#we wear sunglasses inside bitch

[oatmilk-vampire]

Steve Harrington needed hearing aids.

He wasn't born needing them. In fact, he was just about as healthy as a young man in his social class could be. But numerous head injuries eventually led to gradually worsening hearing loss, leading him to needing mostly useless hearing aids.

His damage was so severe he actually needed cochlear implants but his parents kicked him out of their house and off of their insurance plan when he got caught kissing his teammate back in high school. With his minimum wage job and splitting rent with his roommate Robin, he currently did not make enough money for such a luxury.

So he did the next best thing: he learned ASL.

It was free, other than his time invested, and Robin was the one to suggest it. After all, she was already fluent in five languages and had been in band for twelve years. If anyone could teach herself and a hard of hearing person to sign, it was Robin Buckley.

The only bad part was, they were the only two who seemed to know the damn language, leaving Steve to strain to hear or read lips lest he get (mostly) silently yelled at by some deranged customer.

So when he spotted a guy around his age with long, dark curly hair and perfectly round black glasses with side shields, he knew he had to act.

He knew what it was like to have people gloss over the fact that you exist, or even berate you for it; so he took a page out of Robin's book.

He learned braille.

Sure, technically Steve could still speak to the boy, but wouldn't it be more special if he could read what Steve wanted to say?

So he practiced and practiced until he was happy, bringing the card to work where his crush appeared to be a regular.

As Steve sees him walk in, he knows today's the day.

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Hi I am Steve sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you are really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

Steve is giddy when he wanders over to the boy in dark clothes. He had on black jeans that are ripped at the knees, a Metallica band tee, a leather jacket, and a denim battle vest. He's perfect. He's hot.

Steve's footsteps must be louder than he expects because the object of his affection immediately turns in his direction.

"Hi," Steve greets as he presses the thick stock paper into his hands.

The boy angles his head down with a frown as he traces an index finger over the raised dots, before looking right at Steve behind those dark frames.

He takes them off, and Steve learns after so long that his eyes are brown.

"I'm sorry," his crush says, Steve recognizing those syllables easy enough, "But I can't read this. What is it you're trying to say?"

But now that response is too much, Steve can't keep up. All he knows is the card he worked so carefully punching little holes in with a special tool he had to buy was now being pushed back into his hands.

Steve doesn't try to answer, he just wants to get the hell away before his tears spill over, but a hand on his shoulder stops him in his tracks.

He tenses, squeezes his eyes shut and braces for impact, but when a familiar hit doesn't land on his face, he cautiously opens his teary eyes to find him staring right at Steve.

"Are you okay?" He asks, but Steve can't be quite sure if he's checking on him or asking if he's gay.

Steve's own frown appears on his face as he points to his ears.

"Can't hear too good."

His mouth drops open, rushing to spiel something Steve doesn't catch. He must realize this because he's taking Steve's card back from him now as he mimics writing something with raised eyebrows.

Steve nods his head, more confused that the guy he thought was blind seemed to be understanding him perfectly.

He fishes out the little pad of paper and pen he keeps with him for moments not quite like this, passing the two items over.

He scribbles for a moment before letting Steve read what he's written in big loopy letters.

Hi, I'm Eddie. Sorry, I can't read braille. What did you say?

Steve furrows his brows.

I thought you might know it. Aren't you blind?

Eddie shakes his head with a little smile.

The glasses? I have killer migraines. Never go anywhere without them.

Steve smacks himself in the face. He's been such a fool!

Eddie taps him to gain his attention once more before handing him the notepad and pen.

What did you say? I'd like to know :)

Steve worries his bottom lip.

Hi I'm Steve. Sorry if this is weird but I just wanted to say you're really cute and I would like to ask you out on a date

He's nervous as he hands it back, but Eddie's wide grin and eager nod does wonders to knock back those worries.

I thought you'd never ask, Steve.

[half-oz-eddie]

Billy wears sunglasses everywhere he goes. Forged some bullshit medical note so he can keep his glasses on in class.

There's nothing wrong, not medically at least. Maybe supernaturally.

Anytime Billy makes eye contact with someone, they instantly fall in love with him.

