#we don't want your picture books with crayon all over them

[pretzel-box]

The scars we share [Leon Kennedy Soulmate AU] [Part 1]

Warnings: Mentions of scars

Tags: Fluff, comfort, Leon as a protective friend!

Words: 1.3k

Summary: You and your soulmate share scars. While you worry about them, the man you met in the supermarket worries about you.

"In this world people find their soulmate through the strangest things. Sharing a red string. Seeing the world in black and white till the right person appear or having a word written on your arm. Every pair of soulmate has an unqiue bonding."

The page ends there. The paragraph in this book alone left you annoyed and you smashed it straight against the wall, hoping it will throw away your negative feelings too. The excitment of having an own soulmate quickly disappeared, when you found out that your supposed partner and you shared scars. Every time when they get hurt, you get the same scar. Same the other way around. First it was nothing to worry about, it was simple things like a cut on the finger. This was the first scar that they gave you. A small white line on your pinky finger, like a pinky promise that your soulmate will forever be a part of you.

Over the time, the scars appeared more frequent. On your chest, shoulder, hips and legs. First it worried you, maybe your fated person was in danger? But time passed and it quickly became a bothersome issue. Yes, you're still worried for them but at the same time people thought you're the one in danger.

Thats how you met Leon, some millitary guy at the store. The man actually had trouble buying groceries, so you kindly helping him out. While taking a pack of dishwasher tabs from the higher asile shelves, the sleeve from your shirt fell down, exposing the rather nasty scars on your arm. The man definitly noticed since he started to ask in a low tone. "Are you okay?" The sudden low-voiced question caught you off guard and it took a moment for you to realize what he was talking about. "Oh, those? It's from my soulmate. Don't worry, I'm absolutely fine!" You forced yourself to laugh and hoped it reassured the worrying man. It was sweet for him to worry about you, despite knowing you for only a short moment.

Leon and you ended up becoming friends and exchanging phone numbers. He is an absolute sweetheart despite his stoic and serious face. And he ended up giving some useful tips for treating scars. Apparently even an military guy like him does a good skincare routine. He would also check up on you a lot, asking for your well-being and if you got more scars. He was like your personal male mom-friend.

Few days passed and you're sitting on the couch, caressing your elbow. Your soulmate actually managed to give you both a scar on the elbow. Exactly when you wanted to groan in frustration, a message popped up on your phone display.

'One new message from Mr.Lele'

Leon was sending you a link for a pricey skin lotion. Quite the sum for your poor budget.

"For your scars, I could give you some to try out." Sweet carrying mom-friend.

This was the reason for your first visit in his minimalistic appartment, and you could swear this man has more dust in his home than furniture at this point. He excused it by explaining that he's usually on business trips or crashing at other places. The whole appartment was just a cheap space to store the things he owned. It was hard to make out what kind of person Leon really was based on his belongings. While he fetched the lotion from the small bathroom, you walked around his bedroom and looked at the different items. Among them was a cute little postcard with a childish drawing, on it were three people presented as stickmans. A brown haired woman in a red jacket, a small blond girl and a blond man in a police uniform. Over their heads was a huge text written in a red crayon. "ThAnK yoU foR sAvIng Me YoUr SherRy." Sweet.

Next to it was a picture, it showed Leon standing in a line with other men who wore military uniform.

That was all. Everything else didn't showed any important items. Just some dusty untouched books in a bookshelf that are serving as decoration, a dead potted plant and a simple selection of clothes thrown lazily over a chair.

"Got it." His smooth voice catched your attention. In an instant you turned around and greeted him with a smile before looking at the small lotion box in his hand. "Mind if I?" He pointed to your arm that he already saw in the supermarket. You didn't turned him down and raised up your sleeve, displaying your arm to him. Leon started to hold your arm gently and traced the lines of the scars with his thumb. It was sending a tingle down the spine. Somehow it felt right to feel his touch just like that. You even missed the worried gaze he held. The man was totally focused on your arm, frowining softly as if he felt guilty for your scars.

"I know. They look bad. But I'm sure my soulmate didn't gave me those on purpose. I'm actually hoping that they are okay." A chuckle escaped your lips as you rambled about your scars and sorrows. The whole moment felt right, as if Leon always has been your friend and you know each other for ages. "Maybe they are clumpsy, or bravely spending their time saving other people." The man seemed less tense and lets out a content sigh. "They are probably sorry for hurting such a stunning person as yourself."

That caught your off guard and heat rushed into your cheeks. Did he just gave you a compliment? His thumb continued to caress the skin and you could feel the care and love he puts into his movements, it felt soothing and relaxing. You could melt right there just from the single touch he gave you. "It will be cold for a moment." He warns as he got some white lotion on his fingertips. He massaged it with care onto the scars. The steel blue eyes watched the movements of his hands closely.

"How come you know so much about scar-treatment? Is military rough to you?" You quickly came up with a topic to speak about before he was able to see the thick blush on your cheeks.

He hesitated, probably thinking about what to say next. Maybe it was embarassing for him to admit that he simply had a thing for skincare? Or he has a deep secret backstory? The thoughts made you smile to yourself. No matter what it was, it was cute that he's sharing his knowledge and experience with you.

"I got a soulmate." He starts. "They seem to live a pretty peaceful life." His eyes looked up to meet yours. The worries and guilt turned into certainty. "Or at least a violent-free one." His grip tightens around your arm, but it didn't hurt. "And they make me feel save. To know that they don't get in danger or have risky military operations like me, makes me feel happy."

The way he spoke was like a personal speech, as if he was sharing something personal and important with you.

"I wanna see them save but at the same time I hurt them."

"I'm sure you don't, Leon." You touch his cheek gently to cheer him up a bit. He sounds genuinely like a good person and there is no way he is capable of hurting someone. Especially someone that he shares a deep bond with.

"I hurt you." Leon pushes on your scar. "Multiple times." Then he lifts his arm and touches your elbow. Your hips, your leg, your shoulder... And thats the moment when the conclusion came into your mind. Your eyes widden and left your mouth agape. There are so many questions. So many words. And yet only one thing left your mouth.

"Are you hurt?"

[wandanatsbaby]

The Little Rose - 1

Series Masterlist | Intro

Warning: This series includes dark themes

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Wanda looked in the mirror to the 5 year old girl that was sitting in the back seat. The girl was playing happily with two barbies she had brought while occasionally looking out the window.

Wanda looked back at the road just in time to see the big New Jersey Sign. Just as they had passed the state border the little girl got tired of playing with barbies.

"Where are we going?" She asked Wanda as she started pushing herself up as far as her seat belt would let her.

"Sit down Detka! You're going to get hurt" Wanda scolded. "We are going to Westview for vacation" the girl nods happily as she gets in a small bookbag and grabs a coloring book and crayons.

"How much longer til get there?"

"2 hours. Why don't you draw me a pretty picture? I'll turn on some music"

"Okay!"

Wanda begins to mess with the radio looking for a good station until she pauses on a certain one

"A 5 year old girl named Rose Romanoff went missing today around 12:35pm. It is said the girl was last seen at a restaurant with her foster parents before she went to the bathroom. And didn't return. The girl was last seen wearing a sunflower dress with pigtails. She has red hair and Green eyes. if anyone sees her please report it to the authorities." Wanda looks back at the girl before turning the radio quickly and taking a deep breath.

As they get to their destination Wanda sighs and climbs out of the car before opening the back door and helping Rose out and picking her up, placing her on her hip and then grabbing her toys.

Wanda walks up the steps of the house and sets the girl down. Unlocking the door she let's Rose in and then looks around before stepping in herself.

Finally in the safety of her home Wanda gets a good look at the girl. Her red wavy hair had gotten longer since the last time she saw her. Her eyes are no longer as bright as they Once were in the compound and she had gotten a couple inches taller. The sunflower dress she wears has spots of dirt around the bottom and she wore a pair of flip flops that had some sort of cartoon character on them.

“Wandy?” Rose called for the women making her snap out of the memories.

“Yes, my little flower?”

“Why Amy an Mark no come? They alway come.” Wanda looked at Rose with a blank expression before squatting down to her level.

“Well Sweet girl your with me now. Mark and Amy are no longer going to be here. Just you and me.” Rose looked at Wanda confused. She doesn't understand what Wanda was saying. Amy and Mark had been with her since Natasha died. “Come on let me show you your room.”

Wanda stands back up and reaches her arm out for the girl to take.

Rose stops and looks at the room in awe. The walls were painted pastel pink roses and vines painted all over them. There was a small bed that had lots of pillows and stuffed animals on it with a glittery pink bedspread. A Toy box sat in the corner of the room next to a big doll house and finally there was a huge walk-in closet that already had multiple pieces of clothing in it.

“For me?” Rose asked Excitedly as she was already bouncing on her feet wanting to go inspect the toys.

“All for you. Why don’t you go play and look around while I start dinner. Does that sound okay Detka?” Rose nodded and then immediately ran over to the toy box pulling out dolls and furniture to start setting up her doll house. Wanda smiled before walking towards the kitchen where she started to prepare dinner.

She was so happy she finally had you again. You were home and Wanda was going to get to be your mom. She took a glance at the picture that was hanging on the living room wall. It was of Natasha and Wanda a couple months before she died. They had just started a relationship then and was getting ready to tell Rose about it before Natasha had- Wanda stops her thoughts and with a sad sigh continues to the kitchen.

Tags: @simpformelissa

[meowyjean]

marauders as architecture styles

remus as renaissance - neeerrddd; probably wished the great classics saw him and hoped they were proud of him; values silent independent reading time; gets excited over the golden ratio and symmetry and columns

james as post-modern - if you gave a child a paper and crayons and told them to make buildings but they forgot what you asked of them halfway through and just made whatever; let's stop repressing our feelings u guys; life's motto is have fun!

peter as mid-century modern - it ain't that deep bro; unassuming; "you don't need to do all that" (secretly wishes he could do all that); a repressed catholic virgin if you will; banging taste in furniture, shit taste in structures = don't judge a book by its cover

sirius as baroque - (i am biased and i love them); let's make a statement on every surface imaginable; let's put all our efforts and money to the pursuit of being pretty; oh and add gold. everywhere.

regulus as victorian - combination of dark and mysterious and the desire to be ornate; you would think he'd be gothic, but he just wants to sit on the plush seat in the library of his home, surrounded by unnecessary amounts of ornate moulding and picture frames

pandora as art nouveau - the fluid era not the geometrical one; bespoke everything; fun, fresh, flirty, frivolous; bonus points on her matching the art style of the era too (pandora fanart in an art nouveau style would be so)

mary as islamic - you can't keep your eyes off her; the intricate geometric AND symmetrical patterns, the lofty AND pointed arches; oh you feel hot in the courtyard? we'll put water there babes it isn't that serious

lily as neoclassical - whatever you can do, i can do better; "wake up babes, be so fucking fr"; it girl all-day every day; oh that was your style but she added to it and made it completely her own? yeah, sorry babes, she won, it's hers now

barty as high gothic - as in over the top, go big or go home, i want it so high, oh shit too high i need to add buttresses, "yo what if we put glass in thick ass walls and get risky with them and maybe even have fun with them while we're at it" high gothic

evan as industrial - sleek, lofty, no bullshit; i'm so confident in myself that you can look through me; wdym you're scared of this new construction material? look at me fucking bending it and making tall ass structures bitch

marlene as deconstructivism - nuh uh; fuck it, fuck you, fuck everything, fuck the police; thanks for letting me read the rules, now i'll be breaking them (and look good doing it)

dorcas as art deco - a cultural reset; get you a girl who is elegant AND artful; no one does dark and sophisticated quite like she does; plus she's fun and ornate too? she is the coolest girl to ever walk the campus

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[cg-saturn]

🌸🧸Online Little Playdate Ideas🧸🌸

Color together!

Obviously, the easiest way to entertain a Little is by setting a book and crayons in front of them. This works great for playdates too! Both Littles can work on individual pictures, or share and print an image before so you can do the same one! It a great time for baby babble and showing off those creative skills, and it's an activity you don't really need a cg around for which is great if they're busy or even of you don't have one!

Stuffie show and tell!

Every Little has a best friend that they're just dying to show off! Take turns holding up your friends and talking about them, even bring in other toys and comfort idems like rattles or blankies!! Take some time to learn about eachother's stuff, and appreciate that someone felt comfortable enough to share something so important to themselves with you! Just remember to always be respectful of eachothers stuff, you wouldn't want them being mean to yours.

Virtual tea party!

This one is great if there are CGs around, but they're not necessarily needed! Carefully get some of your favorite tea and "cheers" eachother over the screen! This is another fun time for stuffies and friends to join in, get them some cups as well! I suggest having a carer help with the hot tea and pouring, but if you don't have one avalible just make sure all the cups are empty before you overpour a glass!

Madlibs!

These are one of my all time favorite word games to play with kids! For anyone who doesn't know, Madlibs are a fill-in-the-blank story game. There are pre-made ones that you can find all over the internet, just search up key story ideas! The point of the game is to fill in the blanks with silly words before reading the story, and then reading your final silly product! Or, get creative and make your own story!

