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headsincloud9 · 10 months

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SMUT MINORS DNI

298. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night.

299. "Did...did we use protection?"

300. *wakes up, sees __ and screams'

301. "Good girl."

302. "Good boy."

303. "Come here."

304. "Can I tough you?"

305. "I'I guide your hands."

306. "Oh fuck me." "That's the plan."

307, "Open up."

308. "The night's still young."

309. "One more cheesy pick up line and I'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck you

front of everyone.

310. "If you try wearing that out, I will rip it off of you."

311. "How about I take you under the table right now with my fingers?"

312. "My parents are home!" "Then I guess you'll have to be quiet.

313. "I need you in every shape of the word. I need you emotionally, physically, and at th

exact moment, sexually too."

314. "So you're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

315. "I'm sorry - are you sure you-"

316. "I think you'll be happy to know I'm nit wearing any underwear."

317. "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?"

318, "You look good all soaking wet."

319. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

320, "If you're going to act like a littie brat, then I'm going to treat you like a littie brat."

321. "I don't care how good it feels, you better not cum until I tell you to."

322. "You take my fingers so well don't you?""

323. "Shut up and take your pants off."

324. "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

325. "Do you need me to finger you first?"

326. "Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"

327. "You better be quiet or everyone going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

328. "Maybe if I punish you, it'll help you remember who you belong to next time

329. "Do you want it on your back, or would you like to be on your stomach?"

330. "Oh honey, you know you really shouldn't tease me."

331. "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself,"

332. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

333, "H love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan

334. "Don't fight your orgasm. Just relax."

335. "Too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with you in my mouth."

336. "It's your fault I'm like this."

337. "You did this to me, now fix it."

338. "If you don't pump me now, I'll stuff my dick inside you. I don't care if it'l hurt."

339. "First you're going to get down on your knees, then you're going to taste me."

340, "Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me.

341. "Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back."

342. "I'm going to remember this moment when I'm jerking off later."

343. "| bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?"

344. "Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep your focus while I suck your cock."

345. "I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside me. Right now."

346. "I took a few sexy photos, so you have something to masturbate to when I'm at we

347. "Be rough with me. Blindfold me. Throw me against the wall, I can handle it."

348. "Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing up and down."

349. "Let's get drunk and have sex in the riskiest place we can find."

350. "Take off from work tomorrow. You'll be too sore to go in."

351. "Want to play some games at the arcade? Or should we stay home and play with eachother?"

352. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going to be yanking on it sc

353. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going, to be yanking on it so

354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together.

355. "You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever going to change."

356, "Help me put on the condom. I want to feel your hands over me."

357. "My body wants you as badly as my heart does.

358. "You have total and complete control over me."

359, "I can't believe how wet you are already."

360. "If I serenade you, will you strip for me?"

361. "1 looked at your naughty pictures at work today, and I couldn't get rid of my hard

362. "You're too flexible for your own good."

363. "Let's fuck in the shower so it feels like we're kissing in the rain."

364. "I can tell you're stressed. Let me fix that."

365. "I made you a bath. Want to take it together?"

366. "I bought us a new mattress, since we wore out the old one.

367. "If you keep fucking me this good, I'll marry you."

368. "1 just showered, but I don't mind taking a second one with you."

369, "We're the sexiest couple I've ever seen."

370, "I want you to be my wife, so I can do naughty things with you for the rest of my li

371. "You have a voice like an angel and a body I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wont get to see those pretty eyes."

372. You're the reason 1 smile so wide and come so hard.

373. I love that the sexlest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too.

374. Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine.

375. The only thing hotter than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile

376. You don't belong in my bed. You belong on magazine covers.

377. That guy was totally checking you out. Want to invite him home with us?

378. I can't believe I found a woman who can cook as good as she fucks. a devil."

379. "I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes."

380. "I love that the sexiest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too."

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vincent-sinclair-deserved-better · 1 year

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Characters: Cylas, Lester, Bo

Words: 2451

Content warnings: bullying, slut-shaming, victim-blaming, rape apologism, mentions of rape, (excessive?) violence, death, blood

-> I'll put extra breaks in the text for when the whole rape talk starts and ends

if there is anything I forgot, please let me klnow

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The sound of a car approaching ripped her from her thoughts. She turned off her music and looked up to see a dirty pickup truck driving down the road towards them. Cautiously, she stood up, patting her thighs to make sure her knives were in place. The truck came to a stop right by their wrecked car and an a little dishevelled looking man got out. He was taller than her – naturally, everyone was – and seemed as if he’d been doing physical labour recently, his shirt bearing some sweat stains and the little hair escaping from under his cap sticking to his skin.

She smiled to herself at the thought that she’d looked quite similar working in the garage on hot days, or helping out at the summer camp.

“Hey there, everything alright with you?” He said with a smile, staying by his car.

She scoffed. “Well, aside from the fact that the engine of that piece of polished scrap metal is probably cooked to hell and back, yeah.”

Some emotion she couldn’t quite place flickered across his face and she mentally smacked herself. “Sorry, I’m- it’s hot and I don’t have the best social skills so-”

This wasn’t getting better.

Before she could make even more of a fool of herself, the man interjected. “That’s alright, nothing to be sorry for. I’m not always great with people either. Anything I can do to help you?”

“Dunno, you carrying another engine around with you?” She joked, once again not thinking about how it might come across, but considering his chuckle he seemed to have gotten it. “I’m afraid I don’t, but there’s a mechanic in a town just up ahead. I could give you a lift there if you want.”

Ah, yes, the classic. Friendly stranger offers you a ride in the middle of nowhere. Cylas wasn’t a stranger to hitchhiking, and if she’d been alone, she would’ve agreed, however… if it hadn’t been for Ashley and the others she wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.

“Sure, I guess, could you just give me a hand with her?” She said, motioning towards Ashley’s sleeping form. The man walked around his truck and over to them, and she only realised now that he possibly hadn’t even noticed Ashley yet. “Oh damn, is your friend okay?”

“She’s not my friend.” Cylas said a little harsher than necessary and the man’s gazes snapped to her. “I mean- She'll be fine. Probably. We’re just travelling together; her actual friends left her behind. If I’d gone with them, Ashley here would still be sat cooking in the passenger seat.”

“Ah, okay. They sound…”

“Lovely?”

He snorted. “Well, that certainly is a way to put it. Did she have anything to drink?”

“Oh, she’s had plenty to drink last night and possibly throughout this day, just not exactly the hydrating kind of beverage.” Cylas replied. “Maybe if she wasn’t half-drunk, she’d be conscious enough that I could get some water in her, however… no such luck. And I’m not gonna force it.”

“Wait, you’re saying she’s been drunk? And her friends just… left her behind?”

She shrugged. “Yeah. Her boyfriend was the one to suggest it in the first place.”

The man looked at her seeming legitimately dumbfounded.

“You know what they say;” she continued, “With friends like that, you need no enemies. Anyway, while we’re talking about them, I suppose you haven’t come across a group of two guys and one girl wandering around here somewhere?”

“Can’t say I have.” He responded. “But if they followed the road, they might have arrived in Ambrose already. If not, we should see them.”

“Okay then, let’s stop dawdling and get moving. I feel like my brain’s fried. Or, well, even more so than usual.”

They could see Jackson, Tyler, and Stacy from afar, standing by the gas pumps with another person she assumed to be the mechanic, Bo. Before anyone had a chance to speak, Ashley marched up to the group and called, louder than necessary: “Where were you? Why did you leave me alone with that freak?”

Everyone’s attention snapped to her.

“Ashley, welcome back to the realm of the living and aware.” Stacy says with so much sarcasm Cylas was surprised it wasn’t directed at her.

“Sorry, Angel, we just didn’t want to disturb your sleep.” Jackson said, ever the smooth-talker. Cylas wanted to gag.

Ashley clearly was not comforted by this response though. “You left me! With… with her! She just jumped into the next best hillbilly’s truck and topok me with her! We could’ve been killed or raped or… or…”

At this point Ashley fell to her knees and started crying. Cylas almost wished she had been murdered, anything to avoid… whatever this was. She couldn’t believe she had voluntarily helped that girl.

Between sobs, Ashley somehow managed to get out how “dirty and disgusting” the guy had been, and that there had been “bones and animal parts everywhere”, and that he’d “stared at her boobs and legs”. Funny enough, staring didn’t seem to bother her when it was hot guys and jocks doing it, Cylas thought to herself. Plus, she hadn’t picked up on any of this supposed staring.

Stacy rolled her eyes. “Come on, get up, let’s get you inside. You’ve probably been in the sun too long, the heat destroyed whatever braincells you still had left.”

Ashley didn’t react to this – whether she didn’t want to or hadn’t even heard it Cylas didn’t know – but she allowed Stacy to pull her into the gas station without any resistance. The man who up until this point had only been watching silently, cleared his throat and took a step towards Cylas, holding out his hand for her.

“Hey, name’s Bo. You’re with these guys I guess?”

“Cylas. And, yeah.” She said, shaking his hand. “I stayed behind with Ashley cause she… wasn’t feeling so well. Then a guy, Lester, showed up, told us we could find a mechanic here, and offered to give us a lift.”

“And you just agreed?” Tyler said, looking at her like she was the most stupid person he’d ever seen.

She sneered at him. “Well, I got into a car with you, can’t get much worse than that.”

Bo, again, seemed to just be observing their interaction, until a loud crash sounded from inside the gas station. Cylas groaned. “For fuck’s sake, can’t they behave like decent human beings just once…”

“I’ll be right back.” Bo said, clenching jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, and headed inside – leaving Cylas alone with Tyler and Jackson. Immediately, the guys closed in on her, looking way too smug and self-assured for her taste. Deep breath in. And out. Everything would be fine.

“You really do that?” Tyler asked, unnecessarily. She knew they oinly wanted to hear her say it.

“Do what?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Get into some dirty hick’s car.”

“I did agree to Lester taking us here instead of waiting by the side of the road for however long you incompetent fuckfaces were gonna take. For all I knew you could have gotten lost. Again.” She snapped.

“Ooooh, Lester.” Jackson said, exaggerating the name. “And what did Lester have going for him? Did he give you attention? Look at you? Show… interest?”

Tyler laughed. “It’s like we said, she’d prolly jump on the next best hobo’s dick if they do as little as give her attention.”

Deep breath in. And out. In. And out. Breath into your belly, feel the way your hand rises and falls. Focus.

“Yeah, sure. And cause I’m so desperate, I turned you down.” She scoffed.

At that, Jackson tensed up. “You know that was only a dare, right? Just some guys messing around, trying to see who’d get you to crack? Good for you that you apparently know guys like us would never actually consider you worthy.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, mate.”

“Listen here, you arrogant little slut-” He started, hand reaching out to grab her arm, but before he could get too close, she had his wrist in an iron grip. “How many more times do I have to say it? Do. NOT. Fucking. Touch. Me.”

She let go of his arm and went to walk past him.

!!! TRIGGER WARNING: slut-shaming, victim-blaming, rape apologism !!!

“One day, you’ll run into someone who’ll teach you some manners, remind you of your fucking place. Feminism is fucking cancer and is ruining good women, giving y’all ideas that you’re better than you actually are.” Jackson called after her. “And that’s why all these bitches out there are getting murdered and raped. Getting too self-confident, thinking you own the world. Only reason anyone would be stupid enough to fly to another country and meet with a complete stranger.”

She froze.

“Oh, yeah, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” He continued, either unaware or ignorant of the way her shoulders tensed and she balled her hands into fists. Jackson let out a chuckle, walking up behind her. “You were probably hoping that guy who offered you a ride would actually ‘give you a ride’, take advantage of some poor little city girl.”

Breathe. Just breathe. Focus on your breathing.

“Guys know what y’all really want. You’re transparent, thinking you’re all mysterious and shit when every guy with half a brain can see right through you.” He said, close enough that she could feel his breath on her neck. Breathing. She wanted him to stop breathing. Hear him choke and sputter and- “Bet your sister knew what she was getting into, that it wasn’t just one guy she’d been chatting with. You know, some say she was even enjoying the drive there, drinking and taking the drugs voluntarily.”

Breathe in for four seconds. Hold four seconds. Breathe out four seconds. Repeat.

“And I’d bet my ass that the only reason you get so defensive about his whole shit is cause you’re jealous.”

There was blood collecting under her fingernails where they were digging into her palms.

“You’re jealous cause she can get all the attention, she can get all the hot guys. All that’s left for your ugly scarred ass are desperate old men and guys who just can’t get any. The scum.”

He needed to shut up she needed to make him shut up his blood on her hands and under her nails and-

“You always act all disgusted and shit, but way deep down inside you probably miss that guy who abducted you. The last one to actually want you, before you were ruined for everyone else. You’re probably hurt he grew bored and wanted to get rid of you. Hell, for all I know you mutilated yourself.”