There were very few limitations. Family members, and anyone more than 4 years older than Billy was immune, but no one else was safe.

He realized he had this "ability", or whatever the hell one would call it, when he was 13. It worked on nearly everyone, but after awhile, using his charm to his advantage wasn't fun. No one wanted to be his friend. Everyone just wanted him to themselves, and sometimes they'd go mad trying to pursue him. He couldn’t let his guard down around anyone.

That's why his family moved to Hawkins in the first place. A jilted girl tried to burn their house down while they were all inside sleeping.

He sat in science class, hardly paying attention, when a tardy student walked in.

It was that King Steve guy everyone had been talking about.

Silky hair, sandalwood smelling, Farrah Fawcett hairspray using son of a bitch Steve Harrington.

Billy hated him, and just as much as he hated him, he wanted him.

He decided he'd make things easy for himself when the teacher paired them up for a project.

He lifted up his glasses, waiting for Steve to look up from his worksheet and make eye contact with him.

Their eyes locked, and Steve's eyes widened. Billy smirked knowingly, expecting that his ability was working.

Steve narrowed his eyes, slightly leaning forward. "Your eyes are really blue, wow." He mentioned, returning to his worksheet. "So d'you wanna finish this up at my house? Or should we go to yours?"

What the fuck? Why wasn't it working? Was it because Billy wanted Steve to fall in love with him? Was that it?

Billy was disappointed. This ability was just as useless as useless could be. What's the point of winning people over, if it isn't anyone he wants?

"Hello? Billy?"

Billy snapped out of his thoughts and nodded at Steve. "Yeah, whatever, let's go to your house."

Billy brought Max home and drove to Steve's house to work on their project.

Billy was determined to use his ability on Steve. Maybe it just didn't work that time. Maybe he needed to try again.

He parked out front, took off his glasses and rang the doorbell.

Steve answered and they briefly made eye contact. Still nothing. Steve invited Billy inside and Billy put his sunglasses back on.

"How come you have to wear those glasses all the time?" Steve asked, offering Billy a beer.

"It's a uh...medical condition."

"Is that why your eyes are so blue like that? You have some kind of light sensitivity thing?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

"So it's like...photosynthesis or something? But in your eyes?"

Billy's face fell flat. Maybe it didn't work because Steve's stupid.

And yet, Stupid, Silky haired, Sandalwood Smelling Steve was all Billy wanted. So he took the glasses off again, and Steve looked into Billy's eyes once more.

"They're so blue and...sparkly. It's pretty. I could look into them all day."

Billy's face flushed a furious red. How could he flirt with him so effortlessly?

He pointedly turned away, trying to conceal his blush.

Steve smiled cheekily. "What? Was it something I said?"

"Yeah, it was! I can't believe you fuckin' said that."

"You're blushing." Steve teased. "You're really beautiful, you know. I've never met anyone like you."

Or...maybe it did work. Did it?

"Y-yeah?" Billy faltered. "S-so what?"

"So...you wanna...hang out before we do the project? Maybe grab dinner?"

"What, are you like...in love with me or something?" Billy half joked, really he was trying to see if his ability was working, just not instantaneously like it usually does.

Steve laughed. "I just wanna get to know you. But who knows what the future could hold?"

Billy smiled. He liked this much better than deep diving into a sudden and obsessive love.

Maybe Steve wasn't so stupid. Maybe he was able to see beyond Billy's eyes.

Or maybe...Steve has some sort of ability of his own...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Curtis Everett, Outta my mind by Monsune

"You've been haunting me for forty days and forty nights

I been waiting for the right time

To let you know that I been lookin' for you all of my life

Feels like walkin' on a landslide

Let me take you, take you down"

Sun In Your Eyes

Warnings: none

Character: Curtis Everett

Summary: You return something important to your neighbour.

As always, I appreciate all kinds of feedback. A like and reblog means so much to me! <3

“Tanya!” You shriek, “ew, that’s enough.”

You stick out your tongue over the top of your bottle. She can be so crass and her account of her last fling is hardly wholesome. She giggles and you can’t help but join her. God, you missed this.