Story time!

This can be with or without a CG present! Find a favorite story and read to eachother! You could do picture books, and turn the book to show your friend all the pretty art, or if you have a CG both you and your friend can get cozy and listen to them read! Maybe if you both have the same book you can take turns reading to eachother!

Screen share Movies and TV!

Back before I lived with my angel, we would do this all the time! There are also apps you can use that are probably better quality than screen sharing, but it was the easiest way for us to access years ago. This way, you can watch movies or even whole TV seriers together!

Check reblog for more!

[bunnyscar]

Family

A week had already passed since Alan started living with Jeff and his sister. Under Jeff’s urging, the two boys had stayed home from school to let Alan recover from his malnutrition and settle in to his new home. For the first few days, Alan stayed in his room and slept most of the time. Even when he did begin to stay awake longer and came out of his room more often, he avoided conversation and spent most of the time with his nose in a textbook.

Finally, one day, when Alan was sitting in the living room perusing his textbook, Jeff asked, “Say, Alan, do you have any hobbies?”

“Hobbies?” Alan looked up from his textbook with a glare. His face always looked angry, Jeff was realizing, whether he was actually upset or not.

“Yeah, like sports or reading or playing games or something.”

Alan contemplated a moment, then shook his head. “Not really. Why?” he asked.

“Well, I want to get you know you better, especially since we’re housemates now. I thought doing something together would be a good way to learn about each other.”

Alan grunted and turned back to his notebook. “There’s not that much to learn about me that I haven’t told you. I don’t have hobbies. I wasn’t remotely human until a year ago, so I don’t know much about the world or about humans. There’s not much I can talk about,” he muttered.

“Even if it’s only been a year that you remember, I’d still be interested in hearing about your life.”

“You...would?” Alan looked up hesitantly, his expression still fierce and angry. But Jeff thought he could almost see a longing in those eyes as well.

“Of course! And I’d be happy to tell you more about the world, if you’d like to learn.”

Alan didn't speak for a moment, then said, “Coloring.”

“Coloring?” Jeff asked, somewhat confused.

“Isn’t there something called coloring books? What is it?”

Jeff smiled. “A coloring book is a book with pictures, but the pictures are all white and you get to add the color using crayons or pencils. I used to love coloring books as a kid. I think we might still have some lying around somewhere, our grandpa used to keep buying us them even when after we grew up. I'll go get one.”

A few moments later, Jeff came back from his room, holding a book with a dog on the front cover and the words Furry Friends across the top. Plopping himself next to Alan on the couch, he set a box of colored pencils on the coffee table in front of them. "Why don't you take a break from your studying and try it out?" he encouraged. Alan slowly put his textbook down and nodded.

“Hey boys, I got the goods!” Jeff’s sister called, grinning widely as she entered the apartment, carrying two full bags that looked rather heavy. Alan and Jeff looked up from the coloring book. They had been coloring all afternoon, and Jeff had not even noticed that it was almost dinnertime.

"Welcome back, Tessa," he greeted his sister cheerfully. "Sorry we didn't get any dinner ready. We got engrossed in coloring." He glanced at Alan, who was still intently filling in a cat with purple.

“Ooh, coloring! That takes me back,” Tessa said, peering over Jeff’s shoulder. “No worries about dinner, I can cook. By the way, Alan, any food ya don’t like?”

Alan finally looked up, shrugged, and said, “There isn’t any food I do like, except for meat. I’ll eat whatever, but it’s all tasteless to me.”

“Oh?” Tessa raised an eyebrow and turned back to the kitchen to put away the bags of blood she had obtained. “We’ll just have to hunt for something you can like!”

“I doubt it will work,” Alan muttered but Tessa just winked at him.

“Don’t underestimate the culinary expertise of your big sister!”

“Big sister?” Alan repeated. “We aren’t related.”

“Aww, come on,” Tessa said, stepping over to him and ruffling his hair, “We’re gonna be living in the same house now, don’t be shy!”

Jeff gave Alan an apologetic shrug. “It’s best to humor her, Alan. She’s just being friendly.” Alan frowned, but finally agreed to call her big sister.

“All right, leave it to me, I’ll whip us up some yummy dinner!” she cried, rolling up her sleeves and marching into the kitchen.

When they sat down to eat dinner, Tessa placed a steaming plate of food in front of Alan, saying, “Ta da! Stir fry with veggies and chicken!” Alan stared at his plate so intently, that Jeff began to worry that he must hate stir fry. Finally, though, Alan picked up his fork and took a bite.

“Arisa used to make this,” he murmured, the vicious look in his eyes softening a bit, in a way Jeff had not seen before.

“Arisa? Isn’t she that lady that dumped you?” Tessa asked with a frown.

“Dumped?” Alan asked blankly.

“It means abandoned,”Jeff explained. Turning to his sister he said, “But maybe there was a reason she had to leave so suddenly.”

“A reason for leaving without saying goodbye or giving any explanation? Any way you look at it, she doesn’t have good intentions. I don’t mean to upset you, but it seems to me like this Arisa lady ain’t trustworthy,” Tessa said with a scowl.

Slowly, Alan replied, “Maybe. But, I have a feeling she got in trouble because of me and couldn’t contact me before she had to leave.”

“Ah, you mean trouble because you’re not registered with the ministry?” Tessa said thoughtfully.

Jeff and Alan exchanged glances. Jeff had not told Tessa about how Alan had been created as a monster or where he’d come from, only that he was a vampire, that a lady named Arisa had been taking care of him before, and that for special reasons Alan could not be registered by the ministry. Just as Jeff had predicted, Tessa accepted the explanation without question. Though she probably suspected there was something more going on, she trusted her brother enough to know what could and couldn’t be revealed. It was not surprising then that she would expect the problem to lie with Alan’s illegal vampire status instead of his escape from an underground organization.

“How long were you with this lady, anyway?” Tessa asked.

Alan paused in his eating. “Perhaps a year or a little more.”

“What was she like?”

“She was...kind, like Jeff, though much more cautious. She wouldn’t just go into a dark alley by herself without being prepared,” Alan said with a glare at Jeff, “but she was always doing nice things for me. Always helping me. Even if it meant she was in danger.” Alan fell silent, looking broodingly at his water glass.

“She sounds like a great person,” Jeff said encouragingly.

“Hmm, well if you say so,” Tessa said.

“By the way, Sis, where did you end up getting the blood?” Jeff asked.

Tessa winked. “Oh, I have connections with the head of a blood bank. He owes me several favors, so I tol’ him he could sell me the blood every other week in return. I even got a discount!”

Alan scowled. “So basically you’re getting the blood illegally,” he said flatly.

“Oy, you don’t get to complain! You’re basically illegal anyway,” Tessa huffed. Seeing Alan’s eyes narrow, she waved a hand and laughed, “I’m just teasing you! But you know, there really isn’t another way to get the blood, if we’re keeping your existence hidden from the ministry.”

Alan grunted an agreement. After a pause, he said hesitantly, “I...want to thank you both...for letting me stay with you and for not turning me in to the ministry.” He paused, glaring at the floor. “I...I’m not good at being around people. There’s a lot of things I don’t know or understand, about the world, about people and how to act around them. Arisa was teaching me how to live in society, but now that she’s gone—would you—would you teach me?”

Jeff smiled and put an arm around Alan’s shoulders. “I already told you I would, didn’t I?” he chuckled.

Tessa grinned wide and put her arms around both boys. “Ya know, Alan, you’re a sweet kid, ain’t ya? Even though you look like you could kill someone with that glare of yours. Haha, well we’ll teach you anything you wanta know! Now you’re staying with us, we’re practically family anyway.”

“Family?” Alan murmured, and for the second time the fierceness in his eyes softened a bit. He did not know for sure what it meant to be a family. But there was time. Time to learn, time to make relationships with Jeff and Tessa, time to become human.

[cpknightly1]

Hello My Surgy Buddies,

How is life?. How are you?. Yes it's me. I'm still here. Was taking a vacation from the internet. No seriously I ripped a tendon and ligament in my wrist. Yesss it's gotten worse. I'm scared out of my gourd. I'm a musician and artist. First the throat now the hand. Try playing "Animal Crossing" one handed.

I need my voice and both hands. It's taken 3 months so far just to get in to the Dr. I'm waiting for a week to get an MRI. This f@#%&$@ thing hurts. But I wasn't going to a hospital for a wrist. (pity party)

I can handle pain very well. If i hurt myself i don't scream, I cuss. Most of the time it's "SON OF A BITCH"! When i hurt my ankles at the front door, you can hear me yelling it on the ring.! Lmao.

I had to warn the Orthopedic Dr. That I have a knee jerk reaction. If they touch the really painful part my right arm lifts in the air and makes a fist like I'm going to sock someone. He asked me if I'd ever hit someone. I hadn't but I think I scared him lmao. What does he do? Uh huh. He goes "Whoa ok!"

It's strange to learn how much you use your other hand, you thought you didn't use. I may be headed for surgery. So maybe we can meet up share our stories over a few ice packs. I've pretty much played hard and worked hard in my life.

Everyone is healing well..You'd better say yes fgs. And staying out of this heat.

Get 2 gowns together and decorate them, crayons, markers whatever you can find. Put them together. Now strut the halls and tell everyone you're wearing the latest fashion from "Johnson and Johnson".

It looks as if Tumbler has changed a lot. I shouldn't have been away so long.

My third story is finished but I'm still trying to decide who I should publish with. I highly doubt that Christian Publishing would be interested in my work. "Gay???, I'm sorry you understand your work is about lesbians"? PFFFFT!

I've read about Katie's new project. I hope she's enjoying it. Any news about when it will be released? Where is she? I miss you!

Oh, I almost forgot. I've seen many things that are new to me. New shows that I haven't seen. I think it's kinda silly to send a "like" to something I know nothing about yet. Please don't take it personally.

I sent a gift recently I truly hope you got it. It was a bit corny but I still hope you received it.

I had a laugh the other day. Apparently someone was doing a background check on me. I giggled at it. But then thought ok this could be a bad person. Then I thought well hmm, who would want to know more about me fgs?

There may be a bad thing in there. All I remember was a ticket I got in 83'. Could be good news to an employer. Yep.

Phyllis keep your trap shut. Lmao

We got kicked out of a theater for laughing too much. Seriously? The movie was "Das Boot" !! It was a very long movie.

The latest titled Book is "A Chilly Vacation". It's more like my first book.. "Feathers" ...better. The second needs a rewrite...big time. Ok.."She's A Maniac" just hit my phones. So I'm dancin' in my bed. No..don't try and picture it..ROTFLMAO.

Ok, serious here.

"Heat Stroke" can be deadly. The temperatures are really bad out there. Stand or sit in the shade. Keep hydrated a lot! If you don't have a breeze..make one. FAN, a trick here. Place a chair behind the fan on the back of the chair hang a cold/frozen towel!. Turn on the fan, let it pull the cold air out to you.

Another trick. Put some wet washcloths in the refrigerator. When you use them put them on the back of your neck. Or the underarm , the fold of skin on the thighs near...well you know or behind the knees. These areas are "heat keepers". I call them. The neck is usually the best and forehead also. But the forehead warms the cloth fast. If you have ice that's good too. Remember to protect your skin from direct ice skin contact.

If you're feeling nauseous this is a warning sign. You could feel faint. Make sure you've eaten. But HYDRATE. Try staying away from carbonated beverages. Ice teas, lemonade just plain water. Watch the sugar levels here too. There are so many hydrating products out there. Find the one you like. Gatorade-lite, etc. Get into the tub with cool water. But never when you feel faint or nauseous.

Last year was a nightmare here. No air conditioning for 2 weeks. Don't overdue or exert yourselves. Keep the kiddies, both human and furry, out of the sun and heat. Their little bodies are more fragile.

My sister had heat exhaustion because her band instructor made them run marching drills in full uniform. Yup she passed out. So please folks take care of yourselves.

Stay coooollll!

Always,

Chris

🌹❤️🙃

[ragsy]

controversial opinion, but donating your old books to libraries isn't usually the universally charitable deed most people think it is. most public libraries don't have the space, staff, or budget to sort through used books in the off chance that one or two out of a hundred are in good enough condition to add to their collection.

it's always a good idea to call ahead and ask what, if any, materials the library might accept as a donation. you'd be surprised what they will and won't take! my library flat-out refuses encyclopedias and textbooks, which takes a lot of people by surprise. on the other hand, the same library is always accepting donations of jigsaw puzzles and used magazines! it doesn't hurt to ask.

if you have old books you don't want and need to get rid of, i suggest finding a used bookstore, a charity that specializes in distributing used books, or a local school and/or retirement community.

if you just want to support your local library, that's great! just... ask them what they need, instead of assuming. most libraries would be much happier to receive a crisp $20 bill than a boxload of dusty paperbacks.

[a66-1]

Daycare (part 1)

warnings: mentions of self harm, death, curse words, social anxiety, mentions of abuse.

also sunny will not be like normal, this is not a cheery post. sunny and moon are a comfort character for me and i like making stories of them being comforting.

also. another also lmao, i have writers block and have been working on it for a week now, so imma just post this to get it out, and ill try to continue.

part 2 of Another Nightmare is almost done!