END

He laughed. His voice so confident and condescending, she could basically see his smug smile without even turning around, his stupid smug expression in his stupid smug face that she wanted to bash into the next best solid object – a wall, a pillar, the freaking gas pumps – until there was blood and bone and brain matter and tissue everywhere, his face unrecognisable, she could literally feel the satisfying crunch of cartilage and bone being crushed against an even harder object, the way the skull started to give, everything getting softer, the squishing, the weird wet suction noise when you pulled the bloody, gory mess away from the surface-

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? FUCKING PSYCHO BITCH!”

She looked down at her blood-covered hand and forced herself to let go of what-used-to-be Jackson’s hair. Tyler was standing a couple feet away, staring at her with a mix or horror and hatred on his face.

“What, you’re not even gonna fucking say anything?” He yelled, voice shaky.

A grin spread across her face.

“What’s the issue, Tyler?” She said with an overly sweet voice, eyes wide in fake-hurt. “I can’t be violent, I can’t even get angry, don’t you know? I don’t have any anger issues, that’s what you all said, so everything is fine, right?”

He looked at her with disgust and undisguised fury. “You are sick. Completely fucking crazy.”

“I never claimed anything else.” She replied, still smiling, an image of innocence and purity if it hadn’t been for the front of her shirt and her sleeves being soaked in blood.

He pulled a knife, a pocket-knife she’d seen before when he’d used it to open beer bottles and play around. “I’ll fucking kill you. You’re dead. You won’t live for the police to arrive so you can fool them into taking pity on you.”

She sighed. “Well, quit talking and bring it on then. The mechanic and the girls are bound to have heard your stupid shouting.”

As expected, he charged at her. And she side-stepped. He didn’t trip and fall, but that didn’t matter. He still lost his balance, dropped the knife trying to stabilise himself – and once he turned around, he found himself slammed against the pillar next to the gas pump, her own knife buried in his torso, about navel height, and then cleanly slicing through his flesh up until she reached the sternum.

His blood poured out like a waterfall, and some wayward organs met the floor by her feet with a wet slap. She savoured the look of shock and confusion in his eyes, that strange indescribable emotion when they realised that they’d made a mistake, that, yes, she could, that she hadn’t been lying.

Only once his eyes had gone completely blank and empty, she dropped the body and stepped back. She was standing in a pool of blood, Tyler’s innards basically swimming in it, while his empty gaze was fixed onto some unknown spot above him. The gas pump was a mess, all kinds of stuff dripping down. What-used-to-be Jackson’s body was slumped against it, though you wouldn’t be able to recognise him. His smug smile was gone, completely annihilated.

She heard a noise from the direction of the gas station, like a choked sob, and looked up to see Stacy standing in the door, staring wide-eyed at the scene before her. She opened her mouth, presumably to scream, but before any noise could leave her, her body went limp and fell to the floor, face down. There was a single red dot that then started to spread and grow, blooming like a flower. Bo was staring at her. Not the bodies, or the blood. He was staring at her, their gazes locked onto each other.

Then, with no implication as to why, he turned around and went back inside. She furrowed her brows in confusion and only just so had time to feel someone coming up behind her before there was a stinging pain in her neck and everything went dark.

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these-are-the-first-steps · 1 year

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Here’s a random reylo ask for ya- did you ever have any theories/HCs early on in shipping reylo (cuz I believe you’ve said you were shipping since TFA) which you didn’t end up being into as much, or at all anymore as TST progressed?

Hello! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this.

Story Time

So I saw TFA the second day it came out. I left rather bewildered- one, because a new actor I'd never seen before in my life (adam driver) gave such an unorthodox performance I couldn't stop thinking "The fuck does this guy think he's doing???" namely the interrogation scene where I don't think any other actor would have, nor could have, played it the way he did. I'm still shocked by the choices he made with his line delivery in that scene but in the best way possible. It's hard to explain. Anyway, that's one. Two also goes back to that scene. In middle school, back with Tokyo Pop was big, they held their very first manga contest for us regular american people to try our hand at Japanese style manga. Well, I felt like I could write, and my good friend at the time (she still is- we keep in touch!) could draw like a crazy person. So we decided to try for it. The only problem was, being middle schoolers, motivation and scheduling wasn't our forte. I did manage to write a short script excerpt of a story that had been brewing in my head for awhile at the time, and while I think I did eventually hand it over to her (I was suffering from perfectionism), the art never happened. We tried again in high school but then high school angst got in the way and it still didn't happen. Regardless, I still now had the only real concrete piece of writing for this story I had been sitting on for a couple years now.

Eventually....well, time moved on.

Cue "Star Wars: The Force Awakens", a sequel film I was INCREDIBLY skeptical about. I'd been watching star wars my entire life. My dad took me as a little kid to the big deal re-screenings of the original trilogy they did nationwide before the prequels came out. I had a lot of Opinions on this movie series. I had just moved to NYC and was out for a walk when I passed by Bloomingdales and saw, a bit to my shock, that their store windows were full of (allegedly) screen-used costumes and props from the upcoming TFA movie. I crept closer, had a look. Han Solo was the only thing I recognized. The rest? Unfamiliar. Alien. I had seen zero promotional images for this movie before encountering these windows and had only heard some things. I made guesses as to what everything was, before rounding the corner and being confronted with an irrationally tall costume. "Oh, is this the darth vader rip-off? lmao" (the only thing I had concretely heard about). "This guy had to be on stilts surely??" Kylo Ren. Funny at first, but the longer I stared at it, I shit you not, the more unsettled I got. I actually got *scared* staring at this costume. I took one very poor, very shaky picture, and basically ran away. (I regret not taking a better photo but oh well). I run into an article the next day at work about the movie and it happens to have the trailer and I decide, sure, ok, I'll give it a watch. Those windows were interesting at least. I basically had my tickets bought by the end of the day. So here we are, back to the theatre, sitting here as this audacious actor delivers the most ballsy performance I've seen the whole film as he interrogates the heroine, and I listen to what he's saying, and then, it hits me.

This. Is my story. These are my lines. I wrote this exact same exchange in middle school.

What the fuck??

This meant a lot of things to me. This meant that I knew where this story was going, and where it was going I liked very much. I went back to see the movie again a second time about a week or two later. I had to be sure-- I wasn't just imposing what was already inside my brain all these years onto a totally different story on the screen, was I? I watched, and waited. And sure enough....no, no it had to be it. These two? I know exactly how this is going to go down.

A few months later I visited back home and even managed to dig through a box and find my old script. I read through it, sort of shaking a little. My heroine- Light- had also been captured- by the Dark- and the song and dance were the same- Where am I? Does it matter? I can see everything. I'm not giving you anything. A summary, and as some years have passed again I have lost the print out in a box again, but some of the dialogue was ver batum.

I knew exactly where this new star wars story was going because I already wrote the damn thing in middle school, word for word, and if you thought for one second I wasn't going to tune in and defend this arc, that I never managed to get published myself at 13, with swords and shields and knives for my own personal middle school catharsis then you were dead wrong, my friend.

This may have seemed like a very round-about way of answering this question, but I wanted to give context, substance, because all of this ^^^^^ up here? It defines, explicitly, why I'm even here to begin with, and why I fought so hard from day one. There was nothing to abandon, or question, or shed. Because I already knew this story by heart. I had already written it!! And I still think ants and DLF and JJ Abrams and Terrio and the rest of those bastards can pry it from my cold dead hands, because truly they butchered my baby and while I may live with that, I'll never forget it.

Thank you for the ask, friend.

#reylo #reylo stories

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charmixpower · 2 years

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Rewatching season 1 (and actually paying attention to Sky to figure out what the fuck everyone is talking about): Part 1

EP 1:

Bloom draws both landscapes and figure drawings and prefers working in pencil…Girl knows how smuding works, give me your power

What fucking hair cut it this, it's always bothered me ndejndns

Mike and Vanessa talk about trying to save up enough to get Bloom a scooter 🛵 😭 their trying their best y'all

Mitzi…babe…do you not have anything better to do? I stg this girl's only joy in life is being annoying at Bloom

Bloom: growls at Mitzi

Bloom: have :) :) a :) nice :) :) summer :) Mitzi :) :)

Bloom runs like she's never been outside before

The most important bitch in the magical dimension is here!!!!

Bloom seeing Stella incinerate some imps that could very well attack her: :0 wow……

Girl has never heard of a self preservation instinct

Stella calling herself the sun and moon fairy only for the moon part to be completely ignored 🤡🤡

When Knut charges Stella we get a close up of her eyes implying that she's about to do something before she is instantly tossed aside. This show has no clue what it's doing and I love it

Bloom: LET HER GO

Bloom: wait, fuck, I don't have a plan

Bloom is 80% impulsive decisions by volume

OH SHIT, she literally summons the great dragon to attack Knut….

Wait she literally summons the dragon, you can see it. How did no one put this together sooner??? Knut wouldn't bc he's not wearing his glasses…I guess Stella's a little busy being in danger

Stella: are you ok?

Bloom looking up at Stella bathed in sun light: oh no I'm bisexual

Stella says bc she has her scepter she's no longer scared and—Stella is clearly the best fighter of the girls in s1, and as a princess I doubt she has a battle tutor? What I'm saying is that she's self taught and only learned combat with her scepter

Stella's fairy outfit is so fucking cool right up until she's next to other people with far more detailed outfits….Stella first transformed very young and that's why her outfit is so comparatively plain, change my mind…oh I should totally incorporate that idea into the redesign nfjsjejej

Knut can teleport?????????? I thought ogres couldn't use magic?? Is he using an item?

God I love Stella's princess outfit so much

How the fuck did Bloom get Stella to her house??

Did the Trix just have a hunting troll around just in case

You know how Stella's hair thing looks like her scepter??? What if instead of a ring it was a hair piece??

Stella: fuck conversation, I'm going to ruin this man's house phone

"and I was forced to land here" Stella was teleporting yes? Does this mean her teleportation isn't actually teleportation but light speed travel that looks like teleportation??? If so that would be dope as fuck… Darcy must of been the one to attack her while she was trying to get to Magix

"Have you registered for the new program at Alfea castle?"

New?? Also Stella, babe, she just learned she was a fairy. Be nice fjejd

Stella fangirling over Bloom's art then instantly apologizing for being nosey 🥺🥺 Stella I love youuu

Stella final pose in her magic Winx is so cute, so much personality

STELLA FUCKING KICKED THE HUNTING TROLL I LOVE HER

I love how Mike was holding open the window for Vanessa and glaring down Knut when he looked at them!! These two are sweet

Rip the house jfc, also Stella hasn't taken out her scepter despite not 10 min ago her basically saying it helps her fight better

Brandon: WAKE THE FUCK UP ASSHOLES, STELLA JUST TEXTED ME

Timmy: it's two am

Brandon: did I ask???

Riven: I am going to strangle you in your sleep

Brandon: yeah yeah, death and destruction, your very scary Riven. She said theirs a troll to catch~ and an ogre~ who ever caught that would be super cool

Riven: fuck you, asshole. I'll get the ship ready

Brandon: so easy

Apparently Mitzi can hear this fight all the way in her upscale neighborhood, tell me how the cops haven't been called

My favorite part about this is that Riven's introduction is that he's instantly humiliated after being a cockly little bastard, like yes. Don't allow him to be cool for a second

Brandon is just sitting there like -_-

That dynamic has enegry unparalleled

Sky is the only one smart enough to have a shield

I love how Brandon was so busy being bored of how fucking stupid Riven is he forgot to actually fight, how did any of these idiots make it out of preschool

Dude….you fucking broke her parents back yard. Not cool man. Not cool

He's so irritating, I wanna throw s1 Riven into the dryer

"Of course you are, I'm never wrong." STELLA I LOVE YOU

I love how Brandon instantly is already low key flirting, sir, calm it the fuck down

THEY FUCKING TELEPORT AWAY??? WHEN DID THE GUYS EVER HAVE TELEPORTATION GADGETS??? WHAT THE FUCK

Do you think Riven got teased for being a cringe fail idiot when they got back??

Mike is v dedicated to protecting his daughter, love that for him

ALFEA DOES START IN THE SUMMER!!!!! That probably means they have all of winter off, with fall break instead of spring break. Idk how to feel abt this

Stella: they can't kick me out before I'm even back in

SO STELLA DOESN'T TRULY TELEPORT, SHE UTILIZES WORM HOLE LIKE THINGS

EP 2:

Alfea having a magic only barrier opens up so many plot holes. You'd think that the fact that Bloom could still enter Alfea after getting her powers stolen would be enough to tell her she still had them but no one mentions that. It also implies that every single specialist has magic which….ok, I can incorporate that into my belief system—but someone explain how the fucking rabbit can get in??

Why would Faragona want to keep nonmagical creatures out??

I love how Tecna is in the background of these shots :)) like the girlies are just around

Apparently the Princess of Calsito is so camera shy that no one would know that she isn't Bloom…. Help

"Budding young fairies, ugh, it's been so many centuries since I've been one of them." I wonder if her species has an exceptionally long life span or the more powerful a fairy is

"This school will be your home for the next five years" FIVE YEARS?! FIVE YEARS?! THIS SHOW HAS THREE SEASONS BEFORE THEY GRADUATE AND THEY AGE EXACTLY THREE YEARS WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PLOT HOLE IS THIS

I love how all the background characters are interesting enough that you can just put Musa, Flora, and Tecna in the background and have them not stuck out for being too interesting looking. Though their outfits tend to be brighter

How did they not just instantly fic the potions lab with an undo spell?