“I’m gonna get to school and be a mile behind you, Yaya,” you sigh and take a swig of the Corona.

“Nah, you’ll catch up,” she winks as she leans back, her pink bikini top low on her cleavage, the bottoms skimpy and barely clinging to her hips. “Guys love the cute ones.”

“Cute,” you pout and look down at yourself. Excuse her, you’re wearing a two piece. The halter top and match high rise bottoms are a blue and white checker print you particularly adored.

“Ah, you know I’m the bad girl of the bunch, bestie,” she tilts her head back, basking in the sun as it glistens on her mellow skin. “I told you we should’ve done this at my place, no fun without a pool.”

“We have a pool,” you scoff and point to the kiddie pool by the fence.

She snickers and flicks you off. She lays back full on the lounger and flips down her sunglasses. 

“Good thing your mom doesn’t count her Coronas or I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Don’t be such a downer,” you chide as you take another deep gulp. The sun is hot and vibrant and the beer isn’t helping how it makes your head swim. 

“You’re a terrible host,” she drains the last of her bottle and wiggles it in the air, “I’m in need of a refill.”

You stand and huff, dramatically trodding over in your flip flops, “and you’re a prize guest.”

You laugh and take the empty. Tanya’s funny. She talks a big game but she’s bent over backwards time and time again. She plays the bitch but has the biggest heart you know of.

“Maybe you should have some water?” You tease.

“Bring me some water and I’ll make sure to cool you off,” she threatens.

You snort and leave her. She fans herself with her hand as you peek back from the sliding door. Your gap year couldn’t end soon enough. Each day you regret your indecision and the months spent trying to pick a program all while pushing face cream down at the boutique.

As you pluck a fresh Corona from the lower shelf, the doorbell nearly has it slipping from your grasp. You set it on the counter and go to see which neighbour is there to tell you to turn your music down. You inch open the door and peek out, surprised at who awaits you on the other side.

“Hey, Curtis,” you greet awkwardly as you hid behind the door, “mom’s away with Dawn.”

“Ah,” the syllable rumbles in his chest. His lazy blue eyes meet yours as he brushes a hand over his buzzcut. The front of his grey tank top is soaked in sweat and streaked with oil, “no problem. Um, I lent her a wrench, I was just hoping to get it back.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t know… uh, yeah, let me see if I can find it.”

“Thanks,” he tucks his thumbs in his pockets and looks over his shoulder.

“Er, you wanna come in? It’s hot out here.”

“I’m fine,” he shrugs.

“Okay, well, you’re more than welcome,” you let the door open a little more, “I’ll just go check the mess drawer.”

“Sure.”

He doesn’t make a move to come inside. You leave the door open and skirt away to the kitchen. You pull open the junk drawer but there’s only duck tape and a pile of outdated bills. Hmmm. You flutter over to the closet behind the bathroom and sort through the box of old frames and cassettes. Shoot.

Oh, wait.

You rush back into the hall. Curtis’ shadow looms in the doorframe but you pay him no heed as you turn and head back to the sliding door. You let yourself out as Tanya rolls onto her stomach.

“Where’s my beer?” She pouts.

“Coming, just gotta…” you trail off and disappear into the shed. Got it.

You grab the wrench and hurry back across the yard. Tanya mutters, ‘typical’, but doesn’t complain further.

You bounce down the hall in triumph, forgetting yourself as you present the prize. “Here! Sorry, mom’s not really the organized type.”

“No problem,” his cheek dimples as his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

You cross your arm over your stomach, suddenly embarrassed. Oh gosh, that must’ve been a rather ungraceful entrance. You hold out the wrench and he takes it slowly.

“Thanks. You get a pool or something?” He wonders.

“Just getting some sun,” you trill. Curtis isn’t usually that talkative. You only ever see him hiding behind his motorcycle, clunking away with his tools.

“Enjoying some beer?” He asks.

You give a guilty grin, “maybe.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you,” he spins the wrench in his hand. “I like that colour.”

You look down again and play with the loose strings that trails from behind your neck. You raises your shoulders sheepishly.

“Thanks, Mr. Everett.”

