"Guyss!" She yelled effectively gaining the rooms attention, Derek turned smilies leaving his face when he saw the tears falling from his baby girls face.

He then held out his hands to stop the woman was colliding with him. "Woa woa, slow down baby girl" he tells her calmly.

Which didn't help her much. "Y/Nbeenskidnappedandisbeingauctionedonalivestream!" She yells tears falling from her eyes as she attempted to explain.

All she got was confused and concerned looks from her team, sighing she opened the laptop and turned it around towards the others.

"Y/Ns been kidnapped and is being auctioned off!" She yelled, everyone was in shock, Derek attempts to calm Penelope down while the others come up with a plan to save Y/N.

Y/N didn't know how many days had passed since he'd been kidnapped, the one thing that kept his spirits up was the thought of his Mum and how she'd never give up looking for him, along with the BAU who thought of the teen like family.

Back in Virginia Penelope and the BAU were closing in on The Collector's location. They had managed to infiltrate his chatroom and gather crucial information about his operation. With each passing moment, the tension grew, and the stakes became higher.

Finally, the day arrived when Penelope and thw team were ready to make their move. They stormed The Collector's hideout, guns blazing, and rescued the boys who had been held captive.

Y/N wasn't the only one who'd been kidnapped and held, many other smalls rooms with cameras where filled with boys Y/N age, the teen had been sleeping when he heard the door opening.

Scared it was the kidnapper Y/N tried to find something to defend himself but couldn't. "Y/N!" Yelled a familiar voice, the teen gasp at the voice.

"Uncle Derek!" He exclaimed, Derek grinned when the boy ran over to him, the man grabbed the boy into a hug. "Your olay kid, you safe now" he muttered comforting the teenager.

Once outside Y/N still hadn't let go of Derek, as they walked out the door Penelope yelled for Y/N when she saw he was safe in Derek's arms

"N/N!" the voice of his Mum made Y/N look up from Derek's shoudler, his young face lit up when he spotted his Mum.

"Mum!" He yelled, running and nearly knocking her over as he rushed into her arms. "My baby, your okay right right" she whsipers kissing his head and checking for injuries as she cried.

The end!

Hope you like this oneshot, sorry for the wait been busy with college work. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1425

[junipernight]

The Quirks of Being a Ladybug

Chapter 4 - Purr

Summary: Apparently, the strangeness didn't end with magic, suddenly having a secret identity, or saving Paris on a weekly basis. (AKA, the one where the miraculous holders have to deal with random animal traits)

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Adrien sprinted up the steps to Francois Dupont, backpack slung over one shoulder, late note clutched tightly in one sweaty fist.

His dad had been even more of a perfectionist than usual when it came to photoshoots lately, fussing over lighting and angles to a degree he never had before his mom disappeared. The result was that his photoshoot that morning had stretched even later than normal, later than the late pass from Natalie indicated he’d be absent.

Now, he had missed lunch and would have to join the class in the middle of 4th period—Mme. Mendeleiev’s class. This sucked for two reasons:

Science was his favorite class. 

Mme. Mendeleiev hated tardiness.

Adrien didn’t stop running until he was just outside the classroom. Then he stopped and put his ear up to the door. Slowly, tentatively, he cracked open the door to the science lab and peeked inside; Mme. Mendeleiev had her back turned to the classroom and was lecturing and writing formulas on the board. Adrien opened the door just enough to slip in, tip-toed over to put the late pass on her desk, and scurried to his seat.

Shoulders hunched, he hurriedly pulled out his notebook and homework. He dug around in his bag—he couldn’t find his pencil, where-?

“Monsieur Agreste. This is a science class, not choir practice!”

Oh. Oh no. He’d been humming again.

“Sorry, Mme. Mendeleiev,” he apologized.

The teacher sniffed and turned back to the board. He waited until she was back into the flow of the lesson to start gingerly rummaging around for a pencil again.

“Psst.” Nino elbowed him. In his hand was a spare mechanical pencil.

