#u being uncomfortable with that scene is ur concern and not hers she was telling her own story there

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[mochiwrites]

for ur writing prompts- some jon and martin pls? im so down for some fluff but follow ur heart ❤️ maybe like. some domestic shit or like a lost scene or whatever u want

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Martin can hear Tim and Sasha laughing loudly in the break room, as Tim tells her some kind of kayaking story. They’re talking animatedly, and if Martin wasn’t so wrapped up in quelling his own anxiety, he’d probably be in there with them.

Except he’s still seated at his desk, tugging at his tie. His foot lightly taps against the floor as he takes a few deep breaths.

God he really hates work functions. He’s never been a fan of them, really. Not when he’s forced to interact with the other employees of the Institute. It’s hard enough keeping the secret about his CV from Jon, Tim, and Sasha (though he’s got a sneaking suspicion Sasha knows. She made a habit of frequently offering him help on his reports), but everyone else?

Every year, he’s forced into some stuffy, uncomfortable conversation about something related to the paranormal. And every year, someone (it was usually from the library staff), brought up his “degree”.

So yeah, he thinks he has enough reason to be worried. And he can only imagine how much worse it’ll be now that he works in the archives.

Martin can already imagine what type of things he’s going to be asked.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as he hears muffled mumbling coming from Jon’s office. He perks up, curious and a bit concerned (plus, it’s a good distraction from his nerves). Tim and Sasha are still chatting away in the break room, probably waiting on both Jon and Martin to be ready.

Turning toward Jon’s office, Martin rises from his chair and walks over. He knocks on the door, a soft sound. “Jon? Are you alright?” He questions, hovering in the doorway.

Inside is Jon, standing in front of his desk. His face is scrunched tight in an annoyed scowl, hands fiddling with something around his neck. It takes Martin a second to realize it’s a bow tie.

Jon pauses in his fiddling, eyes lifting to meet Martin’s gaze. “Ah, yes, I’m fine.” He says, though his annoyance is quite clear. “Just having difficulty with this tie — I’ll be out in a moment.”

Martin weighs his options: he could offer his help and risk being the target for Jon’s annoyance, or he could leave Jon be.

He knows that if he wants this night to be a little smoother, he should really avoid Jon. But Martin has a habit of being his own worst enemy and he can't bring himself to actually ignore his boss when he's clearly struggling.

"Do you uhm, want some help with that?" He asks, gesturing toward Jon's bowtie.

Jon pauses at that, looking at Martin with an unreadable expression. For a moment, Martin worries that he's overstepped some kind of boundary and Jon is about to snap. Trying to soften what he thinks is an inevitable blow, he opens his mouth to rescind his offer.

Yet before he can get a word out, Jon's shoulders seem to sag in what Martin is hesitant to call defeat. "I... suppose accepting help would be more productive than continuing to fumble with this damn thing." He grumbles.

Martin feels relieved almost immediately, glad to have avoided Jon's ire. "Okay!" He says, maybe a little too cheerfully before taking a few steps over to him.

And upon standing in front of Jon, with maybe a few inches between them, Martin realizes his mistake. Number one, he's standing very close to Jon in order to help him. Number two, Jon smells faintly of cinnamon and smoky vanilla; reminding him of old books. Fitting. Finally, number three: Martin is very, very gay.

He's doomed.

He swallows down the fight or flight instinct that is very quickly activating, and tries to still his slightly shaking hands. He goes to reach for Jon's bowtie, finding that the other is still holding onto the ends of his tie. "Erm.." Martin stutters, looking up at Jon almost nervously.

"Oh, right, yes." Jon coughs, dropping the tie.

Nodding mostly to himself, Martin takes Jon's bowtie gingerly in his hands. He finds that his breath stills as he works to tie the bow for Jon, attempting to keep his hands from shaking too much.

He hears Jon clear his throat, and Martin's eyes naturally shoot up to look at his face. Oh god he isn't doing this wrong, is he? Though when he does look at Jon's face, he finds that his head is tilted to the side, eyes staring off at something that isn't Martin. His cheeks also seem to have a flushed tint to them, making Martin's heartbeat thud in his chest. Jon looks so... awkward.

Affection swells in Martin's chest at just how cute he looks.

Christ, get it together Martin! Focus!

Shaking himself out of his stupor (it won't do him any good to stare), he returns to the task at hand. He finishes quite swiftly (though he does get distracted a few times thanks to Jon), and when he is, he steps back with a little huff.

"O-Okay, I've done it." He says, offering Jon a wobbly smile that he hopes Jon doesn't look too much into.

"Oh." Jon replies, looking almost surprised at Martin. His eyes are a little wide, shining in a way that can only mean he's pleased. It makes Martin's heart flutter. He doesn't get many opportunities to see Jon be pleased with him. "Thank you, Martin." Though he still sounds a little flustered, even as his voice is just a tad soft. "Right. We should get going then." Jon slips back into the perfect image of professionalism and Martin lets him.

He gives a jerky nod before spinning on his heel and basically high tailing it out of Jon's office.

Oh Christ. He just did that.

[ac3id]

bully anon 🚶. are u reading my mind? 👁️👄👁️ im literally writing a yandere!bully! bakugo x reader thing where he shares his darling w his crazy classmates 💅 also bakumomo 🤤

bnha: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader x momo yaoyorozu

warnings:  humiliation, degradation, noncon touching, bj. bakugo n momo be meanies :'), fem reader

momo has a kick for seeing u suffer, she just loves when ur eyes get glossy & a  sacred, hopeless expression masks ur face. she gets such a power trip from it that even the slightest bit of guiltiness she feels from bullying u disappears.

but she knows she cant make u cry the way she wants u too. u r not that scared of her. too u, she is just another rich girl picking on u because it boosts their ego. u honestly couldnt care less about those types anymore. so she knows u wont submit to her so easily and thats when she goes to bakugo for help.

the both of them have great respect for eachother, he knows how extraordinary she is and vice versa but when momo asks him, “what do u think of her,” signalling to u, hes a little confused. hes always thought of u as the pathetic type, u did not hold much respect in his heart or mind. hed often forget about ur existence even but one thing he had wouldnt admit, ever was that he also found u hot. very attractive. sometimes, late at night he wud pump his cock to the thought of u. the way u stretched during warm ups, ur beautiful curves. the way ur perfect, little ass bent and jiggled during exercises. he dreamed of going up to u & grabbing a handful. the way ur tits bounced when u ran, everything clouded his mind during late nights when he tried to release pent up stress.

so when momo asked him the question he gave the most honest answer, “just another extra, too me,” momo seemed satisfied w his answer, “so, u dont care about her?” she asks & bakugo agrees. “well she pisses me off.”

the spite momo held in her tone made it hard to believe it was actually her speaking. she asks bakugo for his help. she promises him that he can do whatever he wants with u, whatever. he had said he didnt care about u, it should be easy for him to bully u. he agrees besides, who could say no to momo.

it starts of with usual teasing, hes calling u names, deeming u worthless & laughing when he sees u tear up from his harsh words. he feels amazing, like he is on top of the world. he bullies u pathetically, calling u out on ur insecurities & turning it into a laughing stock for others. while everyone is laughing at ur weak state, fortunately for u someone comes to ur rescue– momo stands up against bakugo acting as she is actually disgusted by his actions, acting as if she wasnt snickering along w the others.