His cheeks colour slightly and he once more runs his hand over his closely-trimmed hair. He gives his own attire a self-conscious look. He tugs the bottom of his tank and peeks up at you again.

“Sorry, I’m a bit of a mess,” he mutters, “well, uh,” he examines the wrench in his hand and tilts it towards you emphatically, “thanks.”

“No problem.”

He turns and marches to the top step. He pauses and turns back as you ease the door towards the frame. You stop as he shifts back on his heel.

“You can call me Curtis, I don’t mind.”

He sets back on his path and you watch him trod to the curb. As he peers back and forth down the street, he rolls his shoulders and wiggles the wrench in his hand. He tosses it and catches it before he continues on. He must really need that wrench.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Angel going shopping with Husker, Fat nuggets on a leash and Grumpy inside his purse. All of them have matching sunglasses and jackets

Angel " we look fucking amazing"

Husker " we do babe "

Fat nuggets * oink *

Grumpy " Quack "

Adam: These sunglasses are bitching.

What Angel and Husk heard

Quack quack quack quack.

Angel: He likes them!

Adam: .... Can you understand me?

Adam then wears the sunglasses as much as he can lol

[blingblong55]

I meant what I said about the floodgates opening btw 🫧 feral 141 letsgooo

Gaz, having Vietnam war flashbacks: I cannot even speak the name of the man that organised that monstrosity…

Soap, wearing sunglasses inside: We don’t give a fuck.

R/n, remembering biting his ear off: His name was Graves

YES!

Mike Tyson the bitch because he deserves it, also, Soap and R/N are sooooo Lazlo and Nadja

you can't say they aren't because they sooooo are, platonic ofc

[ziminy]

A little too late pt.1

Gojo keep calling you names, even if you have done nothing to him nor see him in your life until he started to interact with you. But you got enough of him, so you're planing on taking revenge.

Tags: mdni, enemies to lovers, bully!Gojo, college au, playboy!Gojo, f!reader, kissing, fingering, lovesick!Gojo, size difference, names (besides dumbass and whatever he calls you, he also says like honey and cute nicknames), creampie (somwhow) , I'll add it later if I missed something.

8500 words, lol. It's pretty long.

Pt 2 here. Masterlist

You were in the hallway with a friend, both of you about to go home. As you were walking, you felt something on your head, and when you looked up you saw the white haired guy.

"Ugly." he said and walked away.

"What's wrong with him?" your friend said. He was always like that. He just out of nowhere started to call you names and then walked away. You don't have any kind of history together, so, what happened? No one knows, to be honest. He just saw you and he decided to do that whenever he saw you from that moment.

"I have no idea." you didn't even knew his name. You don't have any classes together. Does he know your name? Or maybe you done something to one of his friends to be like this? I have no idea. So many questions, yet no one is there to answer them.

But now, you started to see him outside the school. Now, for example. You sat at a table inside a coffee shop, working on some project on your computer and then you heard his voice. "Idiot." he said as he walks past you. Tf? How is he there? Did he started to follow you to insult you? Later, that evening you were talking with a friend of yours over the phone, complaining about the dick head who constantly insults you.

"No, cuz I got enough of this. I don't even know who he is. I can't breathe in peace without him getting out of nowhere and then say something." you said as you sat at the edge of the bed.

"You said he have white hair and blue eyes."

"And he wears sunglasses a lot. Even if he is mistaking me for someone else, at least he should apologize. He have four eyes and still can't see clearly." then your friend sent you a link.

"This might be his profile. I doubt that it's him though." it was him.

"It's him! It's that son of a bitch!"

"Really?" your friend sounded shocked. "Then.. Now that you know who's he what are you going to do?"

"Revenge." you said and hang up. Sure, revenge sounds nice. But what exactly are you going to do? You looked at you phone screen for a few minutes, you weren't scrolling through his profile, you weren't even paying attention to what was on the screen. You were just thinking. He calls you all kind of names. Most of the time an idiot or ugly, dumb ass. How about making him say that you're the opposite? Your finger moved on the screen, scrolling down. Tall ass bitch. Even in the pictures you could see how tall he was. But that wasn't important. With a little bit of courage you send him a message. "Remember me?" a few seconds pass by, almost a minute, then two and he finally saw your text.