“Thanks,” Adrien mouthed.

He started rapidly copying down what was on the board, only for Mme. Mendeleiev to erase it and move on to the next topic.

“Mmmm-- mmmmm- mmf!” Adrien started to hum in distress before Nino elbowed him again. 

Adrien bit down on his tongue. You could still hum with your teeth on your tongue, but it made it harder to do so accidentally.

Adrien, who had played piano for as long he could remember, had always been musically inclined. This wasn’t like that. Half of the time, he didn’t even realize he was humming. It was an unconscious thing, like breathing, or fidgeting, or picking at a scab. It wasn’t even pretty, melodic humming. Humming probably wasn’t even the right word—he was droning.

Plagg, as usual, had been totally unhelpful, which is why it had taken Adrien almost 4 months to realize that he was basically purring out of the suit.

“Yeah, duh,” the little kwami had said when Adrien shared his revelation. “My holders always take on cat traits, but humans can’t exactly purr. Didn’t I tell you that?” 

(Plagg had not told Adrien this.)

Knowing didn’t really make a difference anyway. Adrien hummed, whether he realized it or not, and he did it every time he felt stressed, or embarrassed, or worried. He hummed when he was comfortable and happy too, but that usually happened around his lady, when he could purr for real.

Mme Mendeliev was really rocketing through the lesson now, so Adrien took a deep breath and tried to keep up.

***

Poor Adrien, Marinette thought, not for the first time, later that day.

She was lying in bed with Tikki nestled in her hair and her chemistry homework (Mme. Mendeleiev had given them homework over the break, it was so unfair) spread out in front of her on the blanket, but she was finding it hard to concentrate. 

She knew how awkward and embarrassing it felt to be late to class, especially when it wasn’t even your own fault. Marinette would totally be on time more often if it wasn’t for that loser Hawkmoth. (She hesitated to call acclaimed fashion designer Gabriel Agreste a loser, but it was inconsiderate of him to make his son miss so much school.) Poor Adrien had continued humming under his breath all class. Marinette didn’t fully understand the humming thing, but she thought it might be a kind of stress-induced vocal stim, the same way she needed big movements when she got worked up about something.

Marinette hoped Mme. Mendeleiev would understand about the vocal stimming. She hoped she wouldn’t write a note to Adrien’s father, or get him in trouble; if she did, Monsieur Agreste might pull Adrien out of school forever, and then Marinette would never see him again, and they’d never get married and have 3 kids OR a hamster!

That’s what Marinette was thinking when her phone rang.

“Hello?” she answered miserably, so lost in her daydream that she hadn’t checked the caller ID.

“Marinette!” exclaimed a relieved voice.

“Adrien!” Marinette squeaked. “What called you?”

“Listen, I need your help,” said Adrien urgently, ignoring Marinette’s way with words. “I’ve gotten myself into a sort of predicament…”

***

Five minutes later, Marinette was standing outside the front doors of College Francois Dupont.

They were locked.

She scanned the street and windows of the school consideringly. She snuck into the school all the time as Ladybug, of course, but she didn’t want to get in the habit of using LB to do Marinette business. Besides, it would be weird if anyone saw Ladybug sneaking into a school after hours when there were no akumas around.

So, instead of yoyo-ing up and over, she shuffled along the side of the school to M. Monlataing’s classroom. She was in luck—the absent-minded art teacher had left the window open again.

Marinette hoisted herself through the window and crept inside. She made her way through the dark halls on tiptoe, stopping every so often to listen for footsteps, or the jangle of keys.

Nothing.

The boys locker room appeared to be totally empty when she reached it. It sure sounded occupied, however —like someone was having a hushed conversation in the corner.

“... Adrien?” she whisper-called.

Immediately the talking stopped. There was a loud clang, like the sound of sheet metal warping.

“Marinette?” came a muffled voice.

She rushed over towards the sound; she still couldn’t see anyone, but she could hear the little sounds of rustling when she knelt in front of Adrien’s locker.  “You weren’t kidding,” she breathed. “You really are trapped in a locker!”