You mumble to yourself as kids' wiz by and play. You've found yourself a secluded corner. It's less populated than most of the daycare, but a few kids still wander over here. You want to be alone. It's been unbearable. Your arms ache at the burns and cuts that follow up your arm. You haven't been feeling it lately, have you?

Maybe your... too much...?

You sigh and pull out your sketchbook to continue a picture. For a 10-year-old, you find yourself quite skilled. You hear the daycare attendant call everyone. You zone him out to finish drawing. You put down your pencil and grab your crayons, but then you notice a figure standing next to you.

"Hey friend! It's time to eat," he says, reaching out his hand to help you up. You shake your head.

"I ate earlier, I'm not hungry..." You continue coloring, hoping he goes away. He gets down to your level. You sniff and look at him.

"Everyone ate earlier, we eat now. Come on, now. You can come back here after lucnh," he said, picking you up. You squirm as he carries you to a table. He puts you down in front of lunch and goes off to help feed the younger ones. You mess with your food with your fork for a minute, then you quietly slither off back to your art. Thankfully Sunny didn't notice. It was too loud. Too much. Too many people. You didn't need it; you didn't want food.

"Friend, you need to eat," His voice quietly behind you. You jump a little and turn around. You tilt your head down a little, looking at the buttons on his shirt. He picks you up again.

"I'm not hungry, I want to draw!" You whine a little, your hands propping you up.

He ignores that and pulls an empty table away from the rest of the kids. He sits you down, and hands you the same lunch. He sits next to you, looking away. Not to bother you, but to make sure you ate. You hated he wouldn't go away. He's persistent.

You pushed the food away, huffing. Sunny looks to you. He doesn't speak, he just pulls the food back. Why aren't you being... Hit? Or at least, yelled at. You finally gave in and ate a little bit of the food. Not a lot, but some.

"You gotta eat all of it, little friend," he says, picking your fork up. He scoops some of the potatoes up and held them by your mouth.

He was gonna make you eat if he had to. You allowed him to help, but you felt like a child. Nevertheless, you finished, and Sunny cleaned up your plate. You got up and rushed to your sketch book, so you could draw in peace. You notice Sunny wandering over to you. You look up to him, clutching your sleeves.

"Hey friend. What's going on, buddy?" He bends down to your level. You cover your face and shake your head. Sunny pats your back, as you try your best to cover your tears. He doesn't leave your side but respects your silence.

"I-i.. I don't... Don't f-feel right..." You speak.

"Mm.." He mumbles, his arm around you. You finally break down and sink out of your chair. You know how to control your crying, but still.

You don't feel alive at this point.

Sunny sighs, and takes you into his arms, rubbing your back.

You yank at your hair, trying to divert your pain to something else. Sunny begins to brush through your hair, preventing you from pulling. You look up to him, your eyes red and puffy, and tears strolling down your face.

"Why? Why do you care? Why are you caring? Why can't you leave me alone, why do you have to try?" You say, trying to wipe your tears. Sunny looks confused.

Isn't this care supposed to be normal?

Why aren't you used to it?

[massivetyrantduck]

We're back! Incorrect quotes part 3 let's go

Warriors, texting in the group chat: I wonder what Apple shots would look like?

Steam(im experimenting with names for him): *Sends a picture of of a syringe with an apple slice shoddily edited inside*

Legend: *Sends a picture of a shot glass with an Apple poorly drawn inside*

Hyrule: *Sends picture of person dunking a Basketball into the hoop but replaced the basketball with a poorly resized apple*

Warriors: I hate all of you.

~

Steam: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Legend: Not by the law!

~

First: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Wind , nodding: Knife Monopoly.

First: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

~

Twilight: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.

Legend: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Sky: Fuck you.

~

First, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK??

First, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

~

Time: Wake me up-

Steam: Before you go go

Wild: When September ends

Warriors: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

~

Time: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Wild: Bet you I can!

Steam: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

~

Time: Guys where did Wild go?

Twilight: They got arrested.

Time: How the hell-

Wild: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

~

Wind : I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.

Hyrule: Sky is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Wind .

Sky: I feel like Wind is the more responsible one of us two though.

Wind : We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Sky: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

~

Wind : Oh, my God. Do you know what this is?

Time: It’s a book. There’s a lot of those in here, this is a library.

~

Legend: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

~

Twilight: So... what’s goin’ on?

Steam: You want the long version or the short version?

Twilight, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Steam: Shit’s fucked.

Twilight: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

~

Hyrule: I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I'm under.

~

Time: Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon.

Hyrule: Cool.

Time: Do you know who Joe is?

Hyrule: JOE MAMA!

Wind , not even looking up from their phone: Damn, that backfired.

~

Time: I have an idea.

First: A good idea?

Time: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

~

Legend: We’re about to do the tazer challenge. You want in?

Twilight: What's the tazer challenge?

Steam: We taze eachother, then drink. (no Steam my hc is that ur 17 and my hc is drinking age in hyrule is 18 dont underage drink)

Twilight: How do you win?

Legend: What are you, a lawyer? You want in or not?

~

Warriors: Do you have a bobby pin?

First: Yeah. *searches in their hair*

First: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.

~

First: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag.

Steam: way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.

~

Time: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Hyrule: Mine just says "Hyrule no."

Time: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

~

Twilight, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.

Legend: Do you think other people can’t hear you?

~

Hyrule: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence.

Legend: ...Don’t you mean benevolence?

Hyrule: No.

Legend: *proud mentor noises*

~

Legend: I'll offer you some friendly advice-

Wind : I don't want your advice.

Legend: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

~

Hyrule: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Hyrule: That's why I own TEN guns.

Hyrule: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

~

Time: Stressed.

Four: Depressed.

Twilight: Possessed.

First: Obsessed.

Wind : Impressed.

Warriors: Chicken breast.

Everyone: ...What?

Warriors: I just wanted to join in.

~

Hyrule: Good morning.

Wind : Good morning.

Wild: Good morning.

Warriors: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Four: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!

~

Warriors: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

~

Four(Blue and Vio): BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.

Time: That is not something you actually have installed.

Four: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

~

Time: If I run and leap at First, they will most certainly catch me in their arms.

Time, running towards First: Coming in!

First: No! I’m holding coffee!

First: *Drops coffee and catches Time*

~

Time: You know you can die from that, right?

Sky: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Wind : *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Legend: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

[bts-reveries]

mini me | 27

+photos!

The group had just finished unpacking and filling the fridge with food. By the looks of it, it looked like you were packing for a week when, really, you just had several mouths to feed. 

-in the play room-

“Wait! Soojinie~” Huimang giggled, grabbing the crayon out of the younger girl’s hand. “You draw a puppy like this!”

“Let her draw how she wants it,” Hana says, taking the crayon back from her and giving it to Soojin. “Dogs can be pink too~” 

“Noo,” Moonji says. “There’s no pink doggies.”

“Minseok hyung!” Sian yells, bursting into laughter as he chased the older one around the room. 

“Get Youngjae first not me!” Minseok yells, jumping over the babies as he tries to get away from Sian. Mingyu frowns, getting up on his feet to follow his hyungs. Haneul does the same and the two try their best to catch up, unfortunately for them, the older boys found this funny and began running around them in circles.

“Hey!” Soojin yells. “Don’t be mean to my baby brother,” she says, dropping her crayons and running towards Haneul and Mingyu. 

“We’re just playing with them Soojin-ah,” Sian says, stopping in front of her. 

“Yeah! We’re not being mean, they like it when we play with them!” Youngjae says, kneeling down to the babies’ level. “Right?” He says, tickling them both under their chins, making both of them giggle. 

“Soojin are you going to finish this? Moonji’s about to color all over it,” Hana calls out. Soojin immediately lets go of the two boys and runs back to the table.

“Here Soojinie,” Huimang says, handing her another crayon. 

“Can I color this one~” Moonji asks, looking up at Soojin. 

“Yeah, here!”

“Youngjae-ah, Sianie, do you want to go play outside?-- oh! And you guys too,” Minseok says, inviting the youngests. 

“Yeah I want to go,” Youngjae says. “Do you want to come?” He asks Mingyu and Haneul, holding out his hands. The two babies take it and Youngjae walks towards the door with both of them on each side.

—

“Where are the kids,” Yoongi asks, walking into the main room. The girls were all gathered at the table, talking amongst themselves. Jungkook and Jin were arguing over which game they should play. Jimin and Taehyung were picking karaoke songs. And lastly, Namjoon was showing Hoseok the book he was currently reading.

Sohyun looks up and points behind her.

“They’re all in the room playing.”

“We should all go out while the sun’s still out,” Yoongi says, scratching his head as he walked towards the room to get the kids. 

“That’s true,” Mae says, already getting up to grab the bottle of sunscreen she has in her bag.

Yoongi opens the door to the kids’ play room, almost hitting the kids walking out.

“Oh-- I’m sorry I didn’t see you guys,” Yoongi apologizes. The loud playroom goes quiet and the nine kids in the room just stares at him. 

“Are you all having fun,” Yoongi asks, stepping into the room. Youngjae and the two babies back up.

“Yes daddy,” Hana says as she gets back to coloring.

“AI--” Yoongi yelps out as Sian jumps onto his leg. 

“Uncle can we go plaaaaaaay~” He asks, smiling up at Yoongi. Him and Jungkook both had the same cheeky smile. 

“Ousside,” Haneul says, pointing out the door.

“Yeah, that’s what I came in here for,” Yoongi says, prying Sian off of his leg.

“Uncle are we going outside by ourselves?” Soojin asks.

“No, we’re all going outside so clean your stuff up and we’ll all go. Okay?” Soojin nods, and the girls all grab a box and start placing all the crayons in. The boys helped tidy around as well. 

“Less go out!” Haneul tells Youngjae. 

“We need to help clean first,” he tells them, walking them over to where the other kids were. 

“Ah~ What good kids, go into the main room when you’re done okay?” Yoongi says walking back out.

“Yes!” They all say.

“Are you girls taking the kids out?” Hoseok asks, stretching and laying on the floor. 

“No, we’re taking the kids out,” Sarang says, walking up to her husband and grabbing his hands, pulling him up. “It’s family time lazy butt.” 

“Are we all going out?” Namjoon asks, taking off his glasses, running a hand through his hair. 

“Who’s idea was it to go camping?? You love nature!” Byul exclaims.

“I did and I do, I just wanted to read right now,” Namjoon says, standing up and putting his book down. “But if we’re going out, we’re going out.” 

“Namjoon and I are so different~” Jin says, sprawled across the floor, closing his eyes. Jungkook frowns, throwing down the board game he just picked out. Apparently there were ten kids on this trip. 

“If Jin hyung’s staying here, so am I,” Jungkook says, laying next to Jin.

“We’re done!” Sian yells running into the living room, dropping down to where his dad was at. “Daddy let’s go play!” Sian yells into his ear. 

“I don’t want to~” Jungkook groans.

“Let’s go outside!” Soojin yells as she runs out, immediately jumping onto Jin’s chest. 

“OoMPH--”

“I want to sleep~” Jungkook says, turning to his side, wrapping his arm around Jin and kicking his leg over his. 

“nO!” Soojin yells, pushing Jungkook’s arms away. 

“Mm… yes,” Jungkook mumbles, putting his arm back on Jin.

“NooOoO,” she says again, pushing him off. “Daddy’s mine,” she says, leaning down and wrapping her arms around Jin.

“Can we go outside pLEASE,” Sian insisted, tugging on Jungkook. Jungkook lets out a groan and continues to cuddle into Jin’s side. 

The two begin to pout as their dads wouldn’t cooperate with them. 

“Jungkook get up before you make the twins cry,” Rina says, calling the two twins since they’re the same age. Both Jin and Jungkook proceeded to get up, picking up their kids along the way.

“Moonji-ah! We’re going to go out baby,” Namjoon calls as Moonji was still in the room. She runs out at the sound of her dad’s voice and hands him a picture she drew.

“Oh is this for me?” Namjoon asks. Moonji nods, reaching up to get carried. “Thank you sweetheart, I’ll put it here where my book’s at okay,” he says as he carries her.

Minseok was already getting his sunscreen on with his mom. Mae looks around for Haneul.

“Where’s my baby?” She says. Jin raises his hand.

“I’m right here.” Mae playfully rolls her eyes as Jin laughs. 

“Where’s mine,” Yuna says as well, getting up from her seat.

“Right here,” Jimin says, copying Jin. 

“Youngjae is with them in the room,” Huimang informs them.

“We already cleaned up everything so I don’t know what they’re doing,” Hana says, running back to the room. 

You follow her into the room, along with Yuna and Taehyung. 

“Mommy I don’t think Mingyu wants to go outside,” Youngjae says as soon as you walk in. 

Mingyu was on the floor, playing with a little toy car. 

“Less go ousside!” Haneul says, crouching down to tell the younger one. 

“You can’t stay here by yourself buddy, we’re all going,” Yuna says, walking over to pick up Mingyu. 