"The girl from last night?" what? You stared in disbelief at your screen. The fuck?

"No." you text back.

"The girl from two days ago?" you blinked a few times.

"No."

"Have we seen each other this week?" I mean, yes, but not in the way he's suggesting.

"I'm the girl you keep picking on at school." he saw the text, but he didn't reply. Almost a minute pass by, he was online, but he didn't reply. "Are you still there?" he saw the message instantly.

"So?" you raised an eyebrow. Is he playing dumb?

"I just want to talk :) " it was more than just talk. It was more to make him take everything back.

"What exactly do you want." if only he knew.. But maybe he knows.

"Dunno. Think." why is he replying so slow?

"Dunno who you are." oh, so he wants to play like this? Alright then. War is it.

"You better prepare yourself." it was the last text you sent him before you went to sleep. You heard your phone buzzing, but you didn't even looked at it.

The next morning you woke up with a lot of texts. Mostly from your friend who sent you his profile. But there were also messages from him. Like, "what do you mean" or "don't ignore me", " at least reply ". The evil smile on your face.

"I felt asleep." you finally texted him back.

"So what do you want." he texted back a lot faster than yesterday.

"Nothing. Just talk. Get to know each other?" yeah. Get to know each other my ass. Like you give a fuck about that guy.

"??? " if you could only skip time to the moment he finally says what you want him to say. As much as you want to poke his eyes out, all four of them, you tried your best to have a nice conversation with him. If he could only be more far away than now, another city, or county. Planet, even better. As much as you looked in disgust at your phone screen, you tried your best to keep your cool. And, at the end of the week, you got to know a few things about him. Like the major hes in (it was far too boring to remember), or why he wears another pair of eyes. Like, bro, it's night and he still wears sun glasses. He even sent you photos of where be is, like you would care. With a little bit of acting and the fact that you don't give a shit, you managed to get over the day.

Now your were about to go to sleep, while he kept spamming you. He's in a club or something, and he doesn't see anyone that he would like. For a moment you open your phone, mostly to mute him so that you could sleep in peace.

"I'm not doing charity work." you stared at his text. "Ughhh. Why is everyone so ugly." you wanted to choke him.

"I would do charity work." it was mostly to see his response.

"Well, we're not talking about you now. It's about me." bitch.

"Fuck you." you close your phone and went straight to sleep. The next morning you woke up with not so many messages. The last one being before he finally saw someone that catch his attention, nothing from there. "You up? " but he didn't saw your text until you got ready to leave your house.

"That girl had a boyfriend." Lmao. So? Did he back out?

"So?"

"What do you mean " so"? " was there another meaning than what have he done last night?

"You left her alone?" I mean, pretty obvious, right?

"Fuck no. I just had a threesome." wow. Just, wow. What are you supposed to say after someone just said that? Are you supposed to congratulate them? Are you supposed to ask questions? Also, why is he so open if you two never interacted before this and after he started to insult you out of nowhere?

"Congratulations. Hope it would be twins."

"Always use protection." good for him. But that wasn't the only conversation you had with him that left you with questions. At the end of the next week you woke up with questions about you. What color are your panties? How far can you squirt? Can you jump on it like it's an trampoline? This wasn't normal. This isn't the way it supposed to go. Not like this, at least. Sure, if you were dating. But you're not. Not now and not later. "What's your favorite color?" that was the most normal question you ever heard from him.

"Why?" you're skeptical tho.

"So I could buy condoms in that color." oh my god. What in the world?!

"Bro????"

"I'm having a date later."

"Then what does it have to do with my favorite color? Like I want to know who you're fucking and in what color."

"I don't know her favorite color, so I could at least do this. Geto said I should get them green." him and that friend of his. He kept talking about the guy he hang around with most of the time. That guy encourage him to do so many stuff.

"Then do that! You frick!"

"What's your favorite fruit?"

"I'm not shoving anything up my ass." it was like you anticipated his questions. But no, everytime you think it's something, it's turn up to be something else.