…. Alfea is the only school in the whole of Magix….Does she mean the planet, the city, or the dimension?

"be very careful, their are dangers lurking about. Stay away from the witches of cloud tower." This universe is so fucking dumb, their is a school where evil people learn to be evil and attack the other school from. Like the world building is on fire

This show loves zooming in on eyes

The princess of Calsito couldn't get a room to herself?

Flora ma'am I love you…they way she pets her plants

Tecna was standing right behind Bloom just to freak her out. Tecna's enegry is unparalleled. God I love Tecna shoes

OK BUT THEIR INTRODUCED IN THE ORDER OF: Bloom, Stella, Flora, Tecna, Musa, Aisha. WHICH IS BOTH THE BEST FRIENDS ORDER AND SEPARATES THEM BY TRIO

Tecna has a raspy voice…

"By the way, before you blow up your room, give us time to duck and cover" I love how Musa has a sense of humor, bby I love youuuuu

I love how Stella instantly responds with a joke to Tecna, she's so quick on her feet

I love Bloom's s1 pants so much

Bloom: what the fuck, this place doesn't have pizza???

Is Girselda ok??? Why are you stalking your students. I hate the writing of her character so much, I just want a nice teacher in a show ;-;

Ah Tecna was the one covering Bloomy's eyes when she first sees magix, I wonder why Tecna would do this

Musa: you sound disappointed

Bloom who wanted fantasy and got Sci-fi: ;-; bc I am

The fact that parking spaces use magic to work implies that every one has magic. I demand to see Riven cast a spell now

Why did Knut call Icy and not Darcy who's less likely to yell at him?

Bloom: My phone isn't working :((

Tecna: ??? Maybe because you stole it from a museum???

Bloom: :0

Bloom: ;-;

Tecna: oh God oh fuck, I've ruined another soical interaction

I love my autistic baby, she has no clue how a interaction is supposed to go

Bloomy why are you chasing Knut by yourself?? When your friends are right over there?? What are you planning on doing

What is even happening here? Can Darcy intrinsically sense when she's being watched? How does that even work

Bloom: I am a fairy >:(

Icy: your a freshmen

Icy and Darcy are just fucking around but Stormy puts real effort into attacking Bloom.... Girl is unhinged 💗

Icy is so damn dramatic

I love how Tenca is like, yes I so badass and cool, I'm going to do karate moves in my transformation. Please do not think about the fact that I've never thrown a punch in my life

I just realized they all do the two fingers hand over eachother thing.... I think they'd all agree to do that with eachother later but the need to reused animation

Musa's cd 😭😭

I love how Stella is so smart, girl said fuck this let's retreat

Stella is so gentle with Bloom when warming her up.....and she totally forgot about the others

Why didn't Stella teleport them directly back to Alfea?

Girselda be nice to the baby

Bloom instantly decides that their all besties and need a group name

Y'all have only known each other one day and they're already like "yeah, I'll base my whole magical identity on hanging out with you guys" fkjwndwn

Musa is trying to hard to be cool I love her

Winx is an amazing name Bloomy

BLOOM WHEN DID YOU MAKE THAT AND WHY DO YOU NEED A LOGO?!

Stella is so ready to support Bloom I'm in love

EP 3:

I love how the first three episodes are just the first two days

Stella didn't hesitate to check her hair when she got that mirror I love u girl

According to Stella Solaria doesn't have a intense worth ethnic and people tend to be chill. Good for them tbh, I'd imagine depression and anxiety rates are much lower on Solaria

"I want to become a real fairy! Successful! Beautiful! Powerful! And universally admired." Stella, your hpd is showing bestie "....of course I also want to do good things, like making people happy and bring estranged lovers back together. Starting with my parents."

Its my mental illness type and I GET TO PROJECT ON MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS

Amore and Stella would of been so much more interesting if they played on that line of her. Also Stella's parents were already estranged by s1 which probably means they've been divorced for a while

Stella's skirt becomes a pair of shorts at 4:17. They look cute ngl

Flora is here to learn and Stella is such an over familiar dork hitting Flora with a pillow

Bloom: that's the problem, I don't know what I'm doing here

Bloom you just found out magic existed, it's your first year, chill

Bro they just exclude the witches every year that's so rude

Fragonda: and as is tradition! I want free labor. You kids decorate

Out of all the Trix the fact that Darcy wants to crash the party and Stormy doesn't is weird...but I can see Stormy thinking school assigned chaos is boring and Darcy wanting perfectly controlled disaster

My baby was so excited to talk about her music that she ran in front of everyone to tell them about it and they all walked past her 😭😭😭

"and of course I refuse to go unnoticed" *points at Stella* SYMTOM!!! SYMTOM!!!!

MY SECOND FAVORITE STELLA DRESS!!!! (I said dress not outfit) AND MY FAVORITE TECNA DRESS!!!!

LOOK AT THEM!!!

Tecna is SUCH A DIVA and it looks so amazing on her. Tbh Tecna always looks amazing with her headgear, she needs more headgear

I also Love Love Musa's outfit (if me incorporating it into her Charmix constantly wasn't an indicator) she looks so cool. The colors are horrendous, but she really said imma wear pants and a off the shoulders shirt to this and anyone who has a problem can go fuck themselves. The only problems I have with the design of the outfit itself, except the saturation of the purple, is how the fuck that collar thing connects to her shirt. Like I like how the flare looks on her but how does this work??

Tecna: Guys? As if I care about that.

Musa: Then why are you dressed like an absolute diva??

Tenca: That's besides the point. You attend a ceremony, you dress accordingly

Tecna loves fashion for the sake of fashion confirmed

Also

Tecna 🤝 Aisha

Being implied to be wlw or aro before assigned boyfriend comes along

At least Nabu is a fun character without Aisha...can't say the same for someone else tho. Admittedly Nabu's introduction to the show and his plot reason to be around is trash tho

Flora.....girl...why are you stopping Stella from paying? Offend her what?

Bloom.....ask Stella for a dress from her closet 👀👀 ask her to help you tailor it 👀👀 you know you want to

Icy is the most teachers pet out of all the Trix.. what the fuck am I supposed to do with this information

IDIOT DUMBASS MORON SET HER FUCKING BED ON FIRE CUTTING A DRESS

Darcy: aw....enchanted little eggs....

She sounds genuinely enamored

Sky: I'm so happy to see you here

Bloom, seeing still panicked about the Trix: haha me too, have you seen Stella? There she is bye

Tecna has her own mental database

Fucking the guys are always wearing their uniforms this is a crime

I wanna see Brandon in a suit!!! I wanna see Riven stuffed into a suit!!! Sky. Timmy.

Musa: Flora... Bestie, you thinking what Im thinking?

Flora: :3

Flora: >:3

Brandon: um. What the fuck is going on. Can I be filled in?

Musa: don't worry your pretty little head

Bloom is acting like she doesn't know who would be trying to steal the ring

If Flora can see Bloom cornered...why did no one noticed the big ass fight

Musa was singled out to play something like it isn't her first day at school.... Faragonda what the fuck lady

Stormy has called Icy little sister

Ah yes... flying fixes vertigo

Bloom throws out death glares left and right in s1, love her

Why didn't they tell Bloom that the ring was swapped out before she got her ass kicked

Bloom shows up an hour late in a okay outfit and everybody clapped...main characteritius

Did Flora really give a baby animal to a murderous woman?? She's so lucky that this is a kids show

Bro, Sky is so excited to flirt with Bloom and they haven't even had a full conversation yet. The railroading of the relationships in this show is powerful

EP 4:

"Don't use magic!" "Listen to the voice of nature which is a inherently magical trait" I'm going feral

I love how all the girls instantly follow Flora

"Oh yes dear~ all this mud is so very inconvenient." Musa do be making pot shots at Stella, huh?

The Sky/Brandon thing is so weird.... Imagine calling your own name to get your besties attention

They must both turn around whenever either of their names are called

Riven: I am going to be the most annoying person on their air craft

He's having fun flying the ship 🥺 he's lucky I can't smack his idiot self from behind this screen

Flora: You guys ok?

Riven: isn't it rather obvious??

Musa: OMG THAT ONE, I WANT THAT ONE. THE ONE WITH THE EMOTIONAL ISSUES RIGHT THERE, I WANT THAT ONE

Look at her adorable little face, she thinks she can fix him

Someone please get this girl some therepy. Riven too. Then, and only then, can you two kiss

What the fuck does Musa see in him? Ask her collection of bad boy romance novels and her Lana del Rey playlist

WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS CROWD OF EXTRAS COME FROM

Tecna: You guys let the troll fucking escape?!

Brandon: ah yes, the giant hole in the ship was because we let the troll walk out

Riven at all times is overcompensating for both his paranoia, low self-esteem, and compete inability to read a fucking social cue. Which leads him to be the dumbest motherfucker alive

Riven is way too smug for how idiotic he is. You all have already fucked up majorly. Just take the L, it will be less embarrassing

Riven....go take multiple seats before someone sets you on fire with their mind. You do realize your fucking with people who can set people on fire with their minds right?

Riven you defensive little asshole

LMAO Brandon playing translator for their pet idiot

OMG THE FUCKING CROWD OF EXTRAS IS BACK, WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE AND WHY ARE YOU HERE

"we can do this on our own!" Says the fairy in the middle of an assignment where their not allowed to use magic....girl what the fuck do you think I'd going to happen. Just threaten to set Riven on fire like a normal person

Flora bby just goes along with the others 😭

Tecna was the only one who could figure out they were attacked, she is the only bitch here that has a brain

Musa: the silence is erie

Musa, babe, their are near constant bird sound effects being played

I love how Tecna is genuinely getting annoyed by this nature shit

The fact that Bloom is leading everyone with the voice of nature and not Flora is definitely a choice (derogatory)

Timmy you are so fucking stupid, can you not HEAR the bird sounds? Do you think that their are no animals in swamps??? I'm going to attack you

Stella is a fucking idiot on par with the guys, this is amazing

Thank you Flora. Riven needs to live long enough to become a better person and kiss Musa, and Brandon isn't allowed to die under any circumstances

Riven.....Riven.....you are the stupidest motherfucker I've ever had the displeasure of seeing. I stg some of the shit he says makes no damn sense. Like??? Yeah don't stick around the people who know where their going and know the types of evil plants your going to encounter. I'm sure you'll make it very far. How did you make it past preschool

S1 Riven was just an asshole to be an asshole, huh??

I can fix you*

(*make your motives and assholerly more senseical and maybe tone it down a bit in some places so Musa at least has a reason to think your a good person underneath all that)

Riven....one day your going to get punched. But also why is Timmy here?? In a military school?? If he can't do physical things?? Like?? How did he make it into the school??? Bc he's implied to fucking suck at everything physical

(Actually my mom talked about people joining the military when they couldn't do a push up and how she was always paired up with them in basic training because she was the best. She hated thoese people for getting her remedial)

Sky is acting like he's never been around Riven's bitchass before

Thank you for protecting Timmy's honor tho, I'm sure he will appreciate it once Brandon digs him out of the mud

Remember when Brandon called the shots and Sky had to listen to him?????????? Tbh Brandon's ablity to communicate and excellently read soical ques and interpret people would make him a MUCH better leader

LMAO BYE BYE RIVEN 🤣 I love how he doesn't shut up until Brandon tells him to

I love how Tecna decides when something is fact. She, and only she, is the arbiter of Truth

This shows romance is run by the Subway masters with how fucking rigidity it sticks to it's tracks

Tecna did not fucking HESITATE to grab Riven's bitch ass. We Stan (1) logical queen

PFF also Riven falling in after just being the worst at Timmy is fucking hilarious

Sky's season one hair is like

send help, he looks like someone's teenage daugter

Thoese girls are so rude and for what?? You are all students. Riven being a bitch doesn't excuse this kind of nonsense

Bro Riven will just say anything won't he

Sir you have attached too much personal stake in your ego, please go to therepy before it crashes all around you and you have a mental break down

Sky: we're not specialists :(( were a bunch of rookies

Water is wet, fire it hot Sky. Your a freshmen

First opinion gained on Sky: he is a nice dude

Sky: the only thing we do really well together is argue

No that's just Riven

Timmy I appreciate you for yelling at Riven's bitch ass he deserves it

Ok but Riven laughing with Brandon after Timmy yells at them.... finally some good fucking food

Oh god the Tecna/Timmy rail road has begun. None of you people are good enough for Tecna. None of you deserve Tecna

Stormy and Darcy being anxious while Icy is annoyed with them

Dose it count if they got a ride? And who the FUCK fixed the ship

Musa will see Riven being a surly asshole and go "is anyone going to try and fix that?" And not wait for an answer

This teacher was watching them.... which means he saw his students get attacked by the troll..DUDE WHAT THE FUCK

These teachers are all fucked

Timmy: I finally feel like part of a group

Riven is still the fucking worst guys, I don't know if you forget

Brandon: haha, noo. Don't keep calling me prince. It's not like it makes me deeply uncomfortable

Stella's bed is so gorgeous, a bitch needs everything to be perfect

"good night Sky"

GIRL YOU'VE KNOWN HIM FOR LIKE THREE DAYS PLEASE CHILL

EP 5:

Why does Alfea has kitchen duty??? I would never trust these children with a kitchen

Bloom as an only child has never cooked before. As an only child, can confirm. I also can't cook

Their all so mean to Stella but I can't blame them, she fucking ditched

Musa: a guy who knows you and still wants to date you?