“Thanks for watching him Youngjae, you’re such a sweet boy,” Yuna tells him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. 

“Let’s go Haneul,” Youngjae says holding onto his hand once again. 

“You’re already such a good big brother,” Taehyung tells your son, looking back up at you.

“We’re ready for another one,” he tells you, smiling widely, as if you two have been married for years and have been raising Youngjae together.

You laugh shaking your head. “Let’s date for at least a month before we talk about anything as far as kids,” you say as you follow the kids out. 

-

“Let’s go hiking,” Namjoon says, slinging his arm around Byul. Her eyes widen and she stops walking.

“H-hike?” She stutters. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. Let’s go,” He says. Byul groans as she follows both Namjoon and Moonji to their cars so they can drive up to the hiking trails.

“You’re going to make me hike AND drive??” She complains. 

“I was going to read but you insisted we get out,” Namjoon says with a smile. “It’ll be worth it, don’t worry~”

-

“Shall we go for a walk?” Jimin says to Yuna. She nods, putting Mingyu down. Right when his little feet touched the ground he was off.

“Oh, we’re running,” Yuna says, running after her son. Jimin laughs as Mingyu’s little legs don't stop. He’s been walking a lot lately, but this was the first time he was running running.

“When did his legs get so strong!?” Yuna exclaims, running next to him.

-

“What should we do?” Jin asks, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Let’s play tag!” Sian yells, running towards Jin and slamming his hand onto Jin’s stomach. “You’re it!”

“I’m not ready!” Jin yells, starting to stretch. “Give me a minute.”

Mae laughs from where she was sitting. Taking a picture of her husband.

Sian came running towards you and Youngjae.

“Youngjae Uncle Jin’s it! RUN,” he yells. Right when the words went through his ears, he went past you and ran to where Minseok and Sian were.

“Jin! HANEUL WANTS TO PLAY TOO!” Mae calls out. “Go, go run to daddy,” she tells him, tapping his little butt.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Jin yells, sprinting towards Taehyung and you and tagging Taehyung.

“What?!” He says in surprise, turning to you and tagging you next. 

“I’m not even playing!” You yell out when he runs away from you. Jin runs towards Haneul, swiftly picking him up and running with him.

“Who’s it?” Jin asks. You smile, running up to him.

“Taehyung is!” You tell him, running next to his side. 

“Okay we’re good, he’s where the boys are at,” Jin says, already out of breath. 

“Just kidding,” you say, tagging him and Haneul. “You’re it!” 

“AISH, KIM TAEHYUNG YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS A LIAR.”

-

Meanwhile, Yoongi, Sohyun, and Hana were playing in the water. 

“Daddy!” Hana giggles, stomping in the water. “You have to get in!”

Yoongi shakes his head. “I'm good sweetie,” he says, putting his hand up. Sohyun then whispers to Hana, both of them looking at Yoongi suspiciously. Although, he doesn’t notice because he was trying to take a cute picture of his daughter.

“Now!” Sohyun says, the two girls running towards Yoongi.

“Huh? Whatwhatwhat,” he says, already whining as the girls pull him into the water. “AaiiSH.” 

“Success!” Sohyun says, both her and Hana putting their hands up.

“Yeah?” Yoongi says, sweeping Sohyun off her feet.

“What’re you doing??!” She says, Yoongi replies with a little laugh, walking towards a deeper end to the water before dropping Sohyun. 

“AH!” As soon as her head resurfaced, I mean, it wasn’t that deep, he turned around to get his daughter.

“No!” Hana yelled and she giggled as she tried to run through the water, away from her dad.

-

After a short drive, Huimang, Hoseok, and Sarang were sitting at the back of the van, eating some food.

“So I came to the conclusion,” Huimang says, Sarang and Hoseok exchanged looks with each other as they didn’t know where she was going with this. 

“Hana asked Uncle Yoongi for a brother and I just want a sibling,” she pouts. “I think it’s time.” Sarang and Hoseok both look at each other and Sarang bursts out laughing.

“Sweetie, Uncle Yoongi can’t have babies, only mommies can remember?” Sarang tells her. Sarang looks up at Hoseok and sees him staring at her with a wide smile.

“Babe that’s two against one we have to now,” he says, giving Huimang a high five. Sarang scoffs.

“What? No,” she says. “We need to wait for a while, let Hope be the only child for just a little longer.”

Hoseok looks at Huimang and they both turn to Sarang at the same time with the same pout.

“See, you two are always doing this! If we have another one, I won’t have a say in anything. Another cute face is the last thing I need right now,” Sarang says, facing away from them.

“Right now? So tomorrow can be different?” Huimang asks, scooting closer to you.

“Good one,” Hoseok says. Sarang can’t help but smile at them being silly. 

“I’ll say yes when Sohyun does, deal?”

-

“Soojinie, where are you taking me?” Jungkook asks, as Soojin pulls him inside the house.

“Mommy hid the banana milk,” she says. Jungkook instantly got where she was going.

“I see,” he says, picking her up. “Well Uncle Kookie knows exactly where she put it.” The two sneakily went into the kitchen and dug the top shelf of the fridge to grab some banana milk.

“What are you two doing?”

Jungkook and Soojin both slowly turned around.

“Hi Auntie Rin,” Soojin says, waving at her innocently. 

“Soojinie I thought mommy said no banana milk earlier,” Rina says, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“Yeah but Uncle Kookie is getting me it,” she says. Rina laughs at her reasoning.

“Well if you get in trouble it’s on Uncle Kookie not me.”

-

“My legs are getting tired,” you say as you got farther and farther into the hike. After the game of tag with the boys and Jin, you and Tae decided to have some time alone. With Youngjae of course.

“We’re almost at the top!” Taehyung cheers. “We got this!”

“Mommy can you carry me, I’m tired too,” Youngjae says, lifting his arms up. 

“Taehyung,” you say, pointing to your son. “Too tired.” Taehyung laughs, walking towards Youngjae and easily lifting him up.

“You want me to carry you too?” he asks. 

“Can you?” Taehyung laughs at your answer, already kneeling down to pick you up when you laugh and push him away slightly.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you say. 

When you get to the top, you sigh at the view.

“Worth it right?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Have you been here before?” You ask. Taehyung nods.

“Yeah, by myself. It’s my favorite spot to be alone at. Not that I was never by myself, but it’s where I just fully relax and all my worries fly away.” He says, looking out at the view. He turns to you. “It’s a special place for me.”

“And you’re bringing us here?” You say. “Wouldn’t that ruin it?” Taehyung scoffs.

“Ruin it?? I’ve always wanted to take someone special here. It happened to be perfect timing that we got together and we ended up going near my special places.”

“I think it’s fate,” Youngjae says, putting his arm over the edge and feeling the breeze.

“Oh my gosh, be careful,” you say, pulling your son back a bit.

Taehyung laughs. “Yeah, I guess it can be fate.” He turns to you as you both are looking at the view. 

“You know you still owe me something and this would be a great way to pay me back.” You frown at him.

“Owe you for what?”

Taehyung glanced at Youngjae and he looked like he knew where this was going.

“I’m going to go sit on that rock,” he pointed, it was away from the edge, but not far from you two. He just quietly sat there and faced away.

“Ugh I love him,” Taehyung says, turning back to you. He pushed back the hair that was flying all over your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek.

Before he got any closer, he looked around, making sure no one was there to stop them.

“Finally,” he says, you laugh as he gets closer.

“Hurry up before something happens,” you say, pulling him closer and smashing your lips together. 

Up in the mountains, a beautiful view, a nice cool breeze, and no interruptions~

Except little Youngjae was quietly giggling as he knew what was going on behind him.

But he’s a good boy.

mini me

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ part twenty-seven: a good boy ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

pairings: artist!taehyung x singlemom!reader

a/n: this was fun!!! i hope you like it!!! it’s almost 3am!!! im so sleepy!!! i have a presentation in the morning!!! but i wanted to do this!!! so it’s on me!!! so pls, enjoy💖

ps. it’s almost 8am and i just realized that i had the wrong character on the last picture annxjshdja just changed it 🙂

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[msookyspooky]

Continuing on with my Scream 3 idea of bringing up our past lmaooo I don't wanna be annoying, but I just wanna rant on all of the potential for the third book 😂👀

In Set Up, it was never ACTUALLY revealed how much Stu and Billy knew of our past. The name of our old high school was never mentioned, our old town/city, no old friends, no regrets, NOTHING. It makes you wonder just HOW MUCH they really knew, including Randy, Tatum, and Sid. When you think about it, the majority of our life before our senior year in Woodsboro is a MYSTERY. Billy and Stu never ONCE said anything about it and neither did anyone else 👀 we spent the majority of our life somewhere else sooo the possibilities are endless with all of these unanswered questions.

1. Why did we move to Woodsboro? Especially during our senior year? Most parents wouldn't move their child so late in their highschool years, but typically when it does happen it's bc of maybe a job change orrr maybe more serious changes like a divorce, but we have the picture-perfect family sooo it makes you wonder if there was a DARKER reason as to why we moved 👀 Was our family in danger? Were WE IN DANGER? Did something bad happen in our old town/city? Maybeee something to touch on in Scream 3. It could be explained away in Scream 3 that the only reason we never thought of our past was bc of the murders going on too.

2. How much do Stu and Billy REALLY KNOW? It's highly possible they know very little about our upbriging since they litterly weren't there lmao and who knows if we even discussed our past with them or how much we revealed. Billy even told us during the phone call that "Yeah, your right, I don't know you. I thought I did, but I was wrong." ONCE AGAIN TYING INTO THE POSSIBILITY OF THEM NOT KNOWING JACK ABOUT OUR LIFE BEFORE WOODSBORO. It'd be interesting to see them be shook in Scream 3.

3. Old Enemies or an old LOVER from our highschool years before Woodsboro 👀 Once again, it was NEVER stated that James was our first boyfriend. We got that he was abusive, we dated him during the summer, the first 2-3 months were good before everything went to shit, and that he almost strangled us to death in his car 🤡 Billy and Stu seem to be assuming James took our virginity in ch 14 or that he was our first boyfriend BUT WE NEVER SAID HE WAS. It'd be so interesting if we had another bf before Woodsboro and we meet them again. You could use that character to make Billy and Stu jelly, make us remember what a genuine relationship felt like, use them to create new memories for the readers to understand our relationship with them.

Our ex - "I remember meeting in second grade.... The moment you started stealing my crayola crayons was the moment you stole my heart 👀😂 we 'dated' for 3 days in second grade!

Us - *grinning* "And then the moment you started sharing your goldfish with another girl was the moment I knew...men ain't shit."😂

You know? Reveal those old memories. That was just free inspiration lmaoo as for enemies lol who's to say we didn't have a stalker in our old highschool before Woodsboro? And they came back into our life 👀 it's farfetched, but I thought it was a cool idea lmao or that someone from our past other than Billy and Stu want's us dead? Just food for thought 😂😂

Truuuueeeeeee, I left it vague with the reader bc the focus was on Woodsboro. Ssoooo many possibilities

You are NOT annoying me omg I LOVE this!! I love knowing you liked my writing enough to pay attention to detail! I try to put details in and sometimes they go right over ppls heads so having readers pick up on those details and backstories is amazing!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[chiliiscereal]

Here’s the link for the full version ^ ——

Sister dear (Steve x sister reader)

(This is preseason one to show you what the background is on the whole story)

(let me know if you think this should be published as a separate book!)

You and Steve had a rocky start to being siblings.

You were born four years apart.

He was born in a time when your parents actually loved each other. They had time for birthdays and family weekends together. They went out to the park on saturdays. They were a picture perfect family.

It just so happened that when you were born, your father stopped being quite so faithful to your mother. When you came into the world, your father was in Europe on a business trip. And he wasn't only up to business.

Little Steve had adored you at first. He always wanted to hold you or play with you.

But then their parents no longer had time for him.

It was always work... and taking care of you.

It slowly changed over the years to only work, as your mother could no longer trust your father. Steve was left to watch you for weeks on end. He was good at it at first. He used to watch you carefully. He used to make sure you were happy and well...

Until he could no longer see his friends.

He was ten. You were five.

He began to leave you at home. At first it was only for thirty minutes while he went to the park. Then it was an hour every day during his elementary school days while he went to the movies.

You were seven when you began cooking your own meals.

You TRIED talking to him. You really did.

You tried catching his sleeve whenever he breezed past. You tried showing him crafts you made. You tried playing music you thought he might like.

That ended with twelve year old Steve pushing you away.

It ended with your works of art thrown in the trash.

Your music cassettes were thrown onto the road.

Your mother made sure both of you knew to never walk into the middle of the road, so you could only cry as some unknowing stranger destroyed your wonderful music. The music you had saved up all your allowance for. The music that you had thought your older brother would like. The music that you thought might bring you two together.

When your mother and father returned, you tattled.

Steve was grounded for a whole week.

But he always needed to have the last say. So he sold your boom box and spent all the money on comics. He threw your sketchbook in the quarry water. He shoved you to the floor, saying that if you ever tattled again then you would join your drawing book in the cold water.