she defends u but what she says just makes u cry even louder. she never outright denies his insults. he calls u a worthless, piece of shit with no real importance to the world. from momo, its never ‘dont listen to him, u are an amazing person y/n!’ but its always ‘bakugo–san, dont pick on others for things they cant change about themselves.” she also thinks u are worthless? guess so? everyone just laughs louder, they know what she is doing & so do u. u know u cant take this anymore, the humiliation brings tears to ur eyes and u can feel the dam break slowly.

u run to the bathroom not sparing a glance behind. u lock urself up in one of the stalls, crying ur pain away. not after long, a loud thud bangs against the door w a crude voice following the tune, “oi, i know ure in there!” bakugo screams, his repeated banging on the door never stopping, “open up!” he continues but u dont listen to him instead putting ur hands over ur ears, trying to block out the sound of his loud cries.

u keep at it for as long as bakugo stands outside the door until u hear an explosion go off & the next thing is he looking down at u ferociously. his glowing, red eyes gleam a powerful hatred making u tremble over the toilet seat. he pulls ur face up by ur hair before slapping u across the face. ur face stings when his hand connect to ur cheek, ur head falling to the opposite direction, ur breath uneven as tears pools down ur eyes.

“oi,” he tugs on ur hair again, ur scalp burning as he tugs on ur weak roots, “u think u can just run away?” u strain ur eyes, trying to look up at him through ur watery vision. “useless bitch,” his stare is intense. his vermilion eyes scan ur tear stained face and he feels himself get excited. the way u are seated would make u face his crotch if it werent for him holding u up by ur hair, “u are pathetic, u know?” he says it like its a question but u very well know hes serious. u only sob harder at his words, fat, salty tears rolling down ur cheeks, u pray to urself that he leaves u alone.

unfortunately for u, the whole scene just excites bakugo even further. he feels his jeans tighten as he starts to imagine u sucking him off. it was just like one of his fantasies only difference; u were here in real flesh & blood withering under him. he drops ur head & u quickly turn ur gaze to the floor, peering down at ur shoes. ur face drops as u hear bakugo unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper, u keep ur gaze focused to the floor not daring to look up.

what was he going to do? pee on u?

only when he calls out ur name u by mistakenly peep up. the sight u see is scandalous, he pumps his semi-hard cock in his fist slowly as he watches ur every move. ur eyes widen in terror when u hear him talk, “put it in ur mouth, bitch.” his order is absolute yet u dont listen to him. there was no way u were actually going to suck his dick, ur eyes fall back down on the floor as u drop ur head down, “no.” u whisper, ur voice timid. bakugo frowns, what makes u think u have a say in this.

“what do u mean no?” he asks voice on edge, “i-its rape.” ur answer comes out in a weak, broken cry which makes bakugo scoff, “how? im not even touching u.” u try to reason but bakugo is having none of it. growing impatient, he grabs ur head and pushes his cock into ur mouth, completely ignoring ur cries. “bite me and i will blow ur face off” its not an empty threat so u obey. it wasnt like u would be able to win against him anyway.

“suck on it, whore. im litreally asking u to do one single thing but u cant even do that?” bakugo is crude with his words, never missing any opportunity to talk u down. u start sucking on his cock, ur head bobbing & tongue swirling around his tip. he hisses in pleasure, this was so much better than his imagination.

“look at u go, guess the rumours are true afterall.” he laughs. u can feel him coming closer. his cock twitches in ur mouth as he bites his lips roughly, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. his cock hits the back of ur throat before he cums in ir mouth. hot, salty liquid shooting down ur throat making u feel nauseous. “guess sucking dick is the only thing u are good at,” he remarks letting go of ur face. and pulling his pants on. embarrassed, u turn ur face away from him sobbing softly as u wait for him to leave but he never does. instead he watches u cry.

“what are u doing?” another voice breaks in. momo stands outside the bathroom stall knocking on the wooden door. ur head turns to face bakugo in a flash as he goes unlock the door. u grab on his arm, pleading him to not open the door. u didnt want momo to see u in this state. bakugo stares at u before throwing a chasire grin as he opens the door.

more tears fall from ur eyes as u see momo waiting out, concern written all over her face. her fear only increases when she looks over ur broken form. “what happened in here?” she turns to bakugo but recieves no answer, “he raped me!” u scream & momo’s eyes widen. she turns to bakugo, giving him a genuine glare. she approaches u slowly, her hands rest on ur shoulder as she pushes ur face into her boobs while she rubs ur back with soothing circles. “what did he do?” u find it strange how bakugo hadnt left yet, he was technically exposed. what good could it do him? watching the girl whos mouth he just violated get pampered. u tell her about he shoved his dick down ur throat forcefully. u were not sure why she was being all nice to all of a sudden but it was comforting. u keep hugging momo as u cry about bakugo. he just clicks his tongue before getting to leave but momos suggestion holds him back, “why just her mouth?” momo pulls away from ur embrace, her hands now falling behind ur back as she captures ur wrists and bounds the away with ropes she had created. ur wrists adjust uncomfortably behind u. next, her hands reach out between ur legs, forcing them open.

“momo, what are u doing?” the false sense of security is gone as she flips over ur skirt displaying ur light pink panties to bakugo. u squirm around trying to get free of the ropes but its impossible. “didnt i tell u that u can do whatever u want w her?” ur face pales as she starts talking. “shes a virgin, u will have fun. im planning on recording it.” her nimble fingers play with ur clit over the fabric making u wet. “besides, look at her. dont tell me she doesnt want this.” her fingers vanish behind ur panties as she plays with ur holes, ur arousal sticking to her fingers deliciously.

bakugo looks at scene displayed before him and feels himself raging a hard–on again. he takes a good look at ur crying face wrecking u and filling u with his cum till the brim while momo records everything.

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I HAD THE BEST BYLER DREAM LAST NIGHT AND I REALLY WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL

it's so long (literally 2k words) so im gonna put it under the cut haha <3

so basically this would take place after mike and will start dating or something, idk exactly the time frame (i picture them being like 18 or something and this is the summer before college) and will goes to this summer arts program for like 2/3 months (i dunno how long american summer is but something like that) and its all the way far from home so there is dorms and stuff and he's "not in hawkins anymore" (no pun intended)

mike and will decide after will finishes his school they'd go to college together (cuz they're gonna be comic book artists together bc thats boyfriend shit) so throughout these months he's practically just waiting for will (<333333)

so one specific scene i remember from my dream involved will and mike getting off the bus to the school and then they hug and then mike grabs wills hand and brings him behind the bus and then he gives will a biggg kiss bc he won't be able to kiss him for 3 months. then they say they love each other and will gives him another quick kiss and is like "two kisses". they agree they'd call each other every day.

so will goes inside and mike goes back on the bus and goes home.

and basically the whole day is a whirl, until the end of it, in which mike is sitting in the kitchen near the phone waiting for like 3 hours for will to call, and will doesn't end up calling.

AND THEN IT GETS SPICYYYYY

so meanwhile at the arts program will asks like the front desk or something if he can call mike and they say phone is offlimits and they don't let him call mike

so then will goes to sleep and he's paranoid that he thinks mike is gonna hate him or something like that

mk than the next day in class there is this girl (they didn't reveal her name in the dream, ill call her stella) so stella is basically looking at will the entire class but will doesn't know it

so when they exit the class stella's like "hi" and will says "hi"

then stella says "i like your painting."

will is like rlly weirded out so he goes "thanks?"