“I know,” Adrien said glumly.

“Are you on the phone? I thought I heard voices.”

“Nope, it’s just me… talking to myself… while stuck in a locker...”

The padlock was lying on the floor next to the lockers, so at least he wasn’t locked in. Marinette tugged on the locker door:

It didn’t budge.

“How did you even get in there in the first place?” Marinette asked. Her first thought was that he’d been shoved in there by a bully, like in an American movie—except no, that wouldn’t make sense, because Chloe was the only bully around who might do something like that, and she liked Adrien.

“Well…”

“Actually, hold that thought! I’ll be right back, I promise!”

She ran back out of the locker room to the nearest janitor closet; she returned a few minutes later with a can of WD-40, a screwdriver, a wrench, 3-in-1 oil, and a hammer for good measure. (Unfortunately, the school janitor didn’t have a crowbar.)

“Okay, I’m back. Tell me everything!”

“I was kind of having a bad day,” Adrien admitted. “And I got permission from my father to hang out with Nino after fencing today.”

 “But Nino’s family is going to Morocco for fall break,” Marinette interrupted. “They fly out tonight.” It was strangely easy to talk to Adrien like this. Maybe it was because she couldn’t see him, but maybe it was because she was focused on a task! She hoped it was the latter, because she liked seeing him. Which she could do again, once she got him out. 

Focus!, she thought, and picked up the nearest tool: a wrench. She peered at the locker consideringly, but unlike with her lucky charms, no immediate uses for a wrench jumped out at her, so she put it down. 

“Yeahhhhh.” Even through the locker door, Adrien sounded embarrassed. “I know that, but I forgot Fall Break started tomorrow.”

Marinette picked up a screwdriver. She would unscrew the hinges!

“So after fencing practice, I didn’t have anywhere to be, and I thought I’d curl up in my locker.”

“You went in there on purpose?!” she cried, momentarily derailed.

“It’s cozy…” Marinette, ever attuned to all things Adrien, picked up on the slightly defensive note in his voice. “I like to curl up in small spaces, sometimes, I dunno.”

Marinette considered this, trying to relate even though she didn’t see the appeal. “Like a cat in a box,” she said.

“HEH. Heh heh. YEP. Like a cat, or a- or a squirrel, or a stoat. Lots of animals like to hole up in weird places.

Unscrewing the hinges wasn’t working; there wasn’t much for the screwdriver to grab on to. She switched tactics and grabbed the WD-40.

“Why me?” she asked eventually, when she had sprayed the hinges, the edges of the door, and even the little bar where the padlock should go.

“Pardon?”

“Why did you call me for help?” she said, voicing the question she’d been wondering since he’d first called her that afternoon.  She picked up the last tool in her arsenal, and started trying to pry open the door with the back end of the hammer.

“Don’t be offended, but… you have a lot of quirks. So I thought, if anyone would be understanding of my quirks, it’d be you.”

A warm feeling spread through Marinette’s chest. A second later, the locker door sprang open, and Adrien tumbled out.

He blinked up at her, blinded by the light.

Marinette grinned down at him, still basking in the idea that she and Adrien had something in common.

“Yeah, I understand having a few quirks,” she said, as she helped him up.

Adrien surprised her then by hugging her.

“Thanks Marinette!” he said. “You’re the best!”

Marinette blushed a brilliant, cochineal red. 

Oh my god, keep it together Mari, she thought. No nose bleeds!

He was still hugging her.

“It nothing!” She squeaked, and then mentally kicked herself.

Adrien was quirky. She was quirky. She’d just freed him from a trap of his own making and was still holding the hammer. They were both two quirky dorkasauruses, and she could speak in complete sentences to him. With no nose bleeds.

He finally let go, and instantly she missed his arms around her.

“It you- If you want, we could go back to my house,” she said.

Adrien smiled his wonderful, soft-boy smile at her. “I’d love to, Marinette.”

They chatted amicably as they walked out of the school together. A thought occurred to Marinette right before they reached the bakery.