"So I could buy condoms in that flavor?? Why would you put something in you ass? Can i see it." the block button was suck a temptation. As soon as he would admit that you're a decent human being, the sooner he's blocked.

"Fuck you." most of your conversations end up like that. And, like this three weeks pass by since you started to text him. He was a mixed machine. He'll be like this now, then like that. He sent so many pics of him, yet he never received one from you. Yet he doesn't seem to care. He only sent more photos and more photos like you have what to do with them. Maybe sell them online? There were quite a few people who liked him around the school. Maybe you could get a use of those photos in a way or another.

"You're not as bad as I thought." was this what you think it is? But it only been three weeks. Was he that easy? "I thought that you want to fuck at first." was it not evident?

"Like hell I want to be near your horny ass."

"You're like a girl friend I only talk to."

"Who wants to be friends with you?"

"Let me finish. -And I haven't fucked."

"You fuck your friends?"

"Yet." why is he getting out of subject. Also, text all once, you freak.

"Where are you?" is one of his weekly dates boring?

"At a bar with some friends."

"Don't drink too much." at least if he says something, he better be wide awake. It's doesn't feel like a victory if he's drunk.

"Don't tell me what to do." bitch. At least stop texting.

"Go home if you feel like you had too much. Don't stay there and get your ass back home."

"Alright." he went offline the next moment he sent that text. What a moody guy. Well, he always seemed a little different when he was drunk. Like he was more serious. Or like he actually listen to you. "Good morning." you woke up with a text from him.

"So? With who did you went home? Anything nice?" you texted. You would have let him text after that. It was mostly to look like you care after all.

"I went home alone. Didn't felt like doing anything yesterday." the way you gasped. He was known for fooling around after all.

"Fr?"

"Yeah."

"Waaaa. Congratulations. It's like you're finally in place. Your demons finally left your hormones alone." it was like he wasn't himself. You couldn't really believe, after the few days you two been talking, he was always with a girl, then another. Maybe he mistook you for someone else, since he changed girls like clothes.

"Mmm." but something was odd. It was strange. Is he drunk? What's with the replies.

"Alright, alright. I understand. Text me when you're sober."

"I'm not drunk."

"And I'm batman. Get over the hungover, Hercules." you close your phone and sat in bed. Man, if he could just confess faster. It's becoming tiresome at this point. You text him as soon as you wake up, you text him before you go to sleep. He text you out of nowhere and tell you what he's doing, even if you never ask for it. He could just had blocked you from the start, but he didn't. Maybe you got some of his hungover. Is being drunk contagious?

"I heard you been talking to Satoru." you're friend said, somehow waking you up from your thoughts. It's been three days of that guy not texting you. Maybe he got enough of you? But his actions did made you think a little of how he's been acting, even when your at school, like now for example.

"Oh? That guy? Yeah. What about him?" you said fixing your posture.

"Don't get your hope high. Have you heard about him and the girls that hang around him?" how could you not? He been describing every hookup. He never leaves a detail apart. But as long as you can keep him entertained, it doesn't matter.

"I know better than anyone what he been doing." you said and crossed your arms to your chest. "See that girl over there?" you point in some girl's direction. "She and one of her friends hook up with that guy. Both of them slept with him separately and then both of them tried to confess to him at the same time. It ended in a threesome." your friend looked a little surprised. "See that guy over there? His girl cheated on him with Gojo and that black haired guy he been hanging around with." your friend gasped. "And guess what. They're still together."

"Nahh.. I don't believe you.." your friend put a hand over her mouth.

"And guess what. That guy confronted her."

"As he should." but it didn't ended there.

"And then it was a gangbang. It was him, the four eyes guy, his friend, two more guys if I remember. Then Gojo left with his friend two other guys came in. It turned out that girl been cheating on her boyfriend with multiple guys." your friend gasped again.

"What? How do you know about it." she looked shocked and in disbelief.

"The guy you just warn me about it told me. He just can't keep his mouth shut."

"I thought you were also fooling around with him."

"We're just talking. Nothing more." and it was about to end very soon. He either confess or you'll just block him. One of two.