Goddamn Musa, I get that you think your not like other girls, but please chill the fuck out

Also Musa says this like she doesn't have a crush on RIVEN

Girl this house is made of really nice glass, will you please stop throwing rocks around

I love how picking out clothes is a group activitie 🥺 yess, their girlies

Flora would wear all black on a date??? Why haven't we seen this?!

Stella: I designed it!

Musa: in the dark

Goddamn

Why the fuck did Bloom ask if Brandon was taking Sky on his date, girlie are you ok?

Bloom getting offended that Stella called "Brandon" "Sky"'s servant. "He's his assistant! Theirs a difference!" He's actually a squire which is closer to protege, bc Winx club has no clue how words work, and his job is more bodyguard. So your wrong on both fronts. Also when did Bloom get this idea? Was Sky so uppy about being seen as a servant that he told her to day this??

Musa fucking STRUGGLING to lift Stella's jewelry box.....Stella has abs confirmed

Tecna: my plot senses are tingling

This is why I wouldn't put a bunch of stupid teenagers, who can't pay attention for shit, in charge of dinner for a whole school. Someone is going to end up with food poisoning

Musa is so fucking grumpy that Stella gets to go on a date

SHES LITERALLY FUCKING POUTING HELP

Imagine after Rivusa gets together Musa is doing this and looking super cute and kissable and Riven kisses her until she forgets why she was mad bc she's so fucking cute in this image and deserves kisses

Tecna: I've not been programed for dating

You have two wolves inside of you

One says Tecna is aromantic

The other has been completely convinced by s2-3 Tecna being adorable that she's allo ace

Your a fucking idiot

Darcy, for being a witch of darkness, mind, disguise, and other related things, your shit at pretending to be people

PHIL?!

Musa favorite part of Alfea was lab class and that's why she's constantly coming for Stella's throat....That and maybe she's a little jealous that Stella can fuck up that bad and stay in school while Musa is on scholarship? I need an explanation for this

Darcy when the fuck did you have time to change into Stella's usual clothes

Bloom, seeing that Stella's magic was a dark purple: Ohhh FUCK, that's not Stella

Musa may go for Stella's throat constantly but she's number one "let's kill 'Sky' for hurting Stella"

RIVEN IS SO DAMN IRRITATING. No one was talking to you sweetie, go somewhere and think about what you've done

Remember when Sky had a dog? Yeah me too

Tecna: this kinda of perseverance isn't good Bloom

Bloom: neither are your electronic gadgets

Bloom is so mad about the idea that Tecna thinks she's smarter than her

The Trix are so fucking dramatic

The girls should easily be able to tell that that isn't Stella. Stella's magic isn't purple

Tecna is so ready to save Bloom and Flora

Why haven't they all transformed?!

"but that's not Stella! She has no powers without her ring"

And yet she didn't use her ring at all in the second fight with Knut. Plot holes abound

Darcy you are so fucking terrible at this

You dramatic ass hoes

STELLA NO!!! YOU FUCKING LET HER GO RIGHT NOW DARCY

Stella bb it's all gonna be ok

"I'm really sorry. The witches tricked me"

I am going to start sobbing, the first thing Stella does is apologize to her friends for being kiddnapped 😭 Stella bb nooo

I love how Tecna and Musa are like "oh FUCK NO. Well kick your ass, save Stella AND keep the ring" when they all got their ass kicked the last time they fought the Trix

STELLA BABY ARE YOU OK?!

Tenca, pissed as fuck: We could of beaten them

She says, like their last altercation wasn't nearly a murder if Stella hadn't teleported them away

She's so fucking angry about Bloom giving the Trix Stella ring, Tecna wanted blood

Tenca: your not the boss >:(

Bloom: I'm Stella's bestie and I had the ring sooo

Flora supporting Bloomy, ty ty

#winx club #winx season 1 #winx musa #winx riven #winx stella #winx bloom #winx flora #winx tecna #winx brandon #winx sky #winx timmy #rus chatters #winx trix #winx icy #winx darcy #winx stormy #rus liveblogs

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hurlumerlu · 2 years

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Also throwing critrole s3 at you for the fandom ask thing, I wanna hear your opinions

thank youuuuu (though given the recent spoilers I kinda feel like you just gently placed a landmine at my feet)

The first character I fell in love with: I mean, Ashton ? I just saw their character art and immediately went "oh shit" because I'm easy like that, but I also really loved their introduction so I was on board with them from the start.

A character that I used to love/like but now do not: FCG I guess ? But it happened pretty fast.

A ship that I used to love/like but now do not: RIP Orym/Bertrand you could have been something, if only in my head.

My ultimate favorite character: right now it's Chetney, I feel like there's so much to explore with him, and it's always nice seeing Travis flex his sense of comedic timing.

Prettiest character: Imogen.

My most hated character: I don't hate anyone yet ? maybe that will change next monday.

My OTP: I still don't have any, but I ship Ashton with literally everyone but FCG and Imogen, and Fearne with everyone but Orym.

My NOTP: way too strong a word, but I don't jive with Orym/Dorian. Idk, I just don't feel it.

Favorite episode: Heart to Heartmoore : so many good late-night conversations ! Absolutely love it.

Saddest death: Well. I guess I'll tell you next monday ? (it will probably be orym's)

Favorite season: Loved the whole Heartmoor mini-arc to bits.

Least favorite season: The whole thing with Yu should have been super exciting but for some reason it didn't work for me ? Same with Fearne's parents, and since the two are linked I guess this is my least favorite mini-arc.

Character that everyone else in the fandom love, but I hate: I don't hate them, and I don't think everyone in the fandom love them, but I mostly dislike FCG. Like, I love Sam's jokes, but I find FCG irritating a lot of the time. But then, it was the same for Scanlan when I first watched Cr1. (also I'm. very ambivalent about the Greenseekers. and a bit surprised that the fandom latched onto them like that)

My "you're a piece of trash, but you're still a fave" fave: Miss Jiana Hexum please call me back <3 <3 <3

My "beautiful cinamon roll who deserved better than this" fave: no clue ! None of them are cinamon rolls and I can't think of a NPC who fits the bill.

My "this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul but I still love it" ship: hahaha so. Fearne/Birdie is a thing. that I wondered about. I wouldn't say I love it though, it's more of an idle thought.

My "they're kind of cute, and I low-key ship them, but I'm not too invested in them" ship: pretty much everyone still ? I'm gonna say Laudna/Asthon because while I think the ship has a lot of potential, I'm still more interested in Laudna/Imogen.

aaaand that's it ! I do feel like the fact that I had a truly hard time answering many of these questions at like, episode 32, tells something about the show, but I'm still not sure wether it's a bug or a feature (would love your take on that btw). I'm still curious to see where things go, but that may change with episode 33 and the next. We'll see !

#critical role #ask game

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SCREAM QUEEN Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Stu Macher x reader x Billy Loomis

Okay so basically let’s just cut to the chase, the main character “(y/n)” is Sidney Prescott’s little step sister, yeah? Well what happens when she takes Sid’s place as the final girl? A whole lot.

Disclaimer: this follows the movie very closely with little change other than the reader insert portions, so like I’m not trying to be like “Oh yeah this is all me” bc it’s not (RIP Wes Craven 😔🙏🏻🕊⚰️)

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Epilogue

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Previous Chapter / Master List

It's been what, about a year? I still have these bone chilling dreams about the boys. One minute we'll be close watching a movie like Friday the 13th, Pieces, Maniac, or even Sleepaway Camp. The next I'll hear the phone ring. Quickly I'll say, "I'll get it," and move myself off the couch leaving a space between the boys. The person on the line will say, "Hello (y/n), it's been a while," instantly I could recognize it as Ghostface. Looking back at the couch the boys would be gone, no trace of them ever there. "Who is this?" I'll ask, even though I know the answer all too well. I'd hear a laugh on the other line before being yanked back into someone's arms. Looking at who it is I'll be filled with dread just seeing the masked killer as they raise the knife over their head. Suddenly I'm being pulled away by a blood covered Billy saying, "We have to get help!" When I look back for the murderer we stop at a door...

Looking forward I'll see ghostface yet again but this time he's taking off the mask to reveal himself as Billy looking in my direction with that crazed Kubrick Stare. "We all go a little mad sometimes," he says before raising a gun that barely misses me. That's when I realize it's not me he's aiming for. The person he does shoot changes every time, for instance, it could be; Sidney, Tatum, Casey, Steve, or even Principal Himbry... but they say the same thing each time, "Save me (y/n)," before they bleed out on the floor. Next thing I knew both Billy and Stu come charging at me, tossing me to the ground. They'll hold me down as they run the Buck 120 all along my body. They shout nonsensical things in my face. And when one of them raises the knife above their head and plunge it into my body, everything just goes white.

"Hey, earth to (y/n)?" I hear Randy call me from the counter.

"Hm? What's up?" I asked, snapping my head in his direction leaving my thoughts behind.

"You've been staring at the shelf for almost fifteen minutes," He complains

"Guess there's just too good of a selection?" I said with a false smile and a shrug.

"Yeah sure, just up and pick a movie already," Randy said, rolling his eyes.

"Jeez did anyone ever tell you that patience is a virtue?" I laughed out as I snatch up a copy of Amityville Horror.

"Still staying away from slasher?" Randy asks, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"Yeah, they just remind me too much of that night..." I said, look down and scratching my arm.

"Anyways...What are you and your dad gonna do tonight?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"Hmm? Oh Neil just wanted to stay in and watch some movies, maybe order some pizza?"

"He adopted you over half a year ago, start calling him Dad for once!" Randy said, cackling at his own words.

"Yeah yeah whatever, see ya later!" I shouted as I left the store.

So much has happened since October of last year. The day after 'That Night' Neil told me he didn't want me or my mom to ever be scared again...so he married my mom and adopted me. None of us see it as replacing Sid, my father, or even Sid's mom, if anything we see it as a better way to remember them and keep them close to our hearts. The town held a mass memorial for all of the victims. The individual funerals were hell. I just wanted to say goodbye to my friends but there were reporters and news vans at every turn.

It's never been the same after I, not only lost Tatum and Sindey but also... Stu and Billy. I get it, I shouldn't have anywhere near a soft spot for those two but I do. I don't excuse anything they did because it tore apart almost everything that made me happy in the world. That doesn't mean I don't see why they did it. Billy was hurt and driven mentally insane once his mother abandoned him due to the affair. And Stu, oh god I can't imagine what Billy did to force him to participate in the killing spree with him. Does that excuse their actions? No. Do I still miss the boys they used to be? Absolutely yes.

I like to think that had they not run away on 'That Night' they would've been sentenced but also would've been able to get the psychiatric help they really needed.

"Neil, I'm home!" I shouted as I opened the door. No response.

Mom was out on a business trip so I already knew she wouldn't be home.

"Neil?" I called out again, suspicion rising in my voice. No response again.

"Are you here?" I asked, looking around the living room, the kitchen, upstairs in his room, Sid's room, my room, every room in the house.

"Neil?!" I called out again this time with frantic breathing and hot tears itching at my skin.

"Oh woah, woah, kiddo it's okay!" Neil came from around the corner running to me.

"I thought- I thought you were gone! That they took you! Where were you?!" I asked, clinging to his sleeves and he pulled me into a hug.

"Shh shh, I was in the garage working on the car Kiddo," He said as he rocked me back and forth.

"I already lost Sid and Tatum... I don't want to lose you too, Dad," I said as I thought back to how I found Sid and Tatum at Stu's house.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm okay, we're okay," He softly said, trying to calm me down.

"Ya know what, you got a letter on the counter, looks like it might be from a family member, go take a look," Neil said as he ruffled my hair.

Going downstairs I look on the kitchen counter, sure enough there's an envelope with neat and somewhat familiar handwriting. Huh no return address, I thought to myself. I'm careful not to rip the paper as I open the envelope. As I looked inside I saw a few polaroids and a folded paper inside. Taking the polaroids out ran my blood cold. One of them was a picture Mrs. Riley took of Sid, Tatum, and I from our final sleepover. The next was of our group at the fountain, all of us, but Sid and Tatum's faces were crossed out and small Ghostface stickers were placed over Billy and Stu's. The last two were pictures of me, Stu, and Billy on Stu's couch at one of our movie nights. Placing the pictures down I look at the paper... on the folded front said; To: (y/n), from: Yours Truly. The letter itself said;

Dear (y/n),

It's been a while. We've really missed you. How's your mom, oh and Neil? We just wanted to check in and let you know we're doing fine after you killed us. Or well, almost killed us. You're wondering how we're still alive, Right?