"i um- hope this doesn't sound weird but i have no friends, do you want to be mine?"

"sure"

and then end of scene (this does not sound like a normal conversation but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense"

so BACK AT HAWKINS mike is still sleeping even tho it's like 3 pm because yk depressed boyfriend shit but then the PHONE RINGS and mike gets out of bed frantically and goes to the phone and he picks it up and is like "will?" and then it answers "it's el, idiot"

i feel like this is important for context but el speaks english very well now and hoppers back and she lives with hopper and not the byers anymore. ANYWAYS

el says "how's will?"

mike says "idk he didn't call"

"he didn't?"

"no, he didn't"

"okay. well maybe he will call later"

"yeah mb"

"wanna come over"

"ok"

so mike hangs up and gets changed and goes to el's house bc they r a couple o' besties and when he gets there it's like a therapy sessions bc mike usally talks to will every single day and he can't for like 3 months (unless will calls, but he's not going to) so he accepts he's gonna be depressed for 3 months and he's just talking to el about how he's gonna miss him so much and no be able to see his face and that shit

so el's like "well do u wanna do something to take ur mind off of him"

and mike's like "no im not gonna replace will" (I SCREAMED IN MY DREAM SRSLY)

but than el says "okay. guess im gonna go to the mall by myself" (ig starcourt is rebuilt by now)

and than mike bolts up and is like "fine"

"we can by something for will"

"okay yay"

so then they go to starcourt yasss!!

anyways back at the art school will is having lunch and stella is with he friends (even tho she said she doesn't have any friends) and one of her friends is like "omg did you see _____ he's so hot"

and another friend says "YESS! but ____ is cuter"

"what abt u stella? who do u have ur eyes on"

she says "byers" BUT NOOOOOOO WILL IS MIKES MAN

and they say "ew that kid who came back to life"

she says "yea. but he's cute, and shy, and once i wrap them around my finger i can get them to do anything"

so then she goes to sit down next to will at lunch

"hi will"

"hi"

"hru"

"im good"

"okay. good." and she gets upset because will goes ask how she is but she keeps her urging rage inside. and than they have this weird conversation and will is uncomfortable the whole time bc shes all like flirting with him and will is seeing someone obvi

but then she puts a hand on will's shoulder and he's shaking and then says something (idk what it is it wasn't explaining in my dream) then will stands up and runs to the bathroom. so he's just sitting in the stalls crying.

okay back at starcourt this part wasn't shown in my dream but im just gonna make up that mike and el go looking around starcourt for something for will (sort of like the mike/lucas/will montage where they were looking for stuff for el) and then i guess they find something for will and i don't have the slightest idea what they could have got for him BUT THEY GOT HIM SOMETHING GOOD

so mike's all happy but they'res still that depression inside of him lol

so fast forward a week, it really isn't explained but ill just make up that will still hasn't called mike, and he's super sad and all sleeping in but decides to look through his good ol binder full of will's drawings and in the arts school will and stella have a few more interactions im sure which are still very uncomfortable

okay so it's lunch again in the cafeteria and somehow will and stella are talking again but somehow it ends in stella kissing will and will like pulls away immediatley and is like "what is wrong with you!?"

and she says "what?"

"i'm seeing someone!"

"oh i uh- i didn't know."

the whole cafeteria is staring at them

so will's freaking out almost on the verge of a panic attack "idk what to do, he's gonna hate me and-"

"he?"

will has the look on his face like shit shit shit oh fuck no

"you're gay?"

"i-"

and will runs off once again. and everyone in the whole cafeteria knows that he's day and ofc with everybody being homophobic will knows it's not good at all bc everyone's gonna bully him

so then the next day he goes to class and the teacher is like "does anyone care to tell me where ___ is?" (it would be like a math question like 'where x is' but in art idkkk) and then the teacher calls on "will? can you tell me where ___ is?" and they'res a pause and then the teacher says "or perhaps you'd want to find your boyfriend instead?" (giving me anne with an e vibes prolly cuz i did a rewatch last weekend but i won't explain more in case some people haven't watched it but) anyways will stands up from his seat, everyone is looking at him, and he's shaking and so concerned but then he goes "fuck. you" badass will yeaaaa thats my boy

so then he runs out of the classroom and out of the school in a really cool montage way but then he realizes he's like 2 hours away from home but he runs and runs and he goes to a random bustop (it's not even garanteed if it takes him to hawkins but whatever) he gets on and tries to go back to hawkins.

and soon enough, he gets there, and immediatley goes to the wheelers because he needs to see mike and apologize for everything. so he's at the wheelers, and rings the doorbell, realizing he's still in his uniform lol but karen answers and mike is upstairs in his room sulking (i picture it would be 8 pm by now) so will asks for mike and karen calls mike. mike groans obviously because he doesn't know it's his boy, but he comes down, karen gets out of the way and as soon as he sees will they have a really big hug and it's super sweet and my heart UFHEIOSKA

mike says his usual "are you okay?" and mike is still confused as shit but will says "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" and mike says "you don't have to be sorry for anyrhing" but will says "ill explain"

so then they go to will's room, side-by-side on his bed and will starts explaining everything

(this is mostly improvised by me but it's still pretty similar to the dream)

"i hated it."

"the school?"

"yeah. there was no you, (mike blushes lmao), everything was terrible, i felt so lonely, they didn't let me call you-"

"what?"

"they said the phone was off limits. i wanted to talk to you so bad and i thought you'd hate me"

"i could never hate you, will, even if i tried." will smiles

"and then there was this girl, and she hit on me and i didn't know what to do bc i'd be the face of the school if i told her i was dating you and was gay and today she kissed me"

"WHAT"

"im sorry im sorry i didn't kiss back and i was so scared bc i never was in a relationship before and i was so scared it was considered cheating-"

and mike LAUGHSS

"what? mike? what's wrong?"

"if you don't do anything back, it's not considerd 'cheating'"

"oh. good. are you mad at me?"

"what? no! no never!" so mike opens his arms and says "come here" so will and mike hug or something like that and then mike says "do you need me to beat her up?"

and will says "you can't even beat eggs. besides, your noodle arms wouldn't be able to do harm to even a fly"

so mike laughs and says "i'm glad your home"

so will blurts "i cursed out a teacher"

"you? cursing?"

"yes."

"might have to start calling you a bad boy now"

will just smiles and says "i love you"

and mike says "i love you too"

AND THEN END AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF BC I LOVE THIS DREAM LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IM OBSESSED

ALSO ONCE I FINISH WYBMFFAE ILL PROBABLY WRITE THIS INTO A FULL BLOWN FIC BUT AHIHFUSAH

edit: i have no idea what mike did with the present him and el bought for will but i guess they ended up giving it to him lol

[lovelahela]

❛ it lives in the woods ❜ ─ prologue

⇢ masterlist ; check masterlist for fancast!

⇢ pairing: noah marshall x f!mc (marisol reyes)

⇢ genre: horror

⇢ chapter: zero (prologue)

⇢ words: 2687

⇢ description: something old and powerful lives in the woods surrounding the small town of westchester... something that knows their names. tensions flare, old wounds are reopened, and lives hang in the balance of one, very important question: are you scared?

⇢ notes + warning: this story will include disturbing scenes, potentially dark/triggering subjects (including but not limited to underage substance/alcohol abuse, depression, anxiety) and strong language. reader discretion is advised.