“Hey Adrien, have you ever built a blanket fort before?”

[bubblegumbarbie33]

A Big Post of Funny Incorrect Quotes The Lost Boys (1987) edition

Paul: Ahhh, lying, one of the oldest tricks in the book. besides smashing someone over the head with a rock.

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Michael, prying David's body off of the antlers: Free my man he did all of it but I don't care.

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Paul: Diversity win! I'm bisexual and I'm going to kill you!

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David: With all due respect, which is none-

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Dwayne: She was poetry, but he couldn't read.

Paul: His name was Jared, he's nineteen.

Marko: When his parents built a very strange machine.

Star: Watch that scene digging the dancing queen.

Laddie: Ayyyy macarena.

David: Horrible job everyone.

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Michael, as David blows smoke in his face: bro watch out you kinda sound like you're flirting when we argue

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Paul: What's that mouth do?

Marko: Complain.

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Paul: Psst. Hey. Fucker. *kisses Marko* Idiot.

Michael, taking notes: Hey sweetheart!!! Hey dear!!! *fucking decks David in the face* Angel!!! :)

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David, glaring at Michael: Stop forgiving my crimes I worked so hard on those.

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Marko, staring at human Paul in the club: He's got that neglected shelter dog rizz. He looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV.

Dwayne, nodding along: He looks like he lets out a sad little sigh sometimes for no reason.

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Laddie: hmmm... *gets in evil bed and holds his evil stuffed animal* evil night... *turns off his fucked up evil lamp*

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Michael: "I could fix him" good for you i guess. i could be the only thing he's truly afraid of.

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Star, shaking her head and looking at Michael: They wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist.

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Marko, standing confidently over a pile of dead bodies: They hate to see a boytoy winning.

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Dwayne, watching Michael and David stare angrily and also hornily at one another: Gay sex would not fix this situation. honestly, it'd probably make it worse. that being said I think we should give it a shot anyway.

[howlingday]

Stag and Doe

Cardin: Jaune! You're late!

Jaune: I'm sorrry.

Cardin: And you're alone, too? I thought you were bringing your hot, new girlfriend over!

Jaune: She... She probably had a sudden emergency.

Cardin: That sucks, man. Was kinda hoping to meet her.

Cardin: (Whispering) "Sudden emergency"?. What kinda lame excuse is that?.

Sun: (Whispering) Definitely not a good one.

Neptune: (Whispering) You think it was a lie?.

Sun: Should we report him for lying?

Cardin: Definitely!. He's probably a spy trying to steal all our women for himself!.

Sun: Oh, don't be ridiculous! He's just some creepy guy. Better to just leave him alone.

Neptune: Now who's being ridiculous?.

Pyrrha: I'm sorry to hear about you being stood up. I was curious what this mysterious woman looked like.

Jaune: P-Pyrrha! Um, could you and May promise not to tell Saph about this?

Cardin: Why would they do that?! Are you really that desperate to impress people, Jauney-Boy?! I man, you getting stood up gotta be the lowest you've ever been! Saphron's gotta hear how sad her baby brother is doing!

Velvet: (Tugging his arm) Cardin, please!

Jaune: (Thinking) Why? Why in the world is he humiliating me like this? (Flexes fingers) It's unbearable! Saphron won't have to learn anything... NOT IF I KILL EVERYONE HERE- (Shakes head) No! No! I can't do that!.

Velvet: (Dragging Cardin by his ear) I'm so sorry about him. Please, enjoy the party.

Jaune: (Watching everyone talking, laughing, smiling, dancing) Is this... what "ordinary" looks like? This is what Saphron wants for me. Then I guess... I've done all I can.

Jaune: I'm sorry, everyone. It's time for me to-

SLAM!

Blake: (Bloodied) Please, excuse me for my tardiness. My name is Blake Belladina, and I'm Jaune's wife.

Jaune: ...Psst! You're supposed to be my girlfriend!.

Blake: (Thinking) Crap! I mixed our missions up!.