Well for starters, that knife? It was a retractable prop, a bit of a let down since you didn't actually get to stab Stu, right? Then that gun, we switched out Dwight's bullets for blanks while you ran to his car. Really explains how Randy lived. You most likely knew that already. Also when you kick someone against a coffee table, you should really check their pulse next time.

We hope you haven't gotten too comfortable thinking we're gone for good because trust us baby, we're not.

P.S. you should pick up the phone.

Sincerely,

Yours Truly

Just as I finished reading the letter I heard a ringing from the telephone in the lounge area where Sidney got the call the night we were attacked. Cautiously I walked over to it, fear in my chest making my heart race and my palms sweat. "Hello?" I asked, swallowing nothing out of pure nervousness.

"Hello, (y/n), miss me?" Asked an all too familiar raspy off pitched voice.

"Oh shit."

#scream #scream fanfiction #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #billy x reader x stu #ghostface x reader #ghostface #slashers #slashers x reader

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2jaeh · 3 years

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THREE DAYS I LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing.

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend.

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship.

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue.

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots.

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different.

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now.

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job.

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel.

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume.

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys.

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys.

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip.

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically.

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him.

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach.

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle.

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running.

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care.

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it.

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face.

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside” you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.”

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway.

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him.

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you”

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him.

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you.

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist.

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit.

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator.

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple.

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent.

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms.

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.”

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend.

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time.

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in.

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman.

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end.

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention.

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher.

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table.

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip.

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before.

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night.

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this.

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips.

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?”

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more.

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded.

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you.

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously.

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat.

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after.

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours.

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair.

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile.

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest.

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

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btsxmalereaders · 3 years

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Valentine's Special Prompt Game ♡

Prompt: Secret Admirer/Admitting a crush

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,2k (you can't blame me, Changbin is my bias)

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The tap of a pencil against the table is the only thing you can hear for the past half-hour, along with your sighs and the paper sliding from side to side when you don't know what to write.

You were having second thoughts about this, but you're already finishing the letter, anyway. When the door of the studio opens, you quickly fold it and hide it in the pocket of your jeans.

"That line in the coffee shop was a nightmare," Chan says as he closes the door and places a cup in front of you. "Here's your tea."

"Thank you, hyung." You murmur with a smile, grabbing the drink between your hands and taking a sip.

Chan taps a key on his laptop and the music starts playing through the speakers. "So, what did you do while I was buying the drinks?"

"Uhm nothing, spinning on this chair and waiting for you to come."

He squints at you, humming for a second. "And what was that thing you hid in your pocket when I entered the studio?"

"Ugh, seriously, hyung?" You groan.

"You can't hide anything from me." He sweetly laughs. "What is it? A song?"

"N-no."

His intense gaze fixed on you made it so hard for you to keep a straight face; your cheeks turning red and your eyes staring a suddenly interesting wire behind the laptop.

He moves closer to you in an attempt to face you and make you feel nervous enough for you to confess, but you avoid his gaze olympically.

"Is it about Changbin, isn't it?"

This time to turn to him so quick that you feel a tug on your neck. "Seriously?! How did you- you know what? Forget it."

He starts laughing as you roll your eyes at him. "I'm guessing you're planning on confessing soon, maybe?"

"Yes," You confirm in a monotonous tone. "Don't make fun of me. You know I've been crushing on him for years."

"Everyone has noticed, yes." He says to piss you off more, to which you hit his thigh, making him laugh again. "Ah, stop! I'm kidding! Look, it's cute. You're giving him that letter today?"

"That's the plan, but I'm a wuss. So it may not happen today, or anytime soon."

"Mmm, you should do it. What can go wrong?"

"Oh, that's true! How didn't I think about that before? As if he couldn't reject me and potentially ruin our friendship!"

"Alright, I get it. But you know him, probably more that any of us does, and he wouldn't just push you away."

"I just don't want to make things awkward between us if he doesn't feel the same." You say, pouting. "I'll think about it. Now let me hear that song you've been working on."

Chris doesn't seem convinced at all but decides to not speak about it if you didn't want to. For the next hour you listen to music and give him your opinion on whatever he needed, vibing and enjoying the melodies, and then Jisung and Changbin enter the studio after knocking the door a couple of times.

Immediately you feel nervous but try to act cool, chatting with them about whatever crossed your minds and laughing out loud.

At some point, when everyone is silent, Chan looks at you and tilts his head, pointing at Changbin for a second while they're busy on their phones. Probably meant to drag Jisung with him and leave you alone with Changbin, but you deny with your head. You couldn't do it.

"Alright, I have to work on my project so I better leave." You stand up, getting their attention. Chan only sighs. "See you later! Good luck with the song."

They say goodbye, and you wave at them before exiting the room without knowing Changbin would silently follow you. You make your way to the elevator without looking back and making a stop in front of the trash can to throw your empty cup of tea and hesitantly taking the letter on your pocket to finally sigh and throw it too. You officially gave up.

Changbin sees you as you keep walking and turn in the hallway to the exit, debating whether he should or shouldn't take a look at what you just threw away. It must be something bad to make you sigh and look hopeless.

He decides to take a look, grabbing the kind of wrinkled lilac paper and unfolding it to find his name on the first line, taking him off guard. Changbin reads the lines in which you tried to let him know your feelings for him, making his heart beat uncontrollably in the act.

His hands are shaking now, finishing reading all those sweet words to him and making him blush. By the time he's done he knows he must go look for you.

As you sit down in front of your laptop to start working, the thought of confessing to your best friend comes to mind again. You bang your head against the desk and groan, repeating to yourself that throwing the idea aside was the best. That there was no way he could reciprocate your feelings.

A few minutes later the bell rings and you stand up a little confused, walking to the door to only find Changbin when you open it. You don't know what to say.

"May I come in?" He shyly asks with a smile, to which you step aside and close the door behind you once he's in your living room, standing up.

"Hey, what brings you here? Did, uh, did something happen at the studio?"

He could tell you were nervous by the way you moved; sliding your fingers through the strands of your hair and crossing your leg. He found that cute.

"Well, since you left so unexpectedly I followed you here because I wanted to invite you to ice skate with Hyunjin, Jeongin and I the next week. I forgot to ask you while we were at the studio."

"Oh," You say, kind of disappointed. "Yes, of course. But you could've just sent me a text, silly."

"Yeah, but I also wanted to ask about this." He says as he takes your letter from his pocket.

You quickly try to take it from him but he's quicker, hiding it again, preventing you from taking it and probably rip it in pieces.

"What- wait, how did you get that?" You desperately ask since he's grinning. "Hey! It's not funny. Give me that!"

"Why would I do that? Isn't it for me?"

You gasp in belief, "You didn't! You read the whole thing?"

He doesn't answer, instead he keeps the big smile on his face, seeing you cover yours behind your hands in embarrassment.

"If you just came here to make me feel embarrassed you can leave now."

Changbin takes you by your wrists to put your hands away and hugs you tight, and you just let yourself be held like this in the middle of the confusion settling.

"You should've told me sooner, you know?" He softly whispers to your ear and steps back a little to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose. The expression on your face makes him chuckle. "Silly. I really like you too."

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wonglix · 4 years

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➺ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

⤷ y/n x jeno (+ best friend!renjun)

⤷ you and jeno have been endlessly flirting with each other for months now, neither of you taking the next step of officially asking the other out - and it’s driving everyone around you insane. imagine renjun’s frustration when he gets stuck in a broken elevator with you two lovebirds for hours on end.

⤷ fluff

⤷ 2.0k words

⤷ warning: cursing

"y/n, you're here to visit me, your best friend, not that little loverboy of yours," renjun groaned after you asked him if jeno was around somewhere as well. a small chuckle blew past your lips, and you lightly smack renjun's arm, the boy looking at you with an unamused expression. "he's not my lover boy, injun." he looks at you with raised brows, "but you wish he were, and that's the point you thirsty little shit." you gasp, both of you bursting out in laughter. renjun wasn't wrong, quite the opposite actually: it's clear to most people at first glance that you and jeno are very much interested in each other. no one knows why you two don't just finally start dating; the constant shy glances and flirty conversations getting on everyone's nerves.

"are you two ever going to get together or am i damned to listen to your stupid flirting for eternity?" renjun mumbles out between bites of watermelon, the teasing smirk on his lips aggravating you only the slightest bit. you let out a hum while thinking about it, the question making you think for a bit. shrugging you look at renjun, "honestly? i don't know. i guess we both enjoy the chase. what if it gets weird between us once we start dating you know?" renjun nods and seems to seriously think about what you said, a small sigh leaving him, "you've known renjun for as long as i have, i'm pretty sure you two would fit together quite well," he chomps down on another piece of melon, giving you some time to think about his words. "also, i'm pretty sure the two of you wouldn't turn down other people if it really was about the chase."

you furrow your brows in confusion and renjun takes it as his cue to elaborate, "there were a few people that asked jeno out, and he turned down all of them. well, and you turned down those two guys from your history class too, didn't you? i'm pretty sure if the two of you only enjoyed a good chase, you wouldn't turn down people to mingle with. you two genuinely like each other, i'm sure of that. and as much as the two of you flirting annoys me, i just want you to be happy," renjun finishes, leaning over to steal a few pieces of melon from you. it's like renjun opened your eyes for you, the realisation that you're genuinely, completely, absolutely infatuated with lee jeno making your ears burn up.

renjun chuckles at the redness of your ears and the look of realisation on your face, "now you only need your loverboy to realise the same thing." you blink at him, and suddenly you feel helpless; it has been so easy to enjoy your back and forth with jeno, the flirty remarks and teasing touches always were easy to reciprocate, but now? now that you were aware of the weight of your feelings for him you felt like you've wasted so much time just idling about, so much time you maybe could've already spent in his arms.

renjun had stolen the rest of your fruits at this point, but you couldn't find it in you to care - your fingers were itching with excitement at the prospect of seeing jeno, the thought of spending any more time apart from him making your head spin. luckily for you, you agreed to a movie night with the rest of the dreamies. while you were on your way to the elevator to head to the dorms, you were trying to come up with a smooth way to open up about your feelings to jeno. renjun was rambling on about something you didn't really pay attention to, thoughts of jeno clouding your mind.

it's like fate decided to play cupid for the day because right there in the elevator was standing jeno, the surprised smile on his face quickly turning into a flirtatious one once he spotted you. "well hello there, precious. going up or down?" renjun let's out a whine, pushing past you to get into the elevator. "listen, i don't care what you two do once we're at the dorms, but please, please spare me until then. i don't think i'll survive that disgusting flirtatious bullshit." jeno snorts at that, throwing his arm around renjun's shoulder while you're getting in the elevator, pressing the button to get all of you to the ground floor.

"would you rather i flirt with you, jun?" jeno's voice was disgustingly sweet, and renjun shoved him away from himself, both you and jeno bursting out in small giggles. renjun grumbles annoyed and presses the button, the doors of the elevator closing smoothly. the elevator barely started moving when it stopped abruptly, the lights flickering above you. the three of you stayed silent for a second; waiting for the elevator to start moving again. it didn't.