        Tonight, the moon is playing peek-a-boo, weaving in and out of ribbons of black clouds scudding across the sky. Accompanying the flickering radiance of lampposts scattered across the small town of Westchester, the light of the moon stretched across the vast cluster of trees that surrounded it and to a cosy, modern house far away from said lampposts that stood out significantly next to the worn-out, withering shack that stood meters away from it. The town was characteristically quiet, its folk invested in whatever dream of winning the lottery and marrying the most good-looking Hollywood actor they were having. It was almost peaceful.

        The functioning word here being almost.

        Inside that modern little house lay a young teenage girl, fast asleep in the comfort of her mattress and scented candles. Marisol Reyes tried very hard to be normal, thank you very much. She ran two clubs, maintained outstanding grades, and managed Westchester High's successful swimming team as an efficient captain. Some might even say she was one of the "popular kids," but she was no where near that (proven by the constant degradation courtesy of Britney and her posse), and preferred to keep it that way. All Marisol wanted was to blend, to be away from the spotlight - she had enough of it after being drowned in all the wrong kinds of attention when one of her best friends perished a decade ago. Being pointed at by judgemental kids and gossiping parents took a toll on her, and she swore to go out of her way to erase the devastating, untimely death of Jane Marshall from her life - she would never be the "best friend of that girl who died" ever again.

        Although Marisol strongly refused her mother Soledad's advice to see a child psychologist and cope with the horrible trauma that cost her her childhood, she insisted that she was able to, get over it. She pushed aside the recurrent nightmares and the obsession with self-defense and martial arts classes, plastered on a smile, and said she was fine - every single time, all through the ten years of looking over shoulder and denying just how damaged she really was.

        The sound of violent vibrations against a wooden surface startled Marisol Reyes out of her uncharacteristically peaceful slumber. She jumped out of her bed and grabbed the kitchen knife that always lied stoically on her bedside table like a war veteran, hair frazzled and muscles tense. The focus of her almond-shaped eyes darted around the room frantically, fingers tightening around the hilt of the knife as her heart beat wildly in her chest. Once she could not make out an outline of an intruder in the darkness that enveloped the area, she realized the vibrations were coming from her phone, buzzing enthusiastically with text notifications. She groaned at her overreaction to such a harmless event while rubbing the sleep from her eyes and picked up the small electronic device in her tense hands.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:12 AM

UNKNOWN NUMBER

marisol, you there?

it's dan.

i messed up. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry

Mark as spam?

Block number?

        "Oh my God..." whispered Marisol, rereading that one text over and over again to make sure she didn't imagine it.

        it's dan.

        Those two words stole the breath and heat from her very skin. Suddenly her defenses are like paper, paper being soaked by rapidly falling rain drops. Dan Pierce. They hadn't spoken since the tragic incident a decade prior - after the funeral, the eight children went their separate ways, determined carry the truth behind that catastrophe with them to the grave no matter how deep they buried it inside of them. She debated replying - she hadn't so much as greeted him in so many years, and suddenly he bombards her phone with frantic messages in the middle of the night? Something seemed off. Marisol could practically feel danger creeping up slowly but surely behind her.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:15 AM

DAN PIERCE

marisol?

MARISOL

dan, hey.

it's been a while, u okay? what's up?

DAN PIERCE

i went into the woods.

i had to be sure, i had to prove to myself that he wasn't real.

that it was all in our heads.

but he is, mari. he's real. it was all real.

read 3:16 AM

        Marisol's previously tense hands began shivering vigorously along with the rest of her limbs, all of them weakening by the second. She closed her eyes and drew in long, deep breaths, attempting to calm down and muster up whatever courage she had left. She wasn't sure if the texts she responded with were an attempt to convince Dan, or herself.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:17 AM

MARISOL

hey man, u sure ure not drunk?

DAN PIERCE

he was whispering, just like when we were kids.

MARISOL

dan, please stop.

we made all that stuff up, we were kids.

mr red was just a dumb game that spun out of control.

we made it all up.

DAN PIERCE

 he does. he's with me right now.

MARISOL

for fuck's sake dan

if ure in the woods get out NOW

it's not safe in the dark

DAN PIERCE

i can hear him in the trees.

i can hear him whispering...

read 3:18 AM

        Marisol hissed a long string of curse words, fumbling around in the dark for her jacket. It didn't matter that they lost touch with each other, she couldn't bear the thought of losing him - of losing someone else in the disbanded group that she once would have said she trusted with her life. Maybe, if you dug deep enough through the traumatic, emotional baggage she lugged around every waking moment, she still would.

        Just as she snatched the keys to her mother's car (which she was only allowed to use in the case of an emergency, much to her dismay), someone rapped the window harshly, startling a shriek out of her. Her phone slipped out of her hands and landed on the wooden floorboard with an upsetting thud, just barely illuminating the room with a disturbing glow.

        With the manner of a paranoid animal about to get preyed on viciously, Marisol snuck a peek at the window. Her blood ran cold when she made out the shape of what she was hoping was a human. Wasting no time, she jumped towards her lamp and turned it on. A yellow light filled just enough of the vicinity - enough to see that the man waiting outside her window was none other than Dan. She heaved out a relieved sigh and opened the window  (reluctantly so), ushering him inside outside of the chilly embrace of the crisp night.

        He climbed into his former friend's bedroom, hoodie dirtied by mud and hints of dead leaves. His long hair was unkempt, his eyes were accompanied by worrying and prominent bruises under them, and what used to be his beautifully tanned skin was then pale and sickly as though he was near death itself. Dan sat hunched over on the floor like a frail puppet being held up by a single fraying string. It was horribly peculiar to see him like this - he always held himself with confidence, tall and muscular frame towering over even those taller than him. To see him lying on her floor, so vulnerable and beaten down, it was heartbreaking to say the least.

        "God, Dan, what happened to you?" asked Marisol, eyes softened with concern as she scanned his body for the injuries littered on his skin and mud staining his clothes. He looked up at her, expression shallow, striking a faint but growing fear inside of her. "How... how did you even get here? We're on the second floor."

        "I climbed." His answer was curt and simple, no emotion to his voice at all. Nothing in his eyes or the tone of his voice supported the signs of terrifying struggle that blemished him. Marisol gulped.

        "Oooookay, Spider-Man!" Nervous laughter cut through the uncomfortable silence choking them. She frowned and took small, careful steps forward as to not startle him. She crouched down to look him in the eyes as calmly as she should, slowly pulling down the zipper of his hoodie.

        "Listen, bud, why don't you take a shower? I'll wash your clothes, give you some of my dad's, and you can tell me happened, yeah?" Her voice was low and soft, as though she was consoling a frightened child. Peeling the hoodie off his slouched shoulders, she avoided his eyes, which were - very creepily - trained on her paling face. She sighed, visibly relieved when he decided to focus on the string of Polaroid pictures and what looked like dozens of framed award certificates hung up on her wall, suddenly completely neglecting her physical existence next to his enfeebled body.

        "I'm fine." His words resembled that of an accused, soulless criminal awaiting his punishment in court, perfectly trained to deny his guilt to his grave no matter what the situation was — it seemed to rehearsed. Then, abruptly, his head snapped in her direction and he grabbed her forearms tightly, staring at her with wide, crazed eyes. She could have sworn she felt all of her internal organs cease functioning for a split second and yelped pathetically. "Come on! We need to get the others!"