"What are you talking about?" you're phone buzzed, revealing his text. Oh, he's not dead?

"Are you spying on me now?" you texted back.

"I've been feeling very bad lately. I think I might be ill or something." you giggle. But it was an evil giggle.

"Who are you talking to?" your friend said.

"Speaking of wolf. You would not believe it." you show your phone to your friend.

"Do you think that if you talk with him will say a few words to one of his friends to go out with me?" like heck you'll ask for anything from him.

"Nahh ah. It's not going to happen."

"Most of the people around him are just.. Ugghh. One date. Please." you raised an eyebrow.

"Okay. Time out. I'm not talking to you until you get yourself in check." you got up from where you were sitting. Oh, sweet break, it was about to end. How many classes do you have left until you can finally go home? Time pass very fast. So fast that it even been four days since he finally started to text you again.

"I don't really have what to do, to be honest." well, the weekend was about the corner.

"You know, seeing you staying in place is weird. Like, you're not the dick head you used to be like a week ago." you confessed.

"Yeah.. About that."

"?? " you raised an eyebrow.

"Can we talk about something." he left someone pregnant? Did he perhaps fooled with a girl and now she's asking him to marry her?

"Man.. Don't scare me like that. I'm here to talk." yeah. Go ahead and talk. Maybe if he gets over his phrase and you're there.. Maybe.. Maybe he'll open up?

"I've been thinking for some time now about it. I stopped texting you at some moments thinking it would go away. But you really don't wanna sleep with me. You don't want anything from me."

"If it's about this, then I don't wanna talk about it. I'm not going to sleep with you." this? Didn't he said personally that you're just a girl he's friends with. A girl that he doesn't sleep with? Yet.. But the yet part won't come.

"Sleep with me woman! Ask for something from me. Ask for a relationship. Ask for things I won't like. Make me reject you."

"Boy, if you don't shut your ass. Imma Jackie Chan your ass."

"Listen, I feel stuff I never felt before. I think I'm mentally ill." at least he's speaking the truth.

"Yeah, I also think that."

"I think I might have some heart issues. I'm dying."

"I don't really wanna go to your funeral."

"Y/N." he remember your name? "I think I like you." What? "No, I.. I don't know what these feelings are. I never felt this when I'm looking at someone good looking. I never felt this when I'm with more beautiful girls."

"Thank you for calling me ugly."

"You're not ugly. You never were. You're the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life." mmm. Sure.

"You called me an idiot before." you stared at the text you just sent. He's typing, you can see that.

"You're smart, beautiful. You're there to talk to me. You listen to my bullshit even if I didn't asked to. You still talked to me even if I called you names. I am an idiot." yeah. He is. You smiled at the screen. But then something hit you. Was this.. A win? Will this be.. His villain origin story? What if you decide to not fuck around with him? No! Wait! You were never fucking with him! Your eyes widened and then you realize. He made you soft. All and fuzzy inside. You gasped. Was this his plan from the start? Is this the way he seduces all those poor women?! "I love you." you stared at his nonsense. "I adore you." bullshit. "I wanna be with you." that just straight shit! This man! This was his plan from the start, wasn't it?! He plan on making you text first and then fall for his words. "I really love you." you pressed on your phone screen and looked at the block button. Right under it was the report button. Witch one should you press first? Block so you can stop seeing him typing bullshit or report, so you could report his bullshit? You close your eyes and took a deep breath and then press the first button that was in your way. You open your eyes and he was blocked. Finally. You're free from the devil's hand. You were finally free from his curse. That damn man. Ughh. That evening, after you finally was done with him, you went straight to sleep. And in the morning , out of habit you almost texted him. It was when you open the conversation when you realized what happened. You should be happy, yet you only felt tired. What happened yesterday made you go through so many feelings, it was tiresome. Getting ready for school and even the walk was making you feel like you haven't slept last night. The classes? Ughh. It was like they were never going to end. The weekend? Slept it away, now feeling even tired. The next week? Your friends finally said something about it, getting you out of it. Bros over hoes. No, he wasn't even your whore. The next day, you were finally on your feet. Getting other routes to your classes. Getting to know better the school that you've been going to for almost two years now. You were all a smile while the white haired guy was suffering in silence. He stopped taking care of himself. He stopped talking to a lot of people. He didn't even wanted to get out the house anymore. He walked to classes looking half dead and half homeless and then go back home. You? You got to see parts of the city where you never been before. Your friends dragging you out the house and showing new places. Some of them you recognize from the photos you received from the blue eyes guy.