You stopped trying to give Steve your attention and love. You no longer wished he would spend more time at home. So you began exploring the town by yourself at the age of nine. You didn't really have friends to hang out with so you would browse through stores.

The arcade was your favorite place.

You loved showing up early on Saturday mornings, before Steve was even awake, and leaving behind a new high score on the dragons lair.

Why?

Because it always riled up a group of boys your age. They had no idea who kept beating them over and over. Every Sunday morning you watched them walk in... only to scream a few seconds later about how someone had beaten their score by ONE point. Again.

You loved having some sort of connection to them. Even if they didn't know it was you. Or even who you were at all. They were a weird little group, strictly sticking with only other A.V club kids. Besides, you hardly ever talked. What would be so special about you?

It also didn't help that your older brother had begun to build himself a reputation. When you were ten, he began to be known as king Steve. You knew he bullied one of the kids (wills) older brother while beginning to flirt with another's (mike's) older sister.

You knew this because your father began forcing Steve to drive you home from school. That was the rule he set when he gave Steve the car.

Every day you trekked to the high school, only to watch Steve hang around Nancy Wheeler and push Johnathan Byers. You would have intervened and told him that you really didn't want to wait twenty minutes (out of sight) for him to be done. But the last time he did that he made you ride the way home in the trunk of his car.

When you were eleven, you started hanging out at Melvald's convenience store in the town square. Your favorite time to go there was at 7:00, because Mrs. Byers would always work the morning shift.

Wills mother was really quite wonderful. Every time you walked in she greeted you with a smile and lowered her magazine.

——-

"Whatcha lookin for today, kiddo?" She smiled softly, leaning on the counter to watch you browse.

"Any new cassette tapes." You shrugged, fingering each music case that caught your eye. "Do you have any Clash? I... lost mine." You didn't lose it. Steve broke it when he heard you mutter about how much you hated Tommy H.

"Yeah, we got a new box of cassettes delivered this morning." She hopped up and waved for you to follow her to the back room. "I miiiight have snagged a Clash cassette for you when I saw it." She grinned as she held the door open for the young girl.

"You didn't need to buy anything for me!" You gasped. You knew that the Byers needed all the money they could get. "Can I pay you back?" You immediately began digging through your pockets for spare change.

She placed a guiding hand on your back as you both entered, pulling you away from your search. "Oh no it's fine! It's the least I can do for my most frequent visitor."

She plucked the music case off the shelf and handed it to you. "You go to Hawkins elementary, right? You should talk to my son. Will. He also loves the Clash."

You turned red and clutched the cassette. "I've...seen him around before. I don't know how to talk to him."

"Oh it's easy!" She grabbed the spare paper and crayons you always used when you visited. "You just need to find common ground. For example," she pulled up a stool beside her for you to sit at, "you both like to draw!"

You placed down the paper and got working on your art. "Will it make a difference if I draw cartoons and he draws realistic? What if the difference is too big for him to want to talk to me?"

"It'll give you more to talk about!"

——

So began your quest to pursue friendship.

You attempted to speak to Will and his friends in the hall.

They were talking too loud about their latest campaign to hear you.

You tried asking to sit by them at lunch.

They were too busy launching potato's at the ceiling to notice.

Right when you almost gave up... Will and you were paired together as partners for a history project.

——-

'Don't mess it up, don't mess it up', you told yourself over and over as you moved to sit by Will. 'Don't be weird. See if he'll talk first. Don't be clingy.'

Wills was equally quiet. He just read through the rubric of the project and stayed silent.

'What can we talk about... what should I say?'

A drawing poking out of wills bag caught your eye. It looked like a wizard casting some sort of spell.

"I like your drawing!" You blurted out, wishing you could just shut up.

Wills jumped, startled. "Yeah... umm.. it's from... uh... it's from our last campaign.." he began fiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say to a girl. "Our DnD campaign... I mean."

You nodded along. "I like to draw to! I've never... I've never played DnD before... so I like to draw people."

Will cracked a shy smile. "I'll show you my drawing if you show me one of yours."

You agreed hesitantly.

He took your cartoon and you took his master piece. You desperately wished you could draw like him. Your cartoons looked so simple, as Steve always said.

"You're a cartoonist!" Will smiled, holding the paper out in front of him. It was a caricature of Mrs. Byers. "You must be the girl my mom sees at her job!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "This is so good! I wish I could draw cartoons. But whenever I try... they look like potato's." He laughed.

You flushed a deep red. "I... I'm also the one that beats your scores every Saturday." You admit.

His jaw dropped. "No way. We've been trying to figure out who that was for months! We formed a whole list of people to interrogate!" He ran a hand through his hair.

You giggled. "I can prove it... if you want. Next Saturday I could show you and your friends? At the arcade?"

"Yeah! I'm totally down to hang out at the arcade!"

——

Will had brought you to the A.V club after to ask the rest of the party. You had protested at first. What if they didn't like you? What if they said no? You would look so stupid! You tried to use your brother driving you home as an excuse.

But if you brought Steve up... no. You couldn't start a potential friendship like that.

Will proposed the ideas to everyone excitedly.

It seemed that Lucas had a problem with it immediately.

——-

"Sorry Will, but we can't." Lucas shook his head. "We've got plans."

Your heart dropped.

"Wait," Dustin frowned and turned to his friend. "What plans? I wasn't aware of any plans."

Lucas crossed his arms. "Remember? Our campaign?"

"We don't have a-."

Lucas elbowed him harshly and looked at you. "Can you leave for a second? We need to talk. ALONE."

You nodded and stepped out of the room. "Yeah totally! Just let me know when-."

The door slammed in your face.

You know you shouldn't have but you pressed your ear to the door anyway.

"What's your damage?" Mike Wheeler hissed quietly.

"Don't you know who she is?" Lucas accused.

"No... should we?" Will whispered in confusion.

"That's Y/N Harrington!" Lucas spat out.

"Steve Harrington's little sister." Dustin stated, now understanding.

Mike groaned. "The douche bag my sisters hooked on?"

"Yes! What if she's exactly like him?"

"You mean a total mouth breather? A player? An absolute jackass?"

You sunk to the floor. Of course Steve ruined the only chance you might have of a friendship. How could she think that these kids would look past her family's reputation? No one ever did. Even her teachers expected her to be disruptive and rude.

"Guys." Will intervened. "I talked to her in history."

"What?!"

"Traitor!"

"What about the party?"

Will lowered his voice, causing you to lean a little closer to the door. "She doesn't act like him. She never called me any names. She never told me that I'm a freak. She tried to talk to me about art."

"Steve definitely doesn't appreciate art." Dustin mumbled.

Wills continued. "She's a cartoonist. And I think she might be like us. You know who kept beating our dragon lair record?"

"Who?"

"Please tell me it wasn't Troy."

"Y/N Harrington."

"WHAT?!"

"IT WAS HER?!"

"GIRLS PLAY VIDEO GAMES?!"

[connara-and-friends]

"Merry Christmas, friend."

Characters: Markus, Connor and North

***

"Connor sighed. His friend looked tired, but happy. In his hands, same as Connor, were beautiful celebrating packets with presents inside. They were standing in front of a coffee shop, waiting for theirs ginger friend. "

"– What time is it now? – Markus asked, wrapping his dark coat. It was cold enough. Little snowflakes were dancing around them, landing on the ground.

Connor looked on his wristwatch, rustle packages.

– Seven o'clock. What is she doing, really?

– She said she had forgotten to buy something important. – Manfred snorted. – As always, Con. Are you surprised?

Android only noded in understanding, gave his friend a little smile. Bright fluffy Christmas tree towered over them. Kids around the couple of friends were playing and shouting, throwing snowball in each others0. Detroit's streets were full of androids and people, walking on the Hart Plaza and talking to each other. It was so peacefully and happily – Markus didn't even get used to such kind of life. It was new to him, but he liked that. Very much.

Finally, after few minutes a loud cry came from behind them:

– Hey, guys! Are you bored? Sorry, just little troubles.

North went to the friends, giving each of them one more packet. Connor and Markus grinned without malice.

– What's inside it...? - RK800 looked into the packet with interest, but ginger devinat, seeing this, slapped his hand with displeasure.

– Auch!

– No-o, Con, it's for Christmas. – she smiled. Light breeze ruffled her hair. The guy sighned once again, breathing in the night air. Streetlights were illuminating his displeased face. – Come on, if you see it now, later you won't be surprised!

"Maybe she is right" - Connor thought. But still muttered:

- Me and Markus have been stucking in the cold for more than ten minutes! We have our rights to know, what's inside, don't we? And-

– Well, quite enough, – Markus decided to intervene, raising his hands in a conciliatory manner. – Come on, we must have time to do everything before Christmas. – his friends were agreed. No one wanted to have some king of argue before Christmas, right?

North pinched Connor's nose as a sign of reconciliation.

– Don't you dare to look at your present, sweetie.

He clicked and rolled his eyes.

– As you wish.

They walked pass the Hart Plaza and up the street, gazing in amazement at the city's New Year decorations. Detroit was really wonderful in that time of year.

Tall dark buildings contrasted with the crisp white trees lining the streets. Signs and banners, Christmas tree decorations and long garlands glittered everywhere. It seemed like a dream. Such a beautiful dream. The atmosphere into which they fell was literally created for happiness and comfort. No one couldn't believe that they were so lucky to have such kind of view.

– When will we come? – Connor asked while they were going past a clozed modern zoo.

– It's over there, don't worry. – RK200 gave him a smile, slapping a friend on the shoulder. – It's our fist Christmas together. Do you think everything will be fine?

– Of course, – Connor chuckled, intercepting packages in his hands tighter. – It'll be totally fine.

– Gu-uys, we've come. – ginger deviant gleefully pointed to a large mansion overlooking the Detroit River.

***

– What do you feel about that, mh?

They were decorating Markus's house now. It was a large, spacious building, having two floors and even its own chimney. Connor liked this house, frankly speaking. It was not uncomfortable or lonely here. (Maybe because his friends were with him now) The mansion was like a big, cozy ship, intended for only them that night.

Somewhere in the kitchen North was preparing Christmas sweets, occasionally publishing dissatisfied statements due to lack of experience in cooking. Connor and Markus were diligently decorating the Christmas tree in the middle of the living room.

– About what? - android slightly surprised.

– About new type of life, New Jericho, alliance with people ...and so on. – brown-hared deviant hung another toy on the Christmas tree, glancing at his friend with interest.

He chuckled. That deviant hit him more and more every second.

– Well... I don't want make plans for the future or something like that, but I think we're going the right way. – RK200 was thoughtfully unwinding a garland, looking at the fluffy branches of a Christmas tree. – I know how do you feel, Con. It's like... change. Big changes, huh?

Detective nodded weakly.

– I live with Hank right now and feel safe, but it's seems that I still don't know, what's really going on and... Oh, sorry, I didn't want to ruin everything. Everything was so good and I just got in with my chatter–

Connor felt so embarrassing for himself. He only wanted to talk with someone about all the events that happened, but at the same time he understood that this was not the right time at all. Oh, he is such a fool...

He turned away and was about to bend over the box with toys when suddenly felt someone else's hand on his shoulder. Markus looked at him without anger or irritation, but with sincerity and kindness in the eyes.

– It's okay. I understand. - he squeezed his shoulder knowingly. – That's hard to believe. You just need time to get used to. Everything will pass and fall into place. I promise.

He hugged him, strong and loving. Connor was lost - he knew that. They all were lost for a long time. But now it is in the past. And Connor will weather the storm, Markus was sure.

Without hesitation, Connor hugged his friend back, feeling invisible support.

– Hey guys. – a red crown emerged from the kitchen. – It didn't turn out as disgusting as I thought. At least you can eat it-

But when she saw two friends hugging, all her cheerful mood noticeably faded away.

– Boys... Are you alright?

Markus and Connor pulled away from each other, continuing to smile genuinely. Misunderstanding appeared on North's face, but it quickly gave way to gaiety, as the girl realized that everything seemed to be in order.

– Okay, if you finished, suggest you to finally hang this garland and start setting the table. – RK800 nodded in agreement, as did Marcus. The bad mood disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

***

– 3... 2... 1... Merry Christmas!

Glasses with thirium clinked, joyful cries were heard from living room and from outside too. The girl, screaming: "Merry Christmas!" blew up a firecracker. Bright multi-colored sparkles flew in all directions. Guys were laughing – the most happy Christmas has finally come.

When everything calmed down, they decided to start opening the gifts. Connor looked impatiently under the tree - and found two whole boxes there. Feeling the growing excitement, he placed them in the center of the room and began to open the first. Markus and North with smiles watched the picture.

– So... What is that? New T-shirt and nice black tie, as well as a set of ...coins! – android laughed, looking at coins with enthusiasm. – Aw, thank you, North. I just needed a new shirt.

– Yep, I knew that.

The next box was from Markus. Something inside it rustled suspiciously. Wasting no time, the guy opened the gift and found there a small black puppy, merrily wagging its tail.

– OH GOD!!!

Connor was as shocked as possible. The small animal licked his hand in satisfaction, and the guy could hardly resist bursting with happiness.