        Her breath hitched in her throat. She searched and searched her brain for the proper response, hyper-aware of the growing madness that distorted his handsome face. When she spoke, the pitch of her voice was a bit too high for her liking. "What — What others?"

        Dan's hold on her tightened noticeably, causing her to flinch and whimper involuntarily. A curt, mad laugh that sounded like one the Joker himself would utter left his lips. "Our friends, of course! Noah, Lily, Ava, Lucas, Andy, Stacy — the whole gang!" Another laugh that deepened the pit in her stomach, a laugh that would haunt her for days.

        Suddenly, Marisol regretted turning away psychological help. The rate of her breathing quickened anxiously as she felt a gate in her mind burst open, letting unwanted memories flood it mercilessly at the mention of their names. She could not see Dan anymore, only flashing images of ruins, of an eerie forest, and of nine children irresponsibly skipping through the trees, on their way to revisit the entity that would then change their lives forever. Her eyes were coated with a glossy sheen of tears that were more than ready to flow down her cheeks against her weakening will. When she finally mustered the courage to speak again, she whispered: "I've barely spoken to them for years, Dan. Not since Jane — "

        Before she could register what was happening, Dan stood up and pulled her with him with an unimaginable force that was sure to leave bruises. Their faces were uncomfortably close, so close she could smell the scent of blood and dirt that replaced his usual cologne. He stared at her like an enraged panther, tiny bubbles of froth forming at the corners of his mouth and face contorted with a venomous outburst. Fear was struck inside her that she felt in her very core — she almost thought he would kill her right then and there. "They have to come. Everyone has to be there. That's the rule."

        She could feel the sweat trickle down her neck, the throbbing of her tear-filled eyes, the ringing screaming of a little girl in her ears, and the thumping of her horror-stricken heart against her chest. "Rule?"

        The world stilled around them. Suddenly, she could not hear a single thing, not even her own breathing — only the awfully familiar words that the boy hissed: "Everyone plays together."

        Marisol could not have been more thankful for the sound of her phone buzzing yet again against the floorboards. She took that as an excuse to gingerly wiggle out of his loosened grip and, with shaking legs, approached her cell and picked it up. A crack tarnished the previously pristine screen, but she decided to worry about that later when it was a more appropriate time to fret over a slightly broken phone. 

        But what she saw was her breaking point. Her free hand reached up to cover her mouth and stifle a sob threatening to spill out of her quivering lips and before she could control it a steady flow of salty tears coated her cheeks.

TEXT MESSAGE

3:26 AM

DAN PIERCE

are you still there?

i think i'm lost

marisol? my battery's almost dead, please help me!!

read 3:26 AM

        The shock ricocheted up her skeleton; an enormous engulfing terror made her feel so, so sick in her mind and body. She's seen darkness before, the kind that makes an empty street look like an old-fashioned photograph, but this was different — this was the kin of darkness that robbed her of her common sense and replaced it with a paralyzing fear. By her genes, she is a predator with the intelligence and perceptive eyes to hunt, but in that moment, she felt like a helpless prey. Marisol slowly rose from the illuminating screen of her phone, her wide, suspicious eyes meeting his. 

        "Dan?" She sniffled weakly.

        Although his eyes were cold an empty, right underneath them a grin stretched his lips impossibly from one ear to the other, radiating clear indications of raging madness.

        "Marisol."

        She lunged for the knife on her bedside table yet again, shrieking as he took large and quick steps towards her violently shaking form. She searched desperately for an escape route that wasn't blocked by the towering body of the intruder in front of her but to no avail. He grabbed her wrist with a bone-crushing hold, squeezing yet another helpless screech out of her. Her voice broke when she cried out: "Dan, please! Don't make me do this!"

        And he did nothing but widen the frightening smile that would permanently etch itself into her retinas, haunting her every time she closed her eyes.

        So Marisol did the only logical thing her frantic brain could come up with — with a heart-wrenching scream, pained by having to inflict pain on a friend who was once very dear to her, she drove the blade of the knife into his abdomen. Much to her increasing horror, he did not so much as flinch at the pain, only tightened the hold around her throbbing wrist. He merely growled like a feral animal, burning holes into her with his enraged gaze. "Wrong move."

        Dan tackled her effortlessly to the floor, straddling her hips and forcing her into a cage that she would never break out of in her wildest dreams. He smashed her head against the rough surface underneath her, darkening her fading vision. "We all have to go back, remember?"

        "LEAVE ME ALONE! GET — OFF — ME!" She thrashed in his hold, no longer attempting to swallow the sobs. Finally, after agonizing attempts to kick and thrash and flail, she was able to free one of her hands and in result scraped her previously perfectly manicured fingernails down the skin of his face.

         A cry of disgust and disbelief bounced off the walls of the room when it peeled right off, revealing putrid flesh under it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, leaving her to stare into milky whiteness while the stink of stale dirt burned the  insides of her nostrils. His long, skinny fingers curled around her neck, pressing, closing with a lack of mercy or remorse, feeling like tendrils wound around her oxygen supply. Despite her lungs blazing with agony, Marisol continued to fight fruitlessly until her energy started to dissipate like water going down a drain. Her hands fell to her side and her body grew limp, using her last breath to scream for help that, somewhere in the back of her min, she knew would never come. The last thing she saw before she embraced the coming blackness of unconsciousness was the ghastly monster that rendered her powerless and savagely tore open her old wounds.

[butsomeofusarelookingatthestars]

Could u please do an imagine where ur Luke's wife and he meets his old best friend (female) and it's been ages since they've seen each other but she doesn't like u and tries saying some mean things about u to him and gets super protective because u feel really sad??

My Girl

Fandom: Criminal MindsPairing: Luke Alvez x ReaderPrompt: Request

Description: As far as Luke is concerned you’ll always be his priority.

You laughed softly as Luke rushed past you, desperate to rescue his lasagne from the oven before it became overcooked. He had always been fussy about his cooking – a utter perfectionist in the kitchen.

Given the important guest that would be arriving any moment now, you could understand his determination to get every aspect of the night faultless.

His childhood best friend was visiting the city and he had been overjoyed, not only at the prospect of reuniting with them but to also introduce you to her. Lisa had been unable to attend your wedding and the two of them hadn’t seen each other since just before Luke had joined the FBI.

You were openly excited to meet Lisa. Luke had told you a lot of wonderful things about her. She seemed the perfect fit for him – outgoing, intelligent with a good sense of humour.

In all honesty, it was nice to finally meet one of Luke’s old friends who was a female. He had already introduced you to a lot of his pals from the rangers. Despite how much you got along with them all, there was only so much of drunken reunions you could take.

Besides Luke seemed so happy when he had announced she was visiting. It lifted your heart to see your husband’s bright smile – naturally, you were intrigued to meet the woman behind it.

A loud knock on the door prompted Luke to pull you over to the door, pressing a playful kiss on your lips to reassure your nerves. His lips curved upwards into a small smirk as he opened the door.

Before either of you could open your mouth in greeting, Lisa flew through the door. You stood to the side as she threw her arms around Luke’s neck, almost jumping into his arms as she pulled him close. You naively smiled at the scene pleased to see the two friends reunited.

Luke managed to escape her hold, smiling as he placed a hand on your back and guided you over to Lisa.

“Y/N this is Lisa.” You smiled at her as you kindly outstretched your hand, you figured that she may not feel comfortable with an embrace. “Lisa this is my wife Y/N.”