May: Um, Ms. Belladina, was it? You're, um... You're bleeding.

Blake: Ah, right, that's, uh, an occupational hazard.

Pyrrha: Are you a professional stuntwoman?

Blake: I'm a social worker. Please excuse me, I had an emergency situation with my client, and they became especially hostile. I hope I didn't disturb your party.

Cardin: Wait, you're married? Why didn't you tell us?!

Jaune: Oh, I...

Blake: It's my fault. See, this is my second marriage, and I have a child from my first marriage. Jaune was probably still a little uncomfortable with explaining the situation.

Cardin: (Thinking) No way! There's no way in hell Jaune could have been married this whole time! And to such a dignified woman, too?! Time to take him down a peg!.

Cardin: Jaune, you're probably hungry! Try some of these piping hot- WHOOPS! Heh-

Jaune: (Slings tray in circular motion)

Cardin: (Cheese spills on his hand) AGH!

Blake: I appreciate your dedication to not wasting food, but you don't have to make such a show of it.

Jaune: Oh! I'm sorry!

Blake: (Tries food) Mm, but this is good!

Jaune: (Takes a bite) Mm! It is!

Blake: (Giggles) Did you not try it yet?

Cardin: Hey, Blake! I wouldn't get too comfy with Jaune. He's in a pretty nasty business. He gets called every night to give "massages" to clients all over the city!

Velvet: (Covering her face) Cardin, stop...

Jaune: Those were hits. Massage was code for "killing".

Jaune: That was... No, no, it's not what you think, Blake-!

Blake: I think it's amazing~!

Jaune: Huh?

Blake: Jaune lost both of his parents at such a young age, and so many sisters after that. His older sister was too sick to work, and when she was well, he insisted on working hard so that she wouldn't sell her body out of desperation. To suffer such pain and endure after so much agony... Only a special few can ever accomplish such a feat. It's something I've always admired about Jaune.

Jaune: (Blushing, Staring at Blake)

Blake: It's time to go, Jaune. Thank you all for your hospitality.

[jtks-gh05t-g1rl]

My everything.

part one

(this is copied from my Wattpad!)

not many warning besides, swear words, smoking is mentioned, and kinda cheesey or sappy.

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"what the fuck..?"

I rubbed my eyes to try to get rid of the blurriness. all I could make out was a wood podium; it reminded me of a court , the most important person in the middle, and the others on each side or in front.

I had a throbbing headache. Actually, it was my entire body that was aching. The heat was not helping my case. The only pleasant thing was the smell. It was earthy and smelt, kind of burnt ?, but in a calming way.

I finally got my vision back after a few seconds. In front of me, there were eight men; one of which caught my eye. His hair looked like the night sky right when the sun begins to set, containing hues of blue and purple.. He had the most beautiful eyes, a golden color that was mesmerizing. I noticed the person next to him whispering something to him.

"Oh! You're awake!"

I looked over at a red-haired man. He had a huge grin on his face. He was honestly very intimidating, I would be lying if I said I wasn't panicking.

"what is this? where am i?"

"It's a very long story, but y'know what else is lo-"

"Shut up!"

"Ow! You're gonna bruise my beautiful skin!" A boy with champagne like hair spoke.

"I'm just going to assume I was kidnapped, and now you're going to kill me."

"I promise you, We mean no harm," the Red haired man spoke.

"You are at The Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD for short, You have been chosen as an exchange student. You will be studying here for one year, You will also be representing the human realm."

"Human realm?"

"Ah, there are three realms. human realm, or human world, celestial realm, and the demon realm, which you are in currently."

It was completely silent for a couple seconds

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"are you guys high?"

"goodness no!"

"I'm so confused."

"and my head hurts."

"Barbatos?"

"I am already on it, my lord."

the man I'm assuming to be barbatos handed me a steamy cup of tea. it smelled incredible, I'm beginning to see a pattern.

"To help with your pain."

"Thank you." I said, trying to smile. The pain from all over was distracting.