– I knew you would like it.

– Are you kidding? It is the most precious little soul I've ever seen, oh god, thank you, Markus, thank you so much!!!

He jumped up and hugged his friends with boundless delight. He definitely liked the gifts.

Now it was North's turn. The girl found two gifts under the tree. The first was from Connor - it was a small box containing sweet perfume, and another larger box containing a set of cosmetics. The second was from Markus. Inside the box, the girl found nothing more than her own portrait in oil on canvas. Deviant looked very belligerent and majestic on the porter, and North could not help but admire such skillful work.

– Oh dear, that's amazing! – in admiration, she could not take her eyes off the portrait. Markus looked embarassed. But Connor pushed a friend on the shoulder with smile.

– It is really amazing, friend.

– He's damn right! Exciting! – North kissed the guy on the cheek, and he felt his cheeks burn.

In his present from the girl Markus found two wonderful books about which he dreamed for – a novel about the heroes of Ancient Greece, and also small maintenance guide for musical instruments.

– Oh my god, North... That's... Oh, I have literally no words to say, – the deviant was unimaginably pleased with the donated items.

– Come on, it's Christmas! I knew you love this kind of books. Frankly, I wanted to buy you a guitar, but it was too expensive, so I decided to give you that... And I wasn't wrong.

Markus's eyes sparkled like two burning lights. He hugged her and buried his nose in a woman's shoulder.

– Tha-ank you, god, it is so wonderful...

In the second box from Connor he found a large canvas for painting and a set of brushes, watercolors, and a whole bag of colored crayons and pencils.

- That is all...for me? - Markus looked very excited. He didn't know that Connor had so much free time and money for his present.

– Of course, friend. Merry Christmas!

It looked like a dream, but it wasn't. They all were so happy. Happy and joyful.

Definitely this Christmas was awesome."

[darkfairy-tales]

Memories

Description: Yunho and Hongjoong reminiscing their old memories and old promises.

Pairing: Hongjoong x Yunho (HoHong)

Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers, Mpreg

"Joongie..." a small voice calling his name is what wakes Hongjoong up. He shifts around slowly cracking his eyes open. He sees his tall boyfriend hovering above him. He slowly sits up with a small groan. His back was literally hurting after carrying a few boxes earlier because of moving into new house. "What happened baby? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Hongjoong asked furrowing his brows. "Nightmare. Woke up. And I can't go back to sleep." Yunho says as he pulls away. Hongjoong lays down facing Yunho. "It's just a nightmare baby." Hongjoong says as he snuggles closer to his giant lover. The taller wraps his arms around him pulling him close. "I lost you in my dream. I.. I don't like that." Yunho says barely audible but Hongjoong hears him fortunately. "You won't lost me baby. Never." Hongjoong mumbles as he tilts his head a bit and leans up pecking Yunho's lips. "I know.. I just hate it. I barely have nightmares. And when I have them once in a while it makes me so emotional." Yunho says one of his hand coming up to hold onto Hongjoong's, lacing their fingers together. They just lay there, close to each other but both of them can't seem to fall back asleep. "You still awake?" Hongjoong asks. "Yes." Yunho confirms as he huffed.

Hongjoong gets up and off the bed. "As both of us can't sleep. I am gonna go get something and we gonna do something." Hongjoong says with a big smile. Yunho looks at him confused but nodded. The smaller goes out of the room and after some minutes he comes back holding a big photobook. It is old but it is something the couple cherished. Yunho gasp when he recognizes it. "Where did you find it? I haven't seen that for a while." He says as Hongjoong gets back up on the bed and sits beside him. "I had kept it in a box. I had almost forgotten about it and while packing up I saw this again and yeah." Hongjoong says looking at the photobook fondly. He carefully opens it. On the first page there is a polaroid of Hongjoong and Yunho taken together. They were around 7 years old when the picture was taken. In the picture Yunho is standing with a big smile on his face while Hongjoong stands beside him with a flower. His arms hooked around Yunho's. They are small. "Our first meeting." Yunho says with a big smile as the memory floods back in to both of them.

Flashback~

"Mommy! I don't have anyone to go with. I don't wanna go!" Hongjoong whines at his mother. "Honey it doesn't matter if you have a party or not. You can go without a partner baby." His mother tries to console him. Hongjoong's school had a fun party. Friendship day party where bestfriends will pair up but being the lone kid Hongjoong was he never really befriended anyone out of awkwardness and shyness. And when friendship day party rolled around he didn't wanted to go. He didn't have a bestfriend to go with. "No whining joong. You are going. You can make friends there okay." His mother softly says as he finish dressing him up. Hongjoong pouts but nods his head. "Now come on. We can't be late." His mother says as they get on their way to Hongjoong's school which was not that far away.

When they reach the school his mother hands Hongjoong to his teacher. His mother goes back home telling him that she will come pick him up later. "Come on joongie. Everyone is at the playground. You can go play too." His teacher coos as he leads him to where everyone was. He leaves Hongjoong there to play with others as he goes back to get the snacks for the kids ready. Hongjoong pouts as he looks around. He goes to the bench in the corner and sits down just looking at everyone. "Hi!" a voice called out. He looked at his left side and saw a boy around his age looking at him, a bright smile on his face. "Hi.." Hongjoong says shyly. "Why don't you play? You don't want to play?" The boy asks curiously titling his head. "No one is my friend." Hongjoong pouts. The boy looks at him with a pout and then proceeds to sit beside him on the bench. "I can be your friend then!" He exclaims. Hongjoong smiles at his words. "Really! You want to be my friend!" He exclaims cheerfully. "Yes. My name is Yunho." The kid introduces himself. "I am Hongjoong. Mama calls me Joongie and also Joong. You can call me that too!" Hongjoong says. "Let's go play!" Yunho says as he gets ofd the bench, his hand holding Hongjoong's as he drags the other towards the playground where they played together.

Later when Mrs.Kim comes to pick his son up she sees his son with a big smile waiting for her looking happier than usual. "Mommy! I got a new friend. His name is Yunho snd he is really really nice and also pretty!" Hongjoong rants as he goes up to his mother. "Aww really. That's great Joongie." Mrs.Kim smiles as he pats his son's head. "Joongie!" Yunho calls out as he runs up to where Hongjoong was. His mother falling behind him. "Here!" Yunho says as he shoves a flower towards Hongjoong. "Teacher said I can give it to my friend." Yunho adds as he looks at Hongjoong shyly, his cheeks tinted pink. "My son seem to like having Hongjoong around." Yunho mother says to Hongjoong's mother. "Yes it is seems so. They are going to be great friends i can feel it." Mrs.Kim says smiling fondly. "Okay now come on you two. Stand together. Let mommy take a picture of you." Mrs.Jeong, Yunho's mother says as she makes the two kids stands beside each other telling him to pose. Hongjoong quickly hooks his arms around Yunho while holding the flower Yunhop gave him up as Mrs.Jeong gets ready to take a picture of them with her polaroid camera. The picture came out nice. The mothers of the two boys became friends since then same as the two boys. The two mothers had taken it upon themselves to start making a photobook just for the two boys and taking pictures of the two boys and put them on the photobook.

End of Flashback~

"You were the cutest boy in the playground." Yunho says chuckling when he sees his small lover blush. "Yeah Yeah whatever you say. But I am glad I met you that day." Hongjoong says smiling as he leans up pecking Yunho's lips. He then flips to the next page. It had a picture of Yunho and Hongjoong in living room, both of them on the floor, crayons of different colors surrounding them. They were drawing on their books. "You sucked at drawing remember?" Hongjoong says as he laughs remembering Yunho's stick figures. "Hey I was just a kid. Don't laugh at me." Yunho pouts. "Aww don't pout baby. I love you no natter what." Hongjoong says snickering. Yunho huffs at his small lover as he flips to the next page. Just like that they went through each memories one by one. They stopped when they reached to a page. They were older in the pic in it. At around 16 years old. It is a picture of them. They are still in their school uniform. Hongjoong is kissing Yunho's cheek. "This was the time I confessed to you. I absolutely hated Seonghwa hyung at that time because he was after you." Yunho says as he remembers that old time.

Flashback ~

Yunho sits in the cafeteria with all his friends including Hongjoong. There were 8 of them in total. Yunho, Hongjoong, a popular kid of the school named Seonghwa, a shy but bubbly boy named San, a quiet but clever boy named Yeosang, two over excited boys named mingi and wooyoung and lastly the strongest kid of the school named Jongho. They were an odd combination but they fit in just right together. "Joongie do you wanna go out with me tonight?" Yunho heard Seonghwa ask Hongjoong. He gripped his chopstick tightly. Yunho wanted to punch the older. He was not going to lie Seonghwa was a great friend, a great hyung. But Yunho hated him too because well.... He didn't really had a good excuse but to say he was jealous of how Hongjoong and Seongwha had gotten so close.

"I am sorry hwa. But me and Yunho have some plans." Hongjoong says with an apologetic face. His words making Yunho smile sheepishly. Seonghwa looks dejected but quickly nods with a smile as all of them carry on with their small talks. After school Yunho waits for Hongjoong in front of the school gate. "Hey! Yunbear." A voice called out. Hongjoong's voice. Yunho turns around greeting the male with a smile. "Ready?" He asks. The smaller nods with a big smile. Both of them heads towards Yunho's house. His parents were out and they were to have a sleepover together. "Joongie! Come in." Yunho says as he opens the door and gets inside, Hongjoong following after him. "I am hungry." Hongjoong pouts. Both of them left their shoes at the shoe rack and goes inside the kitchen room putting their bags on the counter. Yunho takes out the snacks his mother had left for them. "Eat up." He says as both of them sat down and ate together. "Yun do you think Seonghwa likes me?" Hongjoong asks out of nowhere causing Yunho to choke on his drink. "Why so suddenly?" He asked putting his drink down. "Well I don't know I mean... it's just I feel like he likes me. He keeps dropping hints. I don't feel anything for him so I just act oblivious." Hongjoong says sighing. Yunho only nods not knowing what to say. What if Seonghwa confesses? What if Hongjoong says yes? He groans at his thoughts.

"Joongie don't choose him. Don't date him." He says in a serious tone. "Huh? I won't. But why?" Hongjoong asked looking confused. "Because.." Yunho says as he trails off. He gets off from where he was sitting and he pulls Hongjoong up gently. "Because of this." He says. And before Hongjoong could understand what was happening he felt Yunho's lips against his. His heart beats fast against his ribs. He exhales sharply but kisses back as he relaxes a bit. 'My first kiss' He thinks to himself. Both of them are inexperienced but they don't mind. Yunho pulls away with a hopeful look. "Was that a way of telling me that you like me?" Hongjoong asls breathing heavily, a chuckle escaping from him. "Yes. I have liked you for some time Joongie." Yunho says holding Hongjoong's hands in his. A smile breaks on the smaller's face as he hugs Yunho. "I have liked you too. I like you a lot Jeong Yunho." He says. Yunho squeals as he hugs the smaller back rambling about how thankful he is that Hongjoong feels the same for him. "Wait here." Yunho says pulling away from the hug. He goes out and come back with the polaroid camera. He pulls the smaller closer to him. "Let's take a pic. Say Kimchi!" He says. Hongjoong turns his head kissing his cheeks just in time Yunho clicks on the camera.

End of flashback~

"You stole my first kiss that day." Hongjoong giggles. "And you took mine. Jesus now that I think about it that was embrassing I was so inexperienced." Yunho cringes at the memory. "As if I was any better." Hongjoong scoffs. They look further into the photobook and saw the various pictures of them taken on various special occassions. There is a picture of them on their first date. There is a picture of them from different occassions as a couple. And there is a picture of them where Yunho is kneeling on the ground in with a ring front of Hongjoong who has tears in his eyes as he stares at Yunho. The fairly lights at the background shining. "You were such a cheesy baby. You planned so much for the day you proposed to me." Hongjoong says with a fond smile remembering the day. They were a strong couple. They had their fair share of fights but they always made up with each other. And the day Yunho had proposed to him for marriage he just knew that he can't find a man as great as Yunho. "You were my everything. My love. I had to plan something great for you. I mean it's you we are talking about. You deserve everything." Yunho says.

There is a few more photos from the same day and then at the end there are pictures of the most special day for both of them. Their wedding. "Remember that day you were a nervous wreck." Hongjoong commented snickering at the memory of Yunho having a nervous break down. "Hey I was scared to mess up something. I was marrying my bestfriend since childhood. My only lover. My first and last. Of course I wanted everything to be perfect and I was scared of messing up with the vows and all." Yunho says pouting giving the smaller a puppy look. "Yeah yeah whatever." Hongjoong giggles. Their wedding pictures were the last photos in it. He closes the photo album and places it on the bedside table. "We should take more pictures and add them to it." Hongjoong says as he gets on Yunho's lap hugging him. Yunho holds his husband closer. "Yeah. Especially now that we have our Peach coming." Yunho says with a smile as he brings one of his hand between their body placing it on Hongjoong's tummy. Hongjoong was pregnant. He was 2 and a half month along into the pregnancy. Yunho had cried and broken down out of happiness when he found out that Hongjoong was pregnant with his child.