She accepted your hand, a small grimace on her face as Luke mentioned the word wife. But you shook it off, you were probably just imaging things. Perhaps she had a long journey and was just exhausted.

“It’s great to finally meet you. Luke’s told me all about you.” You warmly complimented her, flashing her a soft smile. Despite the sincerity in your voice, her brow furrowed slightly as if she were unpleased by your kind words.

A small smirk played on her lips as she glanced up at Luke curiously, raising her eyebrows at him. “I hope he hasn’t.”

Even though you would have usually laughed at similar comments, there was something about the almost vengeful tone and her intimidating composure that made you shift uncomfortably. Then when she reached up to stroke Luke’s arm, batting her eyelashes at him, you knew instantly that she didn’t particularly like you.

But she was Luke’s friend and she was a guest in your home. So, you were determined to try your best to make her welcome. If she was an important person to Luke, you would put up with a little unfriendliness. After all, sometimes people just didn’t get along and you perfectly comfortable and secure enough in your relationship to handle another woman flirting with Luke.

The one thing you were confident in was that he loved you and would always treat you with respect.

Luke seemed a little dazed by her attention, his eyes drifting to you for apparent guidance. You just smiled encouragingly, the last thing you wanted was to come between him and a loved one. He seemed to shake off his slight bewilderment, plastering a bright smile onto his face as he ushered Lisa inside your apartment.

“I’ve made us lasagne.” He told her proudly, grinning in anticipation of her reaction. It had always been her favourite dish when they were younger and he had specifically chosen it with her in mind.

“Oh, you did?” She asked, her eyes darting to you. It felt as if she were flashing you a hostile glare. Surely, she wasn’t? You were probably just being paranoid. However, her next words undoubtedly cemented her dislike for you.

“I would have thought your wife would have made dinner.” There was a smile on her face, but you could tell there was no warmth behind it.

You shifted uncomfortably, folding your arms across your chest protectively. It was hard not to get openly offended by her rudeness now. That particular comment had stung a lot considering you found it derogatory and sexist.

Luke looked completely perplexed by her behaviour. Things were starting to get awkward quickly. So, he just cleared his throat.

“I don’t know why you would think that Lisa.” He replied, a bewildered smile on his face. “You know how much I love to cook.”

You felt extremely grateful for his attempt to lighten the tension that was filling the room.  

“I guess.” She shrugged casually, rolling her eyes at his words. You struggled to bit your tongue, forcing yourself to remember the bright smile on Luke’s face when he had found out his best friend was visiting. He was worth putting up with Lisa.

He murmured that he had to check on the kitchen, assuring you both that he would be back momentarily. You reluctantly turned around to face Lisa, forcing a smile onto your face.

“So, do you work at bureau with Luke?” She asked quietly. You felt extremely exposed under her inquisitive eyes, it felt as if she were judging you.

“Oh no.” You told her, injecting a cheerfulness into your voice that didn’t match how you were currently feeling. “I’m a teacher.”

She seemed to look disgruntled with the revelation.

“Oh, that’s strange. But I guess I should’ve guessed.”

You tried to conceal the look of dejection on your face. There was something about her tone that assured you that her problem was entirely personally when it came to you. You just didn’t know what you had done to earn her ire.

“I mean, you don’t strike me as the bold type.” She told you, her glare hardening as she looked you up and down.

You stared at her in disbelief. There was no doubt in your mind now that she severely disliked you. She had made that much clear. But she continued to spew hurtful words – seemingly wanting to air her issues with you despite the fact you had only just met.

“I wouldn’t have imagined Luke with…” She paused for a moment, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she took in your appearance. “-someone like you.”

It was perhaps the rudest thing anyone had ever said to you in your life. You didn’t even know how to respond to the insult. Her apparent hatred for you had rendered you speechless.

In your heated moment you had forgotten all about Luke.

“You don’t come into our home and speak to my wife like that.”

You had rarely heard him sound so angry. In fact, the only time you could imagine him speaking to someone forcefully was as an FBI agent interrogating an unsub. Apparently, Lisa’s nasty verbal assault on you had inspired his protective instincts to kick in.

She opened her mouth to protest, muttering about how he had misunderstood her. But Luke interrupted her by raising a firm hand in her direction, his other one wrapping around your waist tightly as he pulled you close to his side.

“No Lisa.” He glanced at her sadly, the rage quietening in his eyes as he took in her fuming form. “You’re not the person I remember.”

She didn’t respond, only glaring at the two of you stood side by side. The fury in her eyes only seemed to grow as Luke murmured soothing reassurances in your ear. It seemed to enrage her enough for her to angrily hiss that they had “clearly grown apart”, before flouncing out – slamming the door behind her.

Roxy came trotting out from the bedroom to investigate the disturbance. She had been encouraged by Luke to remain in the room because of Lisa’s dog phobia. You laughed softly as the adorable dog came up to nuzzle your hand affectionately.

“It looks like a much pleasanter guest will be joining us for dinner.” You commented, grinning as Luke chuckled warmly.

You placed a hand at the back of his neck as you captured his lips in a gentle kiss. “Thank you. I know that can’t have been easy for you to do.”

To your surprise he grinned cheekily in response to your words, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as he closed the space between your two bodies.

“What are you talking about? I always stand up for my girl.”

[countrygangrel]

hey i want every single one for sancho david and austin please and thank u :)

maria im hatefollowing u and i wouldnt help u with ur spanish homework /s

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

sancho: he doesnt rlly consider himself to have family but of the ppl who seem to sorta consider him family he likes marco the best

david: he likes diego the best smh

austin: he doesnt consider any of the ppl who consider him family To be family but mags is the closest

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

sancho: Bad shes the reason he ended up homeless

david: he doesnt remember his birth mom but he loves marge : )

austin: he idealizes her and remembers her as being perfect but she was subpar

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

sancho: he considers him a weak and pathetic little man

david: he doesnt remember his birth father but he doesnt like gabriel at all : (

austin: Bad

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

sancho: he almost got murdered and he tries to avoid telling people abt it :/

david: Uh Yea and like everyone knows it got big in vampire scenes

austin: yea and he tells everyone smh hes an oversharer

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

sancho: a knife, one of those stupid pocket bibles, his phone, snacks he Probably stole

david: Garbage he doesnt rlly go anywhere and he also forgets to empty them out

austin: his phone, some cash, a couple ious to replace mags’s stuff when he takes it, his wallet

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

sancho: he doesnt dream

david: i feel like he has dreams that involve weightlessness a lot. also cleanliness

austin: Hedonism. also idealized versions of his childhood

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

sancho: eternal damnation

david: being dirty and also drowning. his abusers there

austin: honestly? Also hedonism. probably food

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

sancho: he misfired on a guy that he was trying to keep from coming any closer to him

david: he shot a book that he set up on a fence

austin: he shot a guy on Purpose

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

sancho: hes Worse off hes semi-homeless

david: hes? Worse off but a lot happier the weed money has him stable enough

austin: not rlly

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

sancho: more he likes layers

david: more

austin: less

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

sancho: probably when he was being almost murdered. he didnt think he was afraid of death before

david: hes been in a Lot of situations that border on this but probably when his parents were murdered

austin: when he had to kill a werewolf for the first time

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

sancho: he Acts calm all the time but hes normally pretty stressed out. hes gonna grey early

david: Hes Never Calm

austin: hes pretty calm now in the face of danger like even having a gun in his face hes calm