"uhm..." jeno started, not really knowing what to say. turning to renjun you let out a shaky breath, "what do we do now?" renjun shrugged before experimentally pressing the emergency button, a loud sound ringing through the small lift. it took a few seconds until a voice spoke up, inquiring about the emergency. "yeah, uhm, we're stuck in the elevator." the lady on the other end hummed, faint typing being heard in the background. "alright, there's good news, and there's bad news. the good news is, don't worry, you're safe. don't panic and just sit it out until emergency services arrive," her voice was calm and comforting, though what she said next did anything but comfort you, "the bad news is that it's probably going to take a few hours until you're going to get out of there." it was silent for a second, jeno suddenly piping up, "a few hours? isn't there a janitor or something that can let us out?" the lady sighed, "no, i'm sorry. it's a bit more complicated than that. there's nothing we can do, so i suggest you get comfortable in the meantime. i'll make sure to contact the company that there are three people stuck in the elevator."

here you were, sitting on the elevator floor next to renjun, jeno sitting across from you. you had been talking about whatever came to mind for the past hour, the three of you slowly running out of topics to discuss. "i can't believe we're stuck," you whined for the approximately sixth time, head buried in your hands. "well, at least i'm here. it'd probably be even better without jun, like some prolonged game of seven minutes in heaven." jeno snorted at his own remark, renjun only grumbling out a small "more like hell."

after endless rounds of rock-paper-scissors and somewhat passionate discussions about whether water is indeed wet or not (which it isn't), the three of you reached a point of silence. it wasn't uncomfortable, but you wouldn't call it comfortable either - you were kind of just sitting there, and you were slowly starting to drift off. your head fell onto renjun's shoulder, renjun shifting a bit to make it a bit more comfortable to you, the boy already had gotten used to it over all this time as your best friend.

judging by the deep frow on jeno's face, he didn't seem to know that things like that were quite common for you and renjun. you were long gone at that point, sleep tugging on your conscience and dragging you into a deep slumber while renjun had to hold back from snickering at jeno's unhappy expression.

jeno was nearly burning holes through renjun at this point, "are you really jealous even though you two aren't even dating?" renjun had a teasing grin etched onto his face, jeno not being able to answer in more than a few stammers for a second. "w-what?" renjun snorted at the reaction, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"cmon, id be dead if looks could kill jeno. it's clear you two like each other so please just get it over with, i can't deal with two lovesick idiots at once." jeno was about to protest renjun's teasing until the words registered in his mind. "wait, two lovesick idiots?"

renjun can't help but let out an annoyed groan, "oh please! you can't tell me you're that dense, the two of you are so in love with each other its actually disgusting," you let out a whine when renjun gestures with his arms wildly, the movement momentarily ripping you out of your slumber.

jeno's silent for a bit, his gaze focused on you and your sleeping face; if there's anyone that should know how you're feeling, it should be renjun, right? jeno gulps, his gaze drifting back to renjun, "and...and how should i go about it? just, i don't know, ask them out or-" "YES!" renjun couldn't take it anymore; no one was leaving this elevator until the two of you finally sorted your feelings for each other out.

you're startled awake by renjun's outburst, tired eyes looking around in confusion. your eyes meet jeno's, and he feels his heartbeat ring in his ears, cheeks heating up and without much thought, without any plan on how exactly to go about it, jeno suddenly blurts out: "i like you, y/n."

confusion and sleep were still clouding your mind, so your first reaction was to stutter a bit, a frown on your face. "y-you- you what?" renjun sat next to you awkwardly, his eyes drifting back and forth between you and his friend. jeno cleared his throat, his nerves making his throat dry up, "i-i like you, and-...uhm, and i'm pretty sure you like me too."

you blink at him, a soft blush spreading on your cheeks; the sudden confession catching you off guard. you're stunned into silence, your brain still not working on its full capacity. "come on, answer him. don't make him wait, that's just cruel," renjun chimes suddenly in like some sort of referee, making you blush even more.

"uhm, y-yeah. i do, i like you too, jeno." you spluttered out, renjun mumbling a small "finally" you decided to ignore. jeno suddenly breaks out in the brightest smile you've ever seen and leans forward, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you over to his side. "now you can sleep on me, where you belong."

"guys please, i got you together so please stop with the disgusting flirt talk or whatever this is supposed to be. please, until we're out of here, i beg you," renjun whined at the two of you, jeno grinning triumphantly as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

"jun, come on. did you expect us to stop once we're dating?" "we're dating?" your teasing made the cocky look on jeno's face drop, big eyes looking back at you in confusion. "uhm, yeah? i thought you know since we both-"

jeno was just too cute for his own good at that moment, so you lean forward and interrupt his defensive rambling with a soft kiss to his lips. it shuts him up and makes renjun let out a disgusted groan, small giggles escaping you. "i was joking, jeno."

the boy lets out a sigh of relief at that, elbowing you lightly, "don't play with my feelings like that!" giggling you nuzzle further into his side, "never, jeno."

it took another two hours until you were finally rescued, renjun letting out a giant sigh of relief after finally being able to leave the two of you alone. it's understandable; the poor boy had to listen to you and jeno's new-couple-talk for the last hours, the sweet compliments and cute giggles making him want to throw up. instead of joining the others for the planned movie night, you and jeno decided - to renjun's delight - to retreat into his room to spend some time together and finally take each other up on the flirtatious comments you've thrown at each other for the past months.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 08 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

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As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Something In The Woods...

To say you're pissed is an understatement. A storm is passing by, which brought a heavy summer rain over Hawkins. And since the pool is closed when it's raining, you called Billy, inviting him over for lunch. But minutes later Monica called you to say that the manager wants to make a training session on first aid with all the lifeguards. As if you didn't know. You, as did everyone, had to go through a test before getting the job.

It's impressing to know that you wouldn't be so mad if you didn't have plans with Billy. So you make sure to close the meeting room door with a loud thud when you get in, muttering good morning to everyone before sitting beside Billy in the back.

“So much for that lunch date.” He says.

“It wasn't a date,” you tell him. “I just wanted to make a lasagna and since my aunt had to go to the clinic, I thought you'd like to join me.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a sassy look. Of course you wanted to spend time with him, and this rainy day would make it perfect...

“Doesn't Diane get tired of driving all the way to Indianapolis? It's a two-hour drive.”

“Diane loves driving. And she owns the clinic so she can pretty much make her own schedules.” You feel when your leg touches his. “Why do we have to do this training thing? As if we didn't know how to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.”

“Anthony is a dick.” He mumbles as the manager starts talking. But you don't plan to pay attention. Billy suddenly pulls your chair closer, so it's glued to his. He then puts an arm around your shoulders. “Better.”

Rolling your eyes, you pretend to listen to the long speech Anthony gives. It goes on for two hours, and you can't help but make funny comments with Billy, as he holds back the laughs, what makes the manager give you both angry stares. When the training is done, Anthony says that those who were supposed to be working today will have to stay. Which is great because it means you.

“I swear to God I'll report Anthony,” Monica complains, sitting beside you and Billy by the pool, your legs on the water. The rain stopped, but the heavy clouds are promising that more is to come. “May I sit here or will you guys make out?”

“I'm down for it if she is,” Billy smirks.

“Of course you can sit here, Mon.” You elbow him, rolling your eyes. “How's Christopher?” You decide to change the subject and tease her instead.

“He gave me this.” She shows her hand, which has a ring on it. “It's nothing but... It means something to us.”

The sweet smile on her lips brings joy to your heart. It's no doubt they're in love with each other. You wonder if you'll be attending to their weeding someday.

Your hand comes to the necklace Billy made you, which you've been wearing every day. As you feel Monica's ring has a secret meaning, known only by her and Christopher, this necklace has a secret meaning too. You give Billy a quick glance, just to check if he's wearing his. And you smile to see he is. Your stomach burns when your eyes meet, and you look away.

“You look very good together,” Mon says, gesturing at you and Billy.

“I know,” Billy says, and you can hear the cocky smile through his voice.

You elbow him again, a little harder, and you laugh at the exaggerated groan he makes. “I–” You're cut off because you're suddenly lifted and thrown in the water. You sink right before pushing yourself up again. “You idiot!” You throw water at him, and Monica moves away

“Oh, he got ya,” Mon yells in between her laughs.

“I hate you!” Using both his knees as a support, you push yourself up, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him into the water too. You're aware he actually pushed himself because you wouldn't be able to pull him all by yourself. But you ignore it, slapping him lightly and throwing water on him.

He does the same, but soon enough he starts pulling you close. You're a breathless mess, trying to swim away from him. But, obviously, you slowly surrender, allowing him to hold you. “We should get out. Anthony won't like it.”

“As you wish, princess.” He won't push you. That much is clear.

At the end of the day, you're walking to your cars under light rain. You invited Billy for dinner since lunch was ruined by Anthony and all the small amount of power he let get to his head being the manager. He gives you a glance when you part ways. “What?”

“Come in my car.”

“But I have to drive this baby home.” You gesture at your car, walking backwards.

“Why don't you let me pick you up and drive you home from now on? Save up some gas.” It's so stupid how his smile makes you blush even from afar.

“What about your gas, Hargrove?” You ask as you get into the car. “Let's get going. That lasagna won't make itself.” Winking at him, you speed away, determined to get to your place before he does.

He does make a mess on the road since he was quick to follow that you were trying to outrun him. The dark clouds are making the night crawl in faster, and it's getting dark soon. Eventually, you both get stuck on the same red light, and you take a look at him through the review mirror. You're growing closer, way too close, but you're trying not to think about it too much. You're enjoying it, taking in all the moments you share.

You still can't force yourself to kiss him... It would make you go way too deep in this, head first, and you think you need some more time. But it doesn't mean it's not torture when he stands too close. It's a freaking war against yourself to step away. That's the big decision you've been avoiding.

Taking a deep breath, you look at your right, at the woods. This road is one of your favorites because it cuts through the forest, and you have the trees surrounding you from both sides. It looks beautiful, even through the darkness. You would certainly get lost in there. Guess you'll still need some time for that too, to get used and learn your way through Hawkins woods. A smile comes to your lips when you see something moving, among the trees. A deer, maybe. You know there are deers here. Squinting your eyes, you try to see it better, to find out what it really is. Most of its body is hidden behind a thick tree, and when it moves, slowly, you can see the head. You're suddenly taken aback because that's not a deer. It bolts away, further into the woods. A strange sensation builds up in your core. But you push it down. There must be several wild animals here, and that must be one of them... It looks more like a dog, a strange dog because its skin looked weird, naked. Sticky, even.

You're dragged out of your thoughts when Billy's speeds pass you, blasting the horns. Rolling your eyes, you set in motion too.

Billy gets to your house first, waiting by the front door with a smirk on his face. “You won the battle, Hargrove, not the war,” you say, unlocking the door and stepping in. “I saw something in the woods back there, by the way.”

“Another squirrel?”

“No, it was bigger.” You move to the kitchen and he follows you. “I thought it could be a deer but the head was shaped differently. And it looked like the fur was ripped off.”

As you start getting what you'll need for the lasagna, you wait for him to say anything. But he doesn't, so you turn to look at him. Billy is frozen, by the table, his eyes with a blank expression, suddenly glued to the floor. You've never seen him like this, worried as if there was an imminent danger around you right now. “Billy? Are you ok?” You walk over him, taking his hand. He takes a deep breath before looking at you, his eyes softening.

“Yes, I just remembered the accident. Not a very pleasant memory.”

“Well, try to relax.” You pull the chair and gestures for him to sit down, and when he does, you start trying to massage his shoulders. By what he told you, Billy had a rough life, and you hate to see how sad he gets when a bad memory hits. You like him, so very much, that you just want to make him feel better. “I suck at this, hope I'm not hurting you.”

“Uhm...” He grabs your arms and pulls you suddenly, making you bend over until both your arms are around his neck, your face is next to his. “But this is much better.”

“Jerk,” you mutter, standing back up and going to the kitchen counter. “Now come help me.”

“Immediately, ma'am.”

“So... You kept your promise,” you say, avoiding his eyes. “You've been wearing your piece.” You gesture at the earring.

“I told you I would.” He moves closer, a hand taking the earring that's around your neck. “I'm glad to see you're using your piece to, princess.”

“Stop calling me that, Billy,” you say in a low voice. The name makes you so damn nervous, and the tone he uses only makes it worse. It's low, calming... And it feels like it burns right through you.

“Why? I know you like it.”

“I–” You're interrupted by the front door being open, and Diane's light voice greeting you.

The night goes on pretty nicely. Your aunt gives you some space, only joining you for dinner. When Billy goes home, it's almost eleven. But in the next three days, the summer storm keeps the pool closed, and lucky for you, one of the days was your day off. So you went to his place, spend all day there, doing literally nothing, just laying on the couch and talking.

All the time you spend with him is never enough. You always have to go back home, and when you do, you're missing him already. You usually wake up holding the pillow and imagining how it would feel like to lay on his chest and fall asleep beside him...

Today, the storm finally was blown away, and it looks like the sun is angry for being hid for days because it's so damn hot. You've never seen the pool so crowded, and you've been walking around all day, looking out for the kids. You're drained out after lunch, and despite trying to stay on your chair, you can't. A five years old kid slipped and fell into the water, and you had to pick him up. Thankfully, he was well and resumed playing in seconds. But the sun is being rough on you today, and the heat is so much worse. Even in the shadow, you feel it like you're in a damn oven.

“(Y/N). Drink some water.” Billy hands you a bottle and you take a sip. “Have more. You're a little pale today.”

“Yeah, this place is overflowing. Half of Hawkins is here.” You tell him, eyes still scanning through the sea of people. “I need you to go back to your chair, please. The kids are crazy today, Billy, help me out.” You touch his shoulder, using his body as a support for a few seconds. “If you yell, they'll obey.”

“Alright, but drink some water every once in a while, ok?”

“Alright.” You let go of him, offering a small smile when he worriedly looks down at you.

You start pacing around again, warning the kids over and over again not to run. Your head is killing you, like the sun is hitting you with a freaking hammer. And you're so damn tired already, but the people just keep coming, diving and yelling. You're usually happy to see them having fun, but today you're beaten up as if you were hit by a car this morning. The ground bellows your feet starts moving, and you have to use the wall to regain your balance. Your throat is dry, but the cafeteria is on the other side of the pools and you're way too exhausted to walk all the way there. You decide to just head back to the chair to rest a bit.

You see white dots on your sight as you walk, struggling to move on a straight line, using one of your hands blocking the sun from your eyes. When you finally reach your chair, you breathe out in relief. You're about to push yourself up when you lose your strength, lowering your body until you're sitting on the ground.

“Are you ok?” Someone asks, and you see her figure kneeling by your side.

You nod, trying to get back up, but your body doesn't seem to work. You close your eyes shut when everything spins around, and then it just goes black.

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overlyimmersed · 3 years

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Nightmares and Daydreams

A Gravity Falls AU.