Hongjoong looks up at him with a fond smile as he leans up and pecks his lips. "I love you so much Yunho." He says. "I love you too Joongie. I am glad that you says yes to marrying him. I wouldn't have been happy with anyone else but you. You complete my world Joongie. Thank you for being my husband. For carrying my child. Our child." Yunho says as he kisses the top of Hongjoong's head. "You are cheesy but I love you for it." Hongjoong laughs. Both of them lays back down on the bed cuddling as they fell asleep. Yunho forgetting about his nightmare. Whatever happened they had each other. They sleep with their hands interlocked with each other. A silent unspoken promise to be together till the end no matter what. A promise they didn't needed to speak out to know and understand.

Hello guys! Shit I am so sorry! I was supposed to post this a while agp but because of my screwed up Assessment Exam I had no time! I hope you guys liked this. Please dont forget to like and reblog. I love you all so much (⌒o⌒)

Stay stuned for new stories. And you can also check my Main Masterlist for other Ateez fanfics and TheBoyz fanfics. Again I love you all. Buiii! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

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Okay so I'm dumb here's a one shot

I know I said everything that's a story would be posted on AO3, but, I have dumbass energy and was inspired by the reblog I made earlier and it is 2 am on a school night so WOOO incoherency is at an ALL TIME HIGH

@infinimay whoop tagged u for what I'll call the Bus Duty AU

Perhaps I'll make this a series?? Something light, fluffy, nothing too heavy on the angst (okay I lied)

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The Wheels on the Bus (Spin the Tales of Love)

Chapter 1., Like Patton

Virgil and Damian woke up to get to school at precisely 7:30 am, and to be ready by 8:10 for when their bus arrived, every school day.

Their mother, which is now Virgil's stepmother, always said that a tight schedule and tighter patience is what wins people over. That must be how she got Virgil's idiot dad, who took nearly three years of coy smiles and teasing touches to even start dating. They had married this year, and while Virgil is certainly happy about it, he didn't realize that it came with having to deal with a new stepbrother.

That's why, instead of 7:30 and 8:10, Virgil rises at 7:15 and is waiting by 8:00. Their mother never notices, never needing to wake up this early for work, and their dad works night shift. They were by themselves, but they handled it for nine year olds. Virgil especially figured out how to handle it as soon as he figured out that despite all this change, he was still by himself.

"Vi! Vi!" Damian, or DeeDee as he liked to be called, shouted as he approached Virgil at the bottom of the street. "Why do you never wait for me?"

Virgil shrugged. "I don't know, you give me a weird feeling, like cooties, but nice? Like wriggling worms in my head. It's sticky."

There was silence between them as they waited for their bus.

"You give me wiggly feelings too. Truce?" Damian suddenly said after what seemed to be forever to their adorable little minds, and he outstretched a hand.

Virgil took it. "Pleasure doing business, Worm boy."

Damian pouted and pulled his hand back, but didn't need to wait much longer in cute anger as the bus pulled up to their street. Seemingly forgetting the nickname, he pulled Virgil along onto the bus.

"Hey, kiddos!" their favorite, and only bus driver greeted as they sat in the front row.

Virgil never liked the bus, despite how early he was this year. It was loud and cranky and he had to sit next to DeeDee and there were always the mean kids who flicked his head as if a ping-pong ball on the way to their seats. The one thing that made it bearable was the fact he got to sit close to Patton.

Patton had allowed them to use his first name from the get go, inspiring names like "Patting!" from the kindergarteners or "Shatting" from the mean sixth graders. Virgil never tainted the name for he saw no reason to change what was already his favorite part of the morning.

Patton gave them treats on their birthday, never forgetting a single one. Patton hugged them when they were sad and showed them that crying was okay. Patton never yelled or screamed when things got too loud; he knew better than to plague these children with learned behavior, scorn, and hatred. Instead he'd play games that involved the whole bus to busy everyone, or at the very least play music and encourage them to sing along or guess the song.

Patton made things better. But Virgil knew he was sad.

Today, even with Damian's unwavering questions at everything he saw and with the fake stories he kept saying to the kid in the seat next to them, even he could tell that their bus driver was tired.

The two observant fourth graders watched as their second father didn't smile as brightly as he usually did whenever he greeted the kids getting on. He sagged; sluggish and baggy. Virgil noticed he looked a lot like his cousin Remy before a test under his eyes.

However, despite how observant, Virgil never knew how to comfort the gentle man. It's why he and Damian are in the front row. The doctors said he has a "speech impediment" where he couldn't put the words in his head to the outside world quite right. They said his brain was wrong. He knew Damian had a streak of lying and throwing tantrums. It's why he didn't like his new brother; he only served to make him look stupider.

Still, that didn't stop Virgil from putting a hand to Patton's shoulder, at least not entirely. He didn't expect for him to gasp and jump, but Virgil didn't exactly know what to expect anyway. He just pulled his hand back and looked down at his ripped pants in shame the rest of the bus ride.

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They got there slower than Virgil had thought, but no, they were on time. Perhaps his brain was being weird again? He couldn't tell, but either way he walked begrudgingly by Damian into the school.

They passed by their school's office on the way into the gym, which is where you wait until school started. Virgil, again, ever the observant one, saw his school secretary in the window.

He was what was best described as professionally squabbled, or in Virgil's terms, cleanly messy. Mr. Nguyen had hair that was combed back just so and glasses that hid all his worries and fears. He had impeccable pressed ties that, on the occasion, got festive when a holiday came around. He had skilled hands and Virgil hadn't walked by a day where he wasn't working or presenting a board meeting or, if he wasn't doing that, wasn't there at all for the whole day.

Virgil never really disliked Mr. Nguyen. He had no reason to like him either. But right now, Virgil could see he looked exactly like Patton did; utterly miserable.

"Hey, DeeDee, y'see Mr. Nguyen? In the window?" Virgil whispered as he sat right at the entrance so he could get a good look at him.

Damian merely ignored him. "We always see him. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is," Virgil started, already frustrated with the words that wouldn't come out. "He like- he- he's Patton today."

Damian rose a brow, a suspicious trait he most likely picked up from his mother. "You mean he looks like Patton did today?"

Virgil could only nod in relief. "Yeah! He looks Patton today. Do you think the teachers look like that today?"

Damian scanned around the room. He saw nothing out of the ordinary on the teachers' face. However, he did spot a certain trashy boy that Damian all but felt puppy love for. He waved him over. "Rem! Rem!"

The boy, peeking from the corner around his preoccupied brother at his name being called, grinned a crooked and partially toothless grin and ran over to Damian. They merely embraced before Remus took out his backpack, no doubt to reveal some gross frog from his collection.

Virgil cared less and just kept staring at the office, seeing Patton and a few other drivers come in for their mandatory morning report before they head out to go back to whatever they do when not driving. Patton still looked like a walking corpse.

Virgil vowed to take that frown away.

However, the school bell had other plans.

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Virgil thinks that time really has slowed down, and maybe it isn't his stupid brain.

Every minute of class felt not as much a blur as it usually was. Usually, class was as easy as it got, and today he even got to skip out of gym for speech classes. He liked the speech teacher, Valerie. She allowed him to say her first name like Patton did. Virgil liked Valerie too.

But even his marvel at how fantastic his day had been so far didn't distract him from the fact his bus driver was unhappy.

Virgil sat with Damian and all the other broken kids at lunch. Remus was there too, and as much as he loved Damian off his back, the two talking about frogs and the fact the French eat frog legs was already starting to get on his nerves. He just focused on his sandwich and juice box, never saying a word.

It became time to throw out the food, and Virgil knew it was gametime. He looked to everyone at the table before rushing, the other two running to throw out their styrofoam plates the fastest.

Sadly, like always, Virgil's dreams of success were barred by Remus's long, nimble legs and long, skinny arms.

Virgil wanted to pout and tell them that Remus always wins, but Mr. Glover came in to clean and one look sent the three of them scrambling to recess.

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Today they had art time, and Virgil had never been more determined in his life.

He grabbed construction paper, glue, crayons, markers, tape, and a How-To: pop up book. They were supposed to be making Thanksgiving cards for one of the staff members, and technically he was following what he was supposed to do. It was just that Patton's name hadn't been listed on the board to write to for their fake post office.

No matter. He would make the best card ever to cheer up his favorite and only bus driver. Damian seemed more interested in watching Remus eat the glue stick and then calling for them to go to the nurse.

Virgil ignored the two's antics in favor of focusing on his masterpiece.

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Finally, at the end of the day, with high hopes and spirits and even better hope for Patton, Virgil all but ran to the bus he remembers so clearly beyond anything else. Damian followed close behind, sitting beside him in the seat they always sat.

Virgil heard Patton greet him, as always. Virgil could still hear how tired he was. He looked as pale as Virgil did.

Virgil, without prompting, took out his card and shoved it into Patton's hands before taking his seat and covering himself up with his hoodie as far in the seat as he could go.

Patton watched the young boy sat back down in a hurry before looking down at the card. The craftsmanship, of course, could be better, but honestly Patton could hardly care. He read the "I Think Your Cool" at the top and then a hand drawing of a turkey, covered in glitter and Patton's signature blue.

Patton almost cried, and then did cry when he saw the inside.

It held handwritten words with a picture of presumably Virgil fighting away the storm clouds over Patton; the bus with muscles and also beating up the stormcloud. The words wrote "I saw your sad face. I want to fix it. See! Fixed it!"

When Patton looked up, sniffling and holding the card dear to his heart, he saw Virgil peaking out from his jacket. That little boy held the softest smile and even Damian stopped for a moment to grin, gap tooth apparent but not even a hint of malice could fill Patton at this moment.

Last night had been so awful, but maybe today hadn't been so bad. No, today had been fantastic. Virgil fixed his heart for just a moment.

Edit: the card! Made by moi

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 88) "Bad Kids"

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"FUCK!! What day is it?" Luna asks as she lifts her face after railing another line of 30's.

"Thursday..?" Colson answers her, confused.

"Time?" She asks to his 542P. "Motherfucker..." Luna mutters.

Colson asks What's Up as she lights a joint. Luna missed her therapy session scheduled at 5P, she explains with a sigh.

Taking a moment to call Kylie. Luna assures her, she simply forgot and isn't MIA. She watches Colson snort a long line of Adderall while she's on the phone, puffing on the joint.

Once she's ended the call, she passes it to him as they get dressed. Both in all black. Colson in a black T, black jeans and his Vans. Luna in an oversized, long sleeve black T. Large enough to wear as a dress. Under, she has on sheer black stockings and tight, black spandex shorts. Her Docs, jewelry and a purple lip finishing off her look.

"You're gonna skate in that?" Colson questions her attire.

"Watch me." She replies with a smirk.

"Oh, I fucking will." He grins.

Throwing her school bag of goodies on his back. Colson grabs Luna's ass and their jackets as they head out of their suite.

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The bar at The Ambassador is empty.

Until The Ten of Them pile inside. Loud and rowdy as usual. Taking up the entire wooden row of the bar.

They order drinks as they wait for their table at the Reserve Lounge inside the hotel. An Old Fashioned for Luna and a Heineken for Colson.

Grinning, he whispers into her ear. "You still taste better."

Luna shakes her head with a light laugh. Cheeks turning pink.

"I WANT a ribeye with fried onions and mushrooms. And a fucking baked potato. I don't give a FUCK about anything else." Sam states.

She's sitting to Luna's left, while Colson's on her right. Baze, who's next to Sam, leans up on the bar to look down at Luna.

"Bro. I think your girl's my twin." He laughs. Looking at Sam, then at Luna, finally back at Sam. "We gonna fuck up some beef TONIGHT!! He laughs again as he lifts his drink to Sam's agreement.

"Who we fucking up?" Slim hollers from the other end of the bar.

"BEEF!!!" Sam and Baze shout in unison.

Erupting them both into laughter along with Colson and Luna.

Luna gives her friend a Lil Look. Sam can get along with everyone. Same as she can hold her own against anyone. Being taken advantage by no one. Sam's never been about that Relationship Life. Knowing her friend too well, Luna can read her better then her favorite book. There's a LoveBuzz happening at the bar. Luna reading the signs before Sam can even write them herself.

Luna glances over at Colson. He catches the glimmer in her eye. They both cheese at the idea of their friends together. With no words said. Just One Look.

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Once sat, they continue to converse loudly. The Ten of Them having no volume control. With more drinks and appetizers ordered, they're even louder. And so out of place.

Their server asking his Front of the House manager to watch them. Unaware of who they are and sure of the likelihood that they're gonna Dine N Dash. Feeling dumb upon his boss's explanation. 

"I don't know how to skate..." Ashleigh complains after they order.

She's one of three. Benny, nor Bullet grind either. AJ being an undercover SkaterBoy to Luna's unknown intrigue.

"There's one of those Rent-A-Bike stations in front." Rook chimes in.

"You want MY ass on a BIKE!??" Benny asks in disbelief.

"Weeble Wobbles Weeble but they don't fall down!" Luna grins at her friend from across their dinner table.