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

dsjkdshds none of them r bothered by it now but david used to be. he got over it

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

sancho: neither he doesnt want to know anyone

david: names

austin: faces

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

sancho: he Is hes very poor and concerned abt where hes living and if hes a freeloader or not

david: not rlly he thinks its pointless and hes gonna die Anyway

austin: yea hes a poor and greedy man

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

sancho: success

david: success

austin: happiness

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

sancho: he didnt have any but he woulda liked stuffed animals

david: he had a stuffed bear that he carried around and didnt let ppl touch. gabriel took it from him and he stopped having comfort objects

austin: he liked his sisters dolls

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

sancho: wisdom

david: ambition hes Jealous

austin: ambition

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

sancho: he doesnt voice his issues but hes rlly insecure so he ends up sorta touchy :/ nd theyre working on it

david: he doesnt have relationships hes Way too shy

austin: hes got commitment issues and he ends up ruining relationships very quickly

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

sancho: all he does his compare himself to others negatively smh he has no self esteem and hes lookin for reasons people wouldnt want him around

david: its for self criticism he has depression and low self esteem. A lot of time its in ? physical aspects or how well they deal with interpersonal communication

austin: its for self validation most of the time. at least if hes Voicing it

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

They all ? think they caused or deserved it but austin blames others Verbally

What does your character like in other people?

sancho: he has a soft spot for cute people :( he likes cute things in general. he? sorta likes mean people too smh he doesnt like feeling like people are lying to him abt liking him. overall he doesnt like people tho

david: he Also avoids ppl so he doesnt like ? like a Lot but he does like when ppl care abt him :’/ if u show him genuine care he’ll warm up pretty fast

austin: he just likes Attention. but in General he also likes people who arent that serious sdsdkhdsj he also likes people who’ll pamper him

What does your character dislike in other people?

sancho: he doesnt like ppl who r ? Overly nice or rlly try to pay attention to him. he also doesnt like having people ‘pity’ him (read: care abt)

david: he doesnt like mean people :( or at least people who r mean to Him hes rlly sensitive. he also doesnt like ppl who try to Force eye contact. also being tall white men makes u a no in his book

austin: people who insult him to his face >:/ or ppl who r mean to their families without Reason hes a hypocrite

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

sancho: he doesnt

david: it takes him a While and it depends on the person. atm he only rlly trusts 2 ppl tho

austin: he doesnt rlly Ever trust people but he lets his guard down anyway

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

sancho: o Immediately. he does it Less if he knows u but :/ not much

david: he tries not to now but hes a very nervous boy

austin: he does it pretty fast but ? ignores what his guts tellin him

How does your character behave around children?

sancho: he has a daughter who he loves but he doesnt rlly know how to take care of kids

david: he tries to avoid them he doesnt know how to deal with them he gets overstimmed really fast

austin: he avoids them but he Loves kids. hes rlly worried abt being a creep and Hurting ppl

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

sancho: he Stews and looks annoyed but doesnt rlly fight

david: he avoids it at all costs

austin: hes Fighty hell argue over little things

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

sancho: sorta quick smh but he has to be pushed

david: he avoids it at all costs hes weak

austin: Very fast

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

sancho: i feel like he wanted to be a doctor :/ it Didnt happen

david: he didnt actually have much by way of dreams? he thought abt being an author or a priest tho. It didnt happen

austin: he didnt rlly have any he was just gonna farm

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

sancho: anything thats too clean. most like ? normal things to be disgusted by other than like gore. also himself

david: he finds most kinds of mess repulsive. hes still repulsed by gore even tho hes used to blood

austin: he doesnt find much other than like ? Excrement repulsive

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

sancho: having his own room with a window and several locks on the door. his cats r there

david: being able to be alone in his room while still being confident that his friends love and care abt him

austin: he wants to be Loved so hed be most comfortable surrounded by family who loves him :’)

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

sancho: rlly being ? around people in general

david: being in public in general but Especially anywhere near a stage. he woulda been valedictorian if he went to hs modernly but the speech shit would kill him

austin: being ignored and on his own

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

sancho: hes a cocktail of all of them :/ but overall hes willing to improve

david: hes willing to improve most of the time but he can be sorta :/ resistant

austin: hes Very defensive

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

sancho: keep the method

david: keep the method

austin: move on

How does your character behave around people they like?

sancho: hes ? nicer but overall he tries not to show it smh

david: hes more willing to come out of his shell and interact with ppl he likes

austin: hes a bit of a bully and Very clingy. he likes teasin ppl

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

sancho: he bottles it up and Glares

david: he avoids interacting with them more than he normally does

austin: hes a bitch tbh he gets Mean and Petty

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

sancho: honor

david: status

austin: honor

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

sancho: remove self

david: remove self

austin: remove problem

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

sancho: he has been and hes nervous around dogs now, especially bigger dogs

david: he hasnt been bit

austin: hes been bit but he doesnt care he still loves animals smh he also probably deserved to get bit hes the type to stick his face in animals’ faces

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

sancho: he does his best and over all tries to be nonintrusive

david: he avoids interacting with people at all dsksdjj so hes okay

austin: he works a service job So

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

sancho: he feels like he has to earn it but he can never do enough To earn it

david: he has to earn it

austin: he feels like he Deserves it

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

sancho: he avoids parental figures

david: yes! He has an adoptive mom who he loves

austin: sorta? kinda. he isnt sure how to feel abt her tho :/ 

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

sancho: yea he has a bf and a child

david: no

austin: sorta? rlly depends. not rlly tho

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

sancho: its pretty difficult and he avoids it

david: its difficult but he can say it without meaning it

austin: its easy to lie but hard to say it proper

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

sancho: he believes hes going to go to hell :/ but hes sorta accepted it. he is scared to die

david: he isnt sure what he believes but he believes it isnt good

austin: he doesnt believe in anything

[thirstyfortom]

OMG your bartender scenario jssjhijjskfkfk amazing! I wish u had more views tho. Can I request a HC with RFA (and maybe Saeran and V) reacting to MC being a former porn star or having a sex tape uploaded on a porn site, i dunno if u like writing this kind of stuff. Congrats again, ur wrtiting is really good! :)

Tnx tnx!It’s okay, I’m kinda new on that stuff, so i didn’t really expect to have a lot of followers, maybe it happens one day,but… who knows?

I’m goingwith MC ex- pornstar, I can only think that a sextape would be a revenge porn’scase and that can be very triggering, so yeah… let’s think MC agreed on beingfilmed and got paid for it.

Yoosung

You told him as soon as you startedbeing a serious couple

You were younger, your parents neverreally supported you going to college, so you basically lived on your own andhad to pay for it, you were desperate and you did it

You weren’t really proud, but youdidn’t regret it either

He tried to remain calm, but he hadso many questions

“Would you do it again?” “Or are you stilldoing it?” “Did you have to do something you didn’t want to?” “Do you stillcontact your co-workers?”

All the answers were “no”

He was a broke college studenthimself, so he could relate

And he felt really bad that, unlikehim, you didn’t have supportive parents

You tried to keep cool, but youcouldn’t hold back a big sigh in relief, you were so afraid of his reaction,you thought he was going to leave you, you cried a little

He also cried a little: “MC, you werethe one who taught me to let things on the past go, why would I leave you? I loveyou, nothing will ever change that! Just forget it and move on. Move on withme” you hugged and kissed him, no porn in the world could ever have such apassionate scene like that

Later that night, when you werecuddling, you told him if he was curious and wanted to watch it, you wouldn’tmind. He considered the idea, but refused. What was the point if you weremoving on, anyway?