"Allow me to introduce everyone before we move further."

"I am Lord diavolo, the future king of the devildom."

▪︎Leviathan's POV▪︎

[a few minutes earlier]

"psst, Levi, she was totally staring at you!!" Asmo had just whispered to me .

I gave him a "You're crazy" look. He must be psycho if he thinks someone that pretty would look at me, let alone stare.

I don't even know this girl, but I can already tell she's going to get a lot of attention here. I got an overwhelming wave of jealousy, or maybe even anger, rush over me.

I don't know this human, why do I feel like this? why am I so upset?

lord diavolo had begun to introduce everyone, and I hadn't even noticed. I was too lost in my thoughts. maybe I should stop thinking.

▪︎MC POV▪︎

one lengthy introduction and explanation later I understand what's going on and I know names of the people in front of me. I still could not take my eyes off this gorgeous boy. This is so sappy, but holy shit he's breathtaking.

"So, are you being serious about the three realms? I always thought that was like a fairytale or something."

"That's expected. Yes, we are serious." A man with piercing red eyes, I now know as lucifer, spoke. He was also very intimidating.

"I'm sorry, but all of you are extremely scary." I chuckled nervously.

"Oh sweetie, please. how could I ever be scary!"

"Hello? is she awake?"

"Right on time, solomon!"

"MC this Solomon the other human exchange student."

"Hello, MC!"

"Hi."

"Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? you look so familiar.." I gasped.

"You used to visit the book shop I work at!" I said with a huge smile plastered on my face.

"Yes! You always recommended the best books. Maybe you could recommend more in the future?"

"for sure!"

"MC, Mammon will be giving you a tour of RAD and The House or Lamentation." Diavolo spoke.

"Wha-! Why me?!" Mammon spoke, earning a terrifying stare from lucifer.

"Just kidding! I would be honored!"

"MC, if he causes you any trouble, don't be afraid to report back to me."

"Yes, sir!"

"Wow, mammon. She just got here, and she already has better manners than you!" Leviathan spoke.

▪︎leviathan's POV▪︎

She giggled at my "joke", truthfully, it wasn't a joke. I was a thousand percent serious, but she laughed.

We were all dismissed by Diavolo after mammon and MC had left. I obviously went straight to my room. I changed into something more comfortable, I could not take one more second in that uniform. I was starving, so I started to make my way to the kitchen.

"Y'know you aren't that bad for a human!" mammon told MC. They seem to be getting along well.

mammon to distracted to notice me, so he walked into me.

"Oi! Watch it, Levi!"

"You bumped into me!" Mammon's eyes lit up as if he had the most incredible idea.

"You're right, Levi! I'm sorry!"

"On an unrelated note! Can you finish this tour for me? I'm so exhausted."

"Oh em gee, do you hate me that much?" MC said, giggling.

"Of course not!" he said, running away.

"Well, I guess I don't have a choice."

"Oh my gosh! You like TSL?"

she said, gesturing to my t-shirt.

▪︎MC'S POV▪︎

"O-oh yeah!" the boy said, rubbing his arm.

"I've been a fan for years!"

I started to zone out as the indigo-haired boy went on rambling about his favorite characters and favorite book. staring at his features, thankfully he didn't notice. I didn't mind his rambling. It helped me get to know him better.

"Oh yeah! the tour! sorry, I got distracted."

"No, that's okay. I only just now got into TSL, but you seem to know a lot. Maybe you can tell me more about it later?"

"I would love too- I mean, that would be cool!" he had the most beautiful smile.

"Where have you not seen? What's left of the tour?"

"Oh, uhm, I think I just need to see where I'm staying."

"ok cool! this way." Levi turned on his heels.

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"Right here!"

"Whoa, this room is really nice."

"It's all yours, I think lucifer said that you'll get all of your things back sometime this week."

"Thank you, levi!" I said smiling.

"No problem! I-I'm gonna get going, uhm, goodnight!"

He walked away before I could say anything.

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(if you find typos pls lmk thx lol :p)