Benny laughs. He adores Luna, he has since that night at the strip club. He fears her too. Being from NYC also, he knows what she's connected to.... And fully aware of what she's capable of on her own.

"Ya gonna catch me Brooklyn, if I weeble too far?" Benny teases.

"Fucken' right, Benz." Luna grins at him, arms open wide.

Somehow, he knows that although he's the bodyguard and Luna's tiny as fuck. THAT Brooklyn Bitch would have him should ANYTHING erupt. It's who she is.

"We riden!!!" Benny shouts to Bullet's complete bemusement.

Bullet doesn't know Luna. He thinks he likes her but he's not sure, not having any experience to trust her. Irritated with Benny, he eats his steak and sips his wine.

The Other Nine of Them are as happy as fat clams. Engaged, boisterous and fully enjoying each other. Filling their bellies with food before The Magic.

Bullet doesn't know yet.... But he will.

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After a paid for dinner and proper tip, they head to The Bus.

Climbing on, all of them bursting with delicious goodness. Passing eight joints between The Ten of Them, they settle their bellies easily. All full. All sighing.

Sam pops up first. That Bitch wants them slushies.

Scooping the WHOLE jar, all Ten of Them wind up with full solo cups of Magic. Like fucking water ice. Sam handing out a plastic spoon with each of their solo cup treats.

"I shouldn't eat this...." Bullet confides in Benny.

"You won't survive this night if you don't." Benny reassures him as he takes a bite of sweet, delicious Magic Slushies.

Poor Bullet. He thinks he knows... But he has no idea.

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Splitting from The Bus, they head over to the Light District on boards and bikes. Obliging Ashleigh's one request.

"It's FUCKING closed!!???!!!" She shouts in frustration.

Kansas City's Light District closes at 5P. What THE fuck kinda shit is that?? Seriously... Why?

Ashleigh's really upset. All agreeing with her that It's Bullshit.

Luna asking her if she'd like Her to Burn it Down.

Ashleigh answers with a laughing and adoring NO. The Magic of Wild Mushrooms creeping around her brain. She appreciates Luna's brass love for her, but Ashleigh isn't violent. Never has been.

"Let's find somewhere else." She coaxes her defender as she climbs back on her rented bike.

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Rolling through Kansas City, they're tripping their BALLS and PUSSIES off. Colors are streaking. Bodies are loose. The school bag packed with water instead of alcohol. Luna handing off bottles to everyone's gratitude.l

Lighting a joint as they roll through Kansas City. Luna passes it to Sam. Colson has his own lit. Passing it to Slim.

Firing another, Luna slows her pace. Riding beside Bullet, she grins. Hitting it multiple times before she speaks...

"I'm not THAT bad. I promise." A wink and grin following her words as she passes him the joint before pushing off to fly past him.

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"Fuck you ain't...." Bullet thinks as she passes him. Amused by the tiny blonde girl and her wild punch.

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They skate and bike around Kansas City. Watching the lights as they laugh. Passing joints and water amongst themselves as they eat their Magic Slushies.

Sliding up on a corner, Colson stops.

"Where the fuck are we?" He asks confused.

"In the Dark Pits of Hell, where we belong!!" Luna laughs, snapping his picture in the moment.

"He's so fucking beautiful." She thinks, not being able to stop her grandfather from lingering in her soul.

"C'mon Lovey!!" She shouts as they boot, scoot and boogie.

Ashleigh can't hold her shit together. Tripping balls, she doesn't know how to make the bike work anymore.

"Can we sit?" She pleads.

Always one to spot a park, Luna's on it.

"Come on, Buddy." She says, grabbing the back of Ashleigh's seat along with a handle bars.

Pushing Ashleigh along with ALL of Luna's force. There's a park ahead. The Holy Grail of her ENTIRE existence.

"We're almost there, Boo!" Luna's wide smile encourages Ashleigh's tired legs.

Hitting the park, Ashleigh drops her bike like a rock.

"Uggghhhh....." She exhales.

Luna grabs her board and Ashleigh's hand as the others arrive. She's undoubtedly Their Leader.

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After swinging and climbing and running around the playground, they tire like little kids. Finding the perfect spot, Luna slips her bag off Colson's shoulders. Pulling out sheets as she displays them in front of their view.

All Ten of Them admire the glowing sight of Kansas City. Some standing in amazement, others sitting on the sheets in awe.

They're tripping their souls out as they stare into the sky line. Colors crossing and dancing. Bodies tingling as their third eyes see everything.

Laying and talking. The Ten of Them are curled upon the sheets, melting their faces off.

Pulling out her bag of tricks, Luna hands Colson four tennis balls to his delight. Face shining, he hops up to juggle them.

Next, she produces crayons and coloring books. Laying them out, they're grabbed by Ashleigh and Rook.

Slim finds the Nerf football. Sam jumping up for a solid toss.

Baze is stuck on the ground. Luna lighting a joint. Hitting it hard, she hands it to him.

"Fucken' Loons, Maaan..." Is all he can say in accepting pleasure.

AJ is lost in the stars on the sheets also. Magic Slushies winning. Luna handing him his own joint to his delight.

Benny is running around with Sam and Slim. Bullet still as a statue.

"Did you not drink the Kool-Aid...." Luna asks.

She had noticed his solid demeanour. Tall, strong. Relentless.

Arms crossed, he admits he had a scoop or two.

"Only a SCOOP!! BRO!!" Luna looks at him with disappointment. "We're not so crazy that you can't enjoy yourself, Sugar." Luna tries to reassure him. "I can't believe you didn't eat your slush." Luna looks at him, irritated. "What a fucking waste."

"I knooooww." Bullet sheepishly admits.

"Well, lucky YOU, Motherfucker!!" Luna grins.

She always has a secret stash. Pulling out a small container of pure mushrooms, she insists he eats them with her. NOW.

Luna's a rock when it comes to negotiating. Bullet sharing and eating the full half ounce she has stashed.

She grins as they chew. Her bright smile welcoming him into Her World.

There's a LOT going on in their group. Rook and Ashleigh are happily coloring. Slim, Sam, Benny and AJ toss the Nerf ball. Baze is still SO lost in the sky on his back.

Luna grabs Colson, dragging Baze and Bullet with them. It's football time, she calls to Benny.

"Hut!! Hut!!" Luna shouts to their colorful minds.

Their game is a ShitShow. It's hilarious to watch them toss, tumble and roll amongst themselves. None can see correctly and all of them have noodle legs.

Somehow, Luna can throw and avoid getting caught. Easily scoring a 14 to 0.

"Mothafucka, WHAT?... Mothafucka WHO??? Luna laughs.

She's never been a gracious winner. Laughing too hard.

She's caught by a "Fuuuck yooou?!!"

Along with a loving, grinning, full on body hit from Sam. They roll in the grass, wrestling and laughing. Each calling Uncle when they find themselves locked on their sides.

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Laying in the night's sky, life comes into view. Playing Cold War Kids on one of their phones. Music drifts softly.

All Ten sprawled on sheets, they catch the beauty of Kansas City. Laying together in harmony.

Until Colson wants to take Luna away.

"Come're..." He begs

"Hmmmm..." She rolls her head up towards him.

Eyes dancing as she absorbs is face. Their colorful ensemble watching the stars like 4th graders at the Planetarium for the first time.

Colson grabs Luna's hand, pulling her out of the hype.

Yards away with only his phone, Colson holds Luna tight. She's the only one he's ever danced with outside of Casie and weird Middle School stuff. Tripping his face off, he's overwhelmed with feelings for Luna. His beloved.

In the darkness with just them two, Colson holds Luna close and firm. The lyrics to the original Swing Life Away swirl behind them. Causing Colson to hold Luna tighter then ever.

🎶Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words🎶

He sings softly, ducking his head into her ear.

She loves him. So fucking much. More then she could've ever imagined. Those blue eyes that see right into her soul. Those fingers that know every inch of her body. That heart that just fucking gets it.

Their love is fresh in her brain. Breaking her heart as her soul ignites. Believing him as sings to her that they Could Get By Just Fine on Minimum Wage.

Luna can't handle it and starts to cry. The drugs have her overwhelmed. Feelings flying everywhere. Heart dangling on her long sleeve.

"Please don't fucking die." She whimpers into Colson's chest.

He holds her as she gently sobs.

His mind is twisting too. Making him not sure of what to say. Then it pops.

"Cockroach." He states like he's answering the most important question of his life.

This stops Luna. Colson's words sliding inside her body, wrapping themself around her heart.

Feeling her sigh, he scoops her off the ground as if he's going to carry her over a threshold. With her arms draped around him, they stare into each other's trusting eyes. No words need to be said. They're the only two in the world right now. Luna strokes his cheek, as Colson leans in to kiss her.

There's a whole body explosion happening between the two of them once their lips touch. It's part drugs but mostly insatiable love.

Not even caring, in their own world, Colson slowly brings himself and Luna to the ground. Never breaking their kiss. He runs his hands though her hair, making her brain tingle.

Climbing on top of her, he holds himself up as her hands slowly trail his body. Their touch is almost orgasmic as he sucks on her neck and she slides her hands down his pants. Gripping his ass.

His free hand up her shirt dress. Sliding under her bra, playing with her nipple peircing. Pulling at her shorts.

"I need to be inside of you." Colson says in between kissing her neck and face.

"Mhhhmmm." Luna agrees.

He pulls down his pants as Luna slides out of the shorts. She doesn't understand her stockings though. Both too far gone to figure out how to get them off. Taking off her Docs not even an actual thought for either.

Colson reaches back into his pants. Pulling Luna towards him by the crotch of her tights, he stretches them out as he flicks his blade open.

Luna's heart immediately begins to race as he brings the knife towards her pussy. Slitting a hole through her tights, he rips them open. She bites her lip as she watches him.

Both of their bodies throbbing for the other. Mouths salivating as they look upon each other.

The world EXPLODES as Colson slowly slides into Luna. Both moaning out a pleased FUCK.

Colson takes his time. Gliding along Luna's clenched walls. Every inch and touch is overwhelming. If he goes to fast, he's convinced he may die.

Luna can't handle anything. Dying a thousand tiny deaths as she clings to him. Shifting into his rhythm. Kissing his mouth and face. She has to keep her eyes closed. Looking at him is too much. Fearing her heart will explode from his blue eyes.

They could've fucked for 5mins or 5hrs. They have no idea. Luna having multiple mental and physical orgasms before Colson allows himself to let loose.

Laying inside and on top of her, Colson feels at ease. There's no place in the world he'd rather be. This moment being one of his most content in life.

"I love you, Kitten." He breathes out.

"Mmmm... I love you." Luna mummers into his neck with her legs still holding him close.

"ARE YOU TWO FUCKING AGAIN!!??!" Sam shouts across the field.

Colson pulls his face out of Luna's hair to look at her. His face is still too beautiful for her.

"Jesus fucking Christ. She's like the kid sister I never had." Colson's wide eyes say in amazement.

Making Luna laugh, he pops out of her.

"An annoying kid sister." He says with a pout.

Shifting down, Colson lays on Luna's chest. Stroking his hair, they enjoy their bliss for a bit more before they rejoin the others.

"Yeah, we were Fucking. Kid Sister." Colson states as him and Luna climb back into the pile.

Who you talking too?" Ashleigh asks, confused.

"Ol sex police Sam over here." He tells her to the group's laughter.

"You're like fucking rabbits." Sam shoots back.

"That's why she calls me Bunny." Colson states matter of fact, making Luna roll on her side in a fit of giggles. It's funny because it's true.

All of their bodies riding private rollercoasters as their brains link back up. The Ten of Them talk about life, aliens, what they think God may be, if they'd like to live under the sea like Sponge Bob and all kinds of other weird shit. Figuring out the key to life. Love and friendship. Even Bullet enjoying himself.

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Back at the Ambassador no one wants to separate. The Boys drag mattresses from the other rooms to Colson and Luna's suite. It's sleepover time again.

Collecting water for everyone, Luna dutifully passes out Xanax along with vitamins D and B6 to aid in their recovery.

Surrounded by pillows, blankets and love, they watch reruns Rugrats. Burning and laughing as they slowly come down.

Laying with Colson wrapped behind her, Luna feels so at peace. Her eyes are closed as he strokes her hair.

"I'm so fucking in love with you.... I can see it radiating off of us." Colson says with his eyes closed too.

Opening her eyes, Luna jumps off the mattress. Body flying across the room.

"IT'S NOT OUR LOVE!!! THE FUCKING TRASH CAN'S ON FIRE!!!" She shouts.

Grabbing it, she hauls ass into the bathroom. Tossing it into the tub before turning on the water.

Everyone is kinda numb, shocked or can't comprehend what just happened. Bullet taking notice that Luna's quick.

Climbing back into Colson, Luna asks What The Fuck Is Up With Them and Fire. He shakes his head, not knowing. Kissing the back of hers, he holds her firmly as they fall asleep together.

Benny turning to Bullet. Giving him a knowing eye, he warns that Tonight Was Easy.

He'll get it eventually.

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To be continued....