Hi @verysorrytobother Stanticore anon, revealing my true identity to share this with you! I wasn’t sure how a post this long would go over as an ask, so I decided to do it this way. I hope this is ok.

I’ve been working on this for a while and I hope it goes over well enough. The artwork took me the most time.

As a car crash victim is slowly dying, her mental self panics in the mindscape. She's offered a deal to save her life. Let the game begin.

(Content warnings: Blood. Descriptions of serious injuries.)

"What..." she whispered to herself, staring at the other in disbelief.

"Yep!" he confirms, in a high-pitched, grating, inappropriately upbeat tone, "Dead as a doornail, kid!- Well technically you still have a few more seconds till you brain totally ceases to function. Better make up your mind while you still have one!"

She's still staring dumbly at him. How can he be this nonchalant about it?! A half second ago she was sitting in the front seat of the family truck, a totally routine trip to the store- she never liked trucks but her dad's a carpenter so they need the hauling space. At least it's a pretty shade of blue- and the next she's here, laying face down in a black void with this prick this- this...All Seeing Eye? He's like the Illuminati symbol, but with arms and legs and a top hat. Caution sign yellow and talking to her- or at her. Bill. Freaking. Cipher. Every time he 'speaks' he flashes with light- no mouth so does it really count as speaking? More like his voice is being projected right into her mind- ... And he's telling her that she freakin died! Can't he see how messed up this is?! Can't he sympathize at all!? Then again, it's Bill. She ought to know better.

She ought to know better. She's seen this show a hundred times, she knows nothing good comes from dealing with Cipher. But she doesn't have time to be careful, she doesn't have the luxury of weighing options.

"Tick-tock, Car Wreck!" The obnoxious voice insists again, forcing her out of her stupor, his outstretched hand now alight with blue fire.

Her face scrunches up in a loud cringe, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared, and she swings her hand till it lands solidly in his. Crazed cackling resounds as the deal is struck, but it falls to simple soundtrack as her senses try to sort out what's going on.

She'd expected the blue fire to burn, or at least feel like something, but it didn't. Instead her entire being is flung into a...whirl? Free fall? Something that makes her stomach jump into her throat, and gives her vertigo.

The sensation stops suddenly, only to be replaced by a cacophony of new perceptions. She isn't sure which strikes her first, the sounds or the smell. Shrieks of agony and terror make up the next track of this bizarre playlist, punctuated by the reek of burnt hair. When her eyes fly open to try and make sense of it all, they have no luck. The sight that meets her is a sky of surreal, swirling, bastardized ribbons of every hue, like being inside a filthy bubble. Floating strewn about the space are pockmarked asteroids, and little else.

"So what'd ya think?" The grating voice rejoins the discord, drawing her shell-shocked gaze. "Home-sweet-home, huh? Well don't worry, you won't be here for very long. A deal's a deal, Car Wreck." With that que, and a snap of his fingers, she's falling again. This time untethered and unaccompanied. It takes her a moment to realize the scream ripping though the void is coming from her own throat. Once it hits her, so does something else, and the world goes black.

She wakes some time later, maybe moments maybe days. She has no way of knowing. She pushes herself onto her hands and knees, groggy and disoriented. It takes her a moment to notice the texture under her hands and focus her vision on it. It's grass. She sits up and looks around. "oh..." she says to herself, taking in the scenery. It's lovely, a grassy, sun soaked field. The sky made of churning colors like the last place she'd been, but they're pastel and much prettier. A warm breeze brushes past her face and she takes a deep breath of it, it smells sweet and warm, heavy with the scent of growing things, and for the first time since this started she finds some peace. Peace which is quickly shattered by a familiar, grating voice.

She jumps and whirls around so quick she falls onto her butt. There, floating just inches from where her head had been, is Bill. Laughing at her of course.

"Whoops! Didn't mean to scare you there, Car Wreck!" he claims, moving through the air to look around, then turning back around to look at her. "So how do you like the new digs?"

There's a beat of silence where she just stares at him again, but quickly she shakes off the shock and tries to respond. "Uh...It's nice." She lets her eyes roam around for a second, before returning to Bill, "Where are we?"

"This is the Realm of Daydreams! Your new HQ!" he answers, floating around behind her and making a grand gesture with his arms.

She turns her head to follow him, "Daydreams? HQ?"

"Yep! This is where you'll hang out when you're not puppeting your little pawns." He turns around to look at the scenery more himself. "Kinda dull if you ask me. Maybe you can do something about that!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you know, some pillars of anguish, an alter of unholy fire, maybe a blood fountain or a couple of-" he gestures with each suggestion, like a landscaper creating a vision, until she cuts him off.

"No I mean," she finally pushes herself to a stand, teetering a little till she finds her balance. "Pawns?"

He turns back to her, "Oh yeah, which ones do you want anyway?" he waits a beat for an answer, but she just stares back at him, clearly not following. "Ugh, our deal?"

He hadn't really told her what the deal was, just mentioned a game and a second chance. "Uhh, I don't think you-"

"Oh right, you flesh bags need everything explained to you." he groans, rolling his eye, "Alright, here's the deal. We're gonna play a little game," he holds out his hand and a little hologram like projection appears showing an aerial view of a town. "and the people of this hick town are gonna be the pieces." ten little blue stick figures appear in the center of town, each with a little symbol above it's head. "If you win, you rejoin the land of the living!" a little magenta stick figure pops into existence next to the others and they all do a little happy dance. "If I win..." suddenly the whole projection goes up in flames, and she jerks her head back instinctively, "You burn with rest of those worthless mortals!" He bursts into a fit of maniacal laughter, which actually gives her some times to recover.

After a second of shocked staring, she blinks a few times then puts on as neutral an expression as she can. "Ok. So what are the rules?"

"Simple!" he answers, cutting off his laughter "We can't directly manipulate each other's pawns, and we can't interfere with the other's powers."

"That's it?"

"Yep. Everything else is fair game"

"Ok...What are my powers?"

"Same as mine! Except you don't have to wait till someone falls asleep to get in their head."

"I see..." her eyes wander to the ground as she contemplates the information, and her hand reaches for the longest of her three necklaces to idly play with the spiked pendant. "So you can talk to them in dreams, and I can talk to them in daydreams."

"Bingo!"

She scrunches her nose a little, thinking of a few ways that could end up being annoying. "Alright, anything else I need to know?"

"Hmm, nope! That just about covers it. All that's left is to pick our pawns, I'll even let you go first!" And with that ten, glowing, blue symbols appear between them. She looks them over carefully, she knows who each symbol corresponds to- supposing the cartoon from her world is accurate. She considers the six-fingered hand, if she takes him out of Bill's control from the start that derails his whole plan as she knows it. But, then she'll have no clue what's up to at all, at least by letting Bill have the pawns she's familiar with she has a chance at guessing his moves. She reaches forward and touches the shooting star, it turns magenta and floats to hover closer to her.

"Interesting." Bill comments, though his tone doesn't sound very interested, as he makes a simple motion with his eye and the six-fingered hand settles beside him. She chooses the fish looking symbol next, and Bill's second choice in the pine tree. They go back and forth till they have five symbols each, Bill having the the six-fingered hand, the pine tree, the llama, the stitched heart, and the pentagram. While she has the shooting star, the fish, the bag of ice, the spectacles, and the question mark.

"Welp, that settles that. Nice picks you made there, lets hope they work out for ya, Car Wreck"

"Could you not call me that?" though it hardly sounds like a request.

"And what else should I call you?" Bill asks, collecting his symbols into one hand and placing the other on his...hip?

"How about my name? It's Maranwe."

"But Car Wreck fits you so much better! Just take a look!" he quips, snapping a full-length mirror into existence. Maranwe turns to look and gasps in horror. Bill breaks out into more cackling, "Well my work here is done! I'll let you get cleaned up, see ya around Car Wreck!" And with that he fades from existence.

Maranwe just stares, even as Bill disappears from 'her' realm, she can only stare at her destroyed refection. Her hair is messy- and she almost laughs that that's what her brain zeros in on first-, It's also dirty, some of the mess is actual dirt but several spots are matted with half-dry blood. Her face is in a similar condition, smeared with dirt and blood but she can see the wounds there. Scrapes and still oozing cuts, bruises forming on one cheek bone and under her eyes. Her nose isn't quite right...broken probably. Her vision skims over her whole body for a second, making note of similar injuries where tears in her clothes reveal them. It's not as bad as she would expect a car crash victim to look- "except for that" Her mind screams suddenly while all her mouth can do is gasp, as her attention lands dizzyingly on her neck. It's...purple, but also red? There's no spilled blood but it still looks ugly, and the worst part is the...bump. It's not hard to figure out that it's a misaligned bone. Without the pain to tell her she never would have noticed, her neck is broken. Very broken. How is she holding her head up right... Probably because this isn't actually a physical body. She wonders if this is what killed her, or if there's something inside, something she can't see, that did the trick.

Whatever it is, she can't be seen like this. And she really really doesn't want to look like this for her own sake. Bill said she could 'clean herself up'? How exactly... She thinks about how Bill's powers tend to work and tries to concentrate on a cleaner, less beat up mental image of herself. She lifts her hand to her cheek and grazes her finger tips across it, a trail of sparkles follow the touch and the skin underneath returns to normal. She relaxes a little, watching the disaster wipe off her face like cheap make-up. She keeps the image in her mind and closes her eyes, cupping her hands in front of herself and imagining the sparkles pooling in them. Then she splashes the sparkles over he face, like a girl in a face wash commercial, and imagines the glittering dust washing over her entire body, cleaning away the mess and injuries. And when she opens her eyes, that's exactly what's happened. Her reflection shows her whole and unwounded, even her clothes are fixed.

The next thing she does is smooth her hair down, mostly an instinct since it's still messy, and the sparkles trail after her hands, tidying the strands as if she'd just brushed them. She watches her reflection's mouth quirk up a little in a small smirk. So she can just change what she looks like by imagining it? That figures, this is a place of daydreams that's kind of how they work. She knows exactly what to do with this, she's known since she was a kid what she's change if she could. She places the backs of her hands next to her ears and flicks up, sparkles spray up with the motion and her normal human ears, turn to wolf ears the fur the same chocolate brown as her hair. Her smirk blooms into a full blown smile, and she tilts her head to get a better look at them, watching them move as she tests them. It's like they're real! Next is the tail of course, it's mostly brown, with some silver down the top and a black tip. Then she looks down, and taps the toe of each of her shoes against the ground in turn, as she does they become the compressed paws of her own design.

"That's insane..." she laughs to herself. She's actually turning herself into something else, her own made up alien species. And she just can! With the big changes out of the way she works out the details; pupil shape, fang length, and straightens out a few asymmetries and insecurities she's always had about her body- after all why not? When she's done, she can't help admiring herself a little, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, her perfect image of herself. Well- almost perfect. She snaps her fingers and in the same dusting of glitter, her shirt changes. What was before a loose grey t-shirt with the word "nope" written across it in cursive, as been replaced by a cropped sweater, banded in 3 colors; white at the top, then light blue, then dark blue. She lifts it to look at the crop top under neither, it's just plain white. She decides she doesn't like it that way, so it changes to a cropped version of the t-shirt she'd had before. With that taken care of she lifts her arm so the over-sized sleeve falls down and she can see her forearm, which is covered by a light blue arm warmer with white lace around the edges. Perfect. At least for now. She can change later if she decides she doesn't like the arm warmers.

She giggles to herself, invigorated by the makeover and the sense of control she has now. She turns from the mirror and skips a few feet across the grass, the symbols she'd chosen follow her, floating loosely like beads suspended in gel. She laughs a little as she watches them, and idly reaches for her necklace again, but this time her hand just meets the soft knit of her sweater. She'd forgotten to add them into this new look, so she just wills them into place; three different necklaces of three different lengths. Her hand finds the middle length first, the pendant is designed to spin so she plays with it while her mind starts to wander. She starts thinking of plans for winning this game, what she might say to each other 'pawns' and who to use where and how, even letter her thoughts wonder about the new life she'll have. Cipher's hologram suggested she'll stay in Gravity Falls, which would be cool but what about-

The sound of screeching tires and twisting metal cuts her thoughts off clean and she whips around to find the source of the noise, but her fear turns to confusion when she sees...nothing. She stands stock still, her mind running over only vague impressions of thoughts relating to what she just heard, until another loud sound whips her back around. This time she actually sees something, like a huge firework in the pastel oil-slick sky, accompanied by Bill's obnoxious voice echoing through the space.

"Let the game begin!"

#I was on anon at first because I have ungodly amounts of social anxiety #gravity falls #gravity falls au #NM&DD #Nightmares and Daydreams #creative writing #?#fanfiction #fanfic #gravity falls fanfiction #Bill Cypher #gravity falls OC #now I'm gonna go die of embarrassment #I don't really consider myself a writer #i'm more of the drawing sort of artist #so I hope at least the pictures are good #someone please let me know if the cryptograms are illegible in that font #I'll post a translation if they're too hard to read

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theficplug · 4 years

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself.

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.”