Zen

Youwere dating for a while, and every time he talked about moving in together ortaking further steps on the relationship, you would back away

Hecouldn’t understand why, because he knew you liked him as much as he liked you

Younoticed him struggling, and you couldn’t handle anymore

Youmade him sit and told him everything. You were younger and desperate for money,you didn’t actually regret it, but wasn’t really proud.

Actually,this was never a problem for you until you started dating, because now you knewthis could be a scandal in his promising career

Youknew how those tabloids could drag you to the mud, you and him. So, for thefirst time, you were really ashamed of what you did, tears rolled down fromyour eyes

Hefelt hurt, not because of what you did, but because of what the media could doto you. A lovely, sweet girl like you could be destroyed because of such a sillything like that. Yes, silly.

Youwanted to break up for his job’s sake, he didn’t let you. Your love was toostrong and could overcome anything.

Youwere so overwhelmed, you had the most perfect boyfriend in the world! Why didyou even think leaving him would be good for you? He was your true and onlyhappiness

Butyou were still very self conscious, so Zen asked Seven to make the videodisappear from the internet.

Sevensaid he owned him one, but it was just for tease, he was happy to do this foryou. He kept a copy on a flash drive and gave to you two.

Zengot into an inner debate about watching it or not. You said you didn’t mind, hewas afraid, but yet very curious

Youwatched together, he was concerned about releasing the beast watching this,well… the beast was laughing hard!

Theplot, the lightning, the make-up… awful! You pretended you were offended, butlaughed too.

Hedestroyed the flash drive and kissed you. “Now… my princess, we don’t need cameras,let’s do our own scene, and ours can have much more quality.”

Jaehee

Youcut the crap and told her as soon as you started dating

Itwasn’t full porn, it was just one of those Spring Break videos with drunk girlsshowing her boobs and letting guys take shots of tequila on her bodies

Noneof you were embarrassed, it was lame, and you looked almost unrecognizable.

 Shechuckled a little because you looked so silly and completely different from whoyou were today.

Shedidn’t like seeing you making out with another girl on video, but oh well… thepast is in the past, and you were different now, you wouldn’t do things likethat now

“Yougot paid for this?”

“Yeah,with a bottle of tequila”

 You told her all the crazy stuff you did on that holyday and MOM MODE was activated

“You’rehere and everything is fine, but you could be in real trouble, MC. What if theproducers of this forced you to do something? And you didn’t even make moneyout of this? They shouldn’t exploit drunk naïve girls like that.”

Andnow FEMINIST MODE was on too: “Seriously! What’s wrong with this industry? Theysexualize and objectify girls, they make money on them, and all you got was atequila?”

Shegot a point, but Jaehee chill, this was a long time ago

“No,that’s it! What’s the name of the studio that shot this? I’m writing them anemail, if they don’t send you money, I’m taking this to court”

Nowshe was the one being naïve, and you were embarrassed

Butit was very cute to see your girlfriend so ready to fight for you

Jumin

It’sthe same case as Zen. He was ready to go further, you were backing away

Youknew this could be a scandal, and you didn’t want to tell him, because you wereterrified of his possible reaction

Andthen he confronted you. Why didn’t you want a relationship with him? It wasbecause of his possessiveness? Because he was too cold?

Youfelt horrible seeing him like this, he wasn’t the problem at all

Butyou were too scared to tell him, so instead, you actually showed him

He was shocked! What were you thinking?

“Ineeded the money for college.”

“Youcould’ve asked me”

“Ididn’t even know you back then”

 “Well…ok.”

Hedidn’t ask anything, he didn’t even say anything else. Oh boy… this was evenscarier than you thought.

Youhaven’t heard anything from him for a couple of days and just thought it wasover. You wished you two could have solved this in a more mature way, but…well, you weren’t in the position to demand anything from him.

However,one day, he appeared at your house. “It’s taken care of”

“Whatdo you mean?”

“Atfirst, I wanted to arrest the producers and everyone that saw that video, butmy lawyer told me there’s no crime because you weren’t a minor. So I paidLuciel to at least make that video disappear from the face of the earth. I evenlet him play with Elizabeth the 3rd, I would do anything for you, sokeep that in mind before running away from me.”

“I– I didn’t run away, I just thought you didn’t want anything to do with meanymore, this could ruin your reputation! I mean… a corporate heir and a…”

“Don’teven think about finishing that sentence, MC! No one can talk about you likethat, not even you, you hear me? I love you! I don’t mind your past, everythingthat matters is the present and, most important, our future together. I’m usedto media trash talking, so don’t even think a trivial thing like that couldmake me dislike you.”

 Youdidn’t have an answer, at least not one with words, so you just kissed him overand over

Andwhen you were cuddling in your bed, he smirked. “So… are you still able to dothe position you did on minute 23:17 on the video?”

“Howmany times did you watch it?”

Saeyoung

Well,he knew because of the background check

Hewould never bring it up if you haven’t done first

Youexplained your situation back then, he fell sad for you, but that didn’t matteranymore

 “So…now I can watch it without feeling guilty?”

“Asif you haven’t watched before”

“IDIDN’T! I SWEAR TO GOD!”

Youdidn’t believe at first, but you changed your mind when you two startedwatching

Becauseit was a freaking secret agent plot, and it was so bad! And you could tell hewas reacting to this for the very first time

 Andhe pointed out all the inconsistencies on the story

“Youcould never carry a gun on a outfit like that, your target would totally see itand shoot you first”

“Theboss would never show his face like that, let alone showing you his-“

“Okay,that’s it! Turn it down!”

“Nooooo,it’s so funny!”

Hegot into a debate with himself about deleting the video of the site. Althoughhe wanted to keep those scenes of you all to himself, he couldn’t  deprive the world of such a masterpiece

Buthe deleted after all, and kept a copy for him

Youwere happy that he was so chill about that, but you knew he was going to teaseyou about it forever!

Whenyou were in bed at night, he crawled up over you, gave you a deep kiss andwhispered in your ear. “Now I’m gonna teach you how to properly finish atarget, my hot little spy”

Saeran

Healso did a background check on you before leading you to the apartment

Atthat time, this wasn’t really relevant for him and his plans

Afterhe recovered, he totally forgot about that

Untilyou brought it up when you started dating

Blushingmess. Oh my god, he looked at you and couldn’t believe such a cute creature coulddo all those things in front of a fucking camera

 Youfelt bad for making him uncomfortable and apologized

Andnow he was the one feeling bad because you were just being honest about yourpast, and hell, who was he to judge the stupid things you did?

 Youwere his, so yes, he made that video disappear

Butto show you he was ok with that, he kept a copy and you watched together

Hescoffed. “You were totally faking it!”

“What?No, I wasn’t!”

“Ofcourse you were! When I fuck you like that, you make a completely differentnoise.”

‘Howdo you know I’m not faking it with you, then?” you teased, he responded with awicked glare at you.

“First,we’re gonna burn that copy. Then I’m gonna make you pay for even suggestingthat! I know your body very well and how it react to my touch… and I’m gonnaremind you of that all night!”