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head.

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door.

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you.

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows.

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door.

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then, he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door.

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.”

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes.

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

---

Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea.

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation.

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower.

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower.

---

A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed.

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you.

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together.

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging.

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik.

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie.

After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates.

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head.

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup. " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her.

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

---

Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe.

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on.

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities.

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind.

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you.

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip.

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest. I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in.

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him.

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter.

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips.

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art.

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra.

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder.

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently.

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it.

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head.

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him.

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever.

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you.

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment.

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey.

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped.

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month.

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it.

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them.

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet. You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking.

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home.

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright.

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off.

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-"

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first.

----

"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again.

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever.

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly.

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long.

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to balance himself.

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips.

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there.

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts.

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you .

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips, it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him.

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you.

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below.

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing.

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you.

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him.

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly.

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply.

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms.

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing.

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression.

"I know. I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-"

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you.

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it.

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer.

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.

----

You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again.

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess.

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room.

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit.

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around.

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you.

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go"

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go.

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you.

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

---

"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to a car that clearly wasn't from this area.

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat.

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car.

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding away.

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un-beel-ievable · 3 years

Note

(There is a crimson letter within your ask box, want to take a peek?)

(The handwriting inside the letter is neat and stylish, yet the words seem to come from a more blunt tone.)

(There is also a small drawing of a sunflower, messily sketched upon a ripped-off piece of paper.)

"Hey there, kitten.

Finally found a way to talk with you more, though it surprises me that it took this long. Guess my commissions from the guild were stretching me thin. That, and I've been busy raid-diving Domains for the perfect rings for us. Only the prettiest jewels for my precious treasures, but their worth in Mora is nothing compared to you and the pretty boy. (Don't tell him that I wrote that, he'll bother me about it the next time he visit Mond.)

But enough about me and my job, how are you? Are you eating well? Did you tried to blow up the camp kitchen again in an attempt to cook some noodles? Oh wait, I know that you definitely did. Pretty boy rambled all about it to me in his previous letter.

Here I thought that you knew better, kitten. We placed down the rules for a reason, you know? Don't even think to complain too, missy. I know you too much. I'll send a care package with your favorite dishes next time, including some cakes that you like. Also, don't eat the cakes before dinner, I will ask pretty boy to guard them if it's necessary.

.. Love you, kitten. Been a bit lonely since you and pretty boy left for some Fatui business in Inazuma. Wish that I'd would tag along too, heard that Inazuma is pretty similar to Japan. Make sure to send over some photos for me, yeah? (And if pretty boy is being a little shit again, just bribe him with kisses from me. I'll allow just this once.)

Stay safe for me, or else I'll chase you 'til the ends of this world and beyond just to make you behave.

Forever yours and forever mine,

Akamiya Ren."

[The envelope that the original sender receives in response is a pale pastel pink and edged with a pattern of sakura blossoms in a gorgeous rose gold hue. Its contents include a note written in neat print and a series of photographs: one of an Inazuman style shrine surrounded by cats, one of a certain Fatui Harbinger falling head first off a dock, and another of said Harbinger (on solid ground this time) with his arms around a petite girl.]

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝓴𝓪𝓶𝓲𝔂𝓪,

I must admit that when I first skimmed through the contents of your letter, I was shocked by the revelation that Ajax is actually literate. Even on a good day, his handwriting is so illegible that he could have convinced me otherwise.

But I digress. I refuse to speak of Ajax for longer than absolutely necessary —you and I both know that he doesn't deserve the honor. (Don't argue my point, Akamiya. You know that if we give an inch he'll take a mile; even as I write this, he's reading over my shoulder and whining.) Your letter finds me well enough. While there may have been...some truth to the incident which occurred in the camp's kitchen, I assure you that for the most part, I got away unharmed. The burn on my forearm will heal quickly enough. I appreciate your offer of a care package, but you needn't trouble yourself, you know (even though I know that's not going to stop you from sending me a parcel anyway) —you do too much for me and Ajax as is.

As per your request, I've attached a couple of polaroids. There's one of Ajax falling off the docks of Inazuma, and one of the Asase Shrine on Seirai Island. The head priestess is a cat, Akamiya! Can you believe it? The whole shrine is overrun with cats! It's so amazing here. Don't tell Ajax, I know I'll never hear the end of it if you do...but I wish you were here with us. It's not the same without you.

A-Anyway! If you have the gall to be telling me to behave, then you better be taking care of yourself! When Ajax and I return to Mondstadt, you better be in one piece; I know you. Don't go challenging any Ruin Guards, or I'll ruin you when I get back. I don't want to see a single scratch on you! And don't push yourself too hard! I'm not going to nurse you back to health if you start sickening for something.

Oh....and Akamiya? I love you too. Yours always,

𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮

#raine talks #raine rps #This Is An Askbox Not A Housewarming Party So Why Are All These Men In My Living Room By Fall Out Boy

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Chapter 9: Reminders of Tragedy

"Hey, Jane!"

"Hey, Ingrid! How is my favorite person in the world?"

Jane's girlfriend of a good 9 years now happily walked over and kissed her on the cheek, beaming as she always seemed to do whenever she looked at her lover.

"Amazing now that you're here. Hey, you wanna go to that party Randy's having at his house tomorrow?"

"He's having a party? I didn't figure him the partying type."

"Despite the whole business parents thing, he is a real party animal. Hey, you know what's weird about the party?"

"What is?"

"He invited that Jeff guy there..y'know, that creep with the Conduct Disorder?"

She gestured to the tall, dark clothed young adult that sat alone at a lunch table nearby, playing with a switchblade.

"Hey, I remember him being pretty nice.."

"Remember him? You two date at some point?"

"We did, actually, wayyyy back."

Jane smirked when she saw the look of surprise and pride on Ingrid's face when she realized she guessed right.

"What was he like?"

"He was a sweetheart. Cheesy, but a sweetheart. Hell, even cheesier than me."

"Jane, you've carved our names into multiple trees. There's no out-cheesing that."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how we met, either. My dad was out mowing the lawn, and he accidentally ran over a rock and it hit Jeff in the head."

"Oof, that sounds bad.."

"I visited him in the hospital with my parents one time, and I will never forget what he said to me as a pick-up line."

"What did he say?"

Jane cleared her throat, before trying her darndest to do an impression of a young Jeff.

"Did you come from heaven? Because you look like an angel!"

Ingrid couldn't help but let out a giggle as she quickly pulled Jane into her arms.

"Aww, that sounds so cute!"

"It was!"

Jeff himself was hearing this conversation from afar, the little tricks he played with his knife not an adequate distraction from the constant reminder of what could've been.

"I don't think he handled our breakup too well..nobody really wanted to treat him as anything other than a freak after his diagnosis went public. One time, I heard him ranting to his brother about how it was hypocritical of the school to do a health topic on depression when they wouldn't stop judging him for his CD."

"Sheesh, it sounds like he's been through a lot..poor kid could use a friend."

"It doesn't really look like he wants any. Liu isn't sitting with him..that's weird, Liu always sits with him."

"Prolly had an argument or something, you know siblings."

"Yeah.."

The day continued without incident, Jeffrey getting home at the same time as usual..yet his mind was not thinking about the party, or school, he was thinking about Jane and Ingrid. Why was Jane so special that she had everything she wanted in life and not him? What crime did he commit that landed him with absent parents, demonization from his peers, and a fucking smile cut into his face? That love, that relationship they had..Jeff came to the conclusion that it was something to be destroyed.

Liu, meanwhile, was..struggling with something. Something he never expected would be a problem in his life. Lately, he began having these thoughts..these violent, awful, intrusive thoughts, thoughts that seemed to be begging to be spoken aloud, the actions they describe seeming to grow more and more appealing as time passed.

Kill Randy.

Maim Keith.

Skin Troy like the cattle he is.

Maybe if he gave the thoughts an identity, they'd be easier to handle, he thought as he thought of a name for these urges..one stood out from the others. Not at all goofy, but not as laughably edgy as the other options.

Chapter 10: Enter Sully

Liu ended up speaking to Sully for the entire night..and even into the morning. When Jeff woke up the next morning, he could already hear Liu downstairs talking with..someone.

"It's sad, really..so concerned about themselves..no time spared for you."

"I-I guess..but they've got more important things to worry about.."

"Child, they do not have a thought in them about you. They're all self centered egomaniacs that would rather get pushed around by a genetic failure of a human rather than do anything about their situation!"

"That's not true, Sully! You're lying!"

A horrible growl soon came from the room.

"We are friends, child! Friends do not lie to each other, do they?"

"I..I guess not..goodbye for now, Sully."

"Where are you going?"

"I..I need some time to think."

Liu got back up, jumping from fear when he saw his brother staring at him.

"Holy shit, Jeff! You scared me!"

"I bet."

Awkward silence soon filled the dining room where they stood.

"Hey, Jeff...?"

"What?"

"I'm..sorry about punching you, and saying all that shit about you. I shouldn't have done that."

"No shit, Sherlock."

The elder brother turned around and began walking back up to his room, but not before his brother called out to him.

"Hey..is there any way I could make things up between us?"

"You could make things up by not betraying my trust again. You're all I've got, Liu..don't pull a Jane and fuck it up for me."

Liu always did question that grudge Jeff held for his ex, after all, he chatted with her in the past, and it always seemed like she genuinely enjoyed what her and Jeff had, and she always felt bad for leaving him like that. Hell, it sounded like it was as painful for her to leave him as it was for him to find out that his girlfriend left him. He was tempted to point that out, but he feared ruining things with his brother again.

"Alright.."

Chapter 11: A Hell of A Party

When Jane and Ingrid rounded the corner home, they found..a disturbing sight. A dead raccoon laying in the middle of the street, it's guts ripped out of it's body and thrown aside, Jeff gleefully pawing through the freshly murdered animal, childishly gawking and giggling over the corpse.

"Hey, Jeffrey! What happened here, what the fuck did you do?!"

Ingrid cried out to the blood-soaked kid, who looked up at her, confusion riddling his bloodied face.

"I killed a raccoon. It's not like anyone's gonna miss it."

"Why, you little-"

Ingrid slapped Jeffrey right across the face, knocking him to the ground as Jane held her girlfriend back and tried to keep the situation from escalating any further.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"You killed a helpless animal, you freak!!"

"I oughta kill you next, you piece of-"

Woods choked on his own spittle as he made his threat, never having been particularly..elegant with his words.

"Oh, really?! I'll kick your teeth down your fucking throat!"

"I swear to God, I'll strangle you with your own fucking intestines!!"

When Jeff reached for his switchblade, Jane panicked and grabbed her lover's hand, running off with her as Woods continued to scream at them.

"Your last words better be some Mark Twain shit, because it's going on your tombstone!! You hear me?!"

That experience was all on Jane's mind as she watched Jeff steadily get more and more wasted by the bonfire outside as time went on, at least, what glimpses she could catch of him when she wasn't busy dancing with the other students. Randy was also outside, reluctantly playing Truth Or Dare with the others as well as his increasingly hot and bothered enemy.

"Ok, Jeff!"

"Whaddup, baby?~"

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare, hit me with the worst ya got!"

"Slow dance with Randy."

"What the-no! I'm straight as a arrow, dude!"

"So is spaghetti until it gets wet~"

"Jeff, never say that again."

"C'mooooon, do the dare, ya pussy~ I don't bite!~"

Woods took his time getting up, but still had enough cognitive function to put on Grover Washington Jr's "Just The Two Of Us", to try and improve the mood, but Randy still wasn't having any of it. In a last ditch effort to try and seduce Randy, Jeffrey just..up and took his shirt off. That'll get things going, right? No, it didn't. Despite some swooning from some of his classmates, Randy himself didn't want any part of this. He was a few drinks deep as well, so in a drunken haze, he grabbed one of the bottles of booze they had, took a running start, and smashed it right over Jeff's head. The problem with that is that they were only a couple feet away from a bonfire, so when Jeff stumbled backward, he fell right into it, the alcohol on his exposed flesh quickly igniting. He quickly burst into flames, screaming and running off as the fire quickly seared his body, every remaining nerve ending he had that wasn't burnt away shocking his body with waves of pain. He could feel his scalp burning up once his hair was scorched away, finally finding solace in a nearby puddle that put out the flames. Jeff could see his life flashing before his eyes..his family, his brother..that was all he could see. As Randy and the other students' screams of horror faded away, Woods silently cursed himself for not doing anything more with his life..a single bloody tear rolled down his face as he shut his eyes for what he believed would be the last time.

Chapter 12: The End Of The Beginning

Suddenly..he was in some sort of void. The ground beneath him was black as pitch, and footsteps began to grow ever closer to him. When Jeff looked to see who was approaching, he found no earthly being waiting for his attention. When he laid his eyes on whatever approached, the previously totally dark void began to turn a sickly red. What stood before him was a monster unlike any other, an otherwordly monster many believed to be a mere tall tale.

HE COMES.

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #liu woods #sully #zalgo #tw violence #tw animal moidah #tw jeff fucking burns

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