"Since tomorrow is Saturday, how about going to a club or something?" one of your friends said while sipping from the coffee she bought earlier. The coffee shop you were in was somewhere far away from your home.

"Mmm. I'll go." you said. For the past few days you've been going out as soon as your done with your classes.

"It's rare to see you like this."

"A few days ago you were a living mess and now look at you."

"What happened anyway? I don't remember you being in a relationship." that made you look away.

"I've been going through some hard times. But what I can say is that I'm over it now."

"Whatever." the soon you got home, the sooner you jumped in bed. It was hard to keep up with others. You felt tired than before. Continuously walking left and right, always having to smile so people would stop asking you what was going on at the start of the week. You close your eyes and when you were about to fall asleep, something woke you up. Your phone buzzing? You looked at it. It was nothing. Since you stopped talking to that guy you kept hearing your phone, when in reality you never even got a notification from any random app. You close you phone and close your eyes, falling asleep this time. The next morning you woke up with your friends in your house.

"We're going to order some food and then watch a movie or something, then later were going to get ready to go out." one of your friends said.

"Yeah, yeah. " you said looking at your phone. Whatever. It wasn't that thrilling. Hours pass by, you keep hearing laughing and people talking in the background. It's not like you have anything to listen to.

"Y/N, weren't you taking with Gojo? How's things going on?"

"You know. Nothing much. He haven't been really texting, he might be busy or something." you said still looking at your phone.

"Eh? I heard he's not feeling very well." another friend of yours said.

"He said he might be sick. Dunno anything else tho." But their nagging never end. Could anyone stop talking or change the subject? Please. For sucks shake.

"But I heard-"

"Let's leave the man alone." you said and got up from your bed. "Isn't it the time for us to get ready? I wasn't the one who said that I wanna go to club." after what seemed an eternity, everyone is ready and in front of the club. "I'm going to get waisted tonight." you said as soon as you got in. That place was loud. The music wasn't even that good, or for your liking. But the bar? That area was surprisingly empty. The sooner you ordered something to drink, the sooner you empty your glass. And then got another one. Three empty glasses already and you were on the dance floor. These people look like they forgot how to have fun. It was like they were bearly moving. Maybe it's the music fault. It was still not on your liking. But that didn't stopped you from moving your body like you were some kind of fish on the land. The song change and it made you stop for a moment. The previous drinks weren't strong, maybe if you got another drink? But the drinks looked so far away, along with the piece of wood they are at, but you know who's closer? The white haired guy , looking like he was only getting closer and closer. Or not. No, he looked like he was in the middle of your way to the bar, but he never got closer. He stood there, looking like the slender man he is. He never moved, but he looked at you. His messy hair, the white shirt he was wearing that looked like he was embracing his body just the right size. It was tight enough to see the form of his body, but it didn't looked like it was about to pop off him. The round glasses he wears everywhere he's going. His hands in his pockets, now out of pocket, now crossed to his chest then in his pocket again. Is he nervous? Or what kind of worms does he have in his body for making him move his hands so indecisive. You walked forward, getting closer to him and the bar you intend to go to. He open his lips, looking like he was about to say something, but no sounds came out of it. You were now in front of him, looking up at him. Suddenly , you felt something. "My neck." you said and put a hand on the back of your neck. "I forgot how tall are you." He stared at you. He never said something. You walk past him, not saying another word. Man, this revenge feels a little bitter. You sat at the bar, waiting for the barman to be available to take your order.

"Don't drink too much." what does he want?

"Why would I listen to you?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I listen to you before. Also, I'm saying it because I don't want to see you in a place like this." if he could just go back to his old self.

"I want to see myself in a place like this." no you don't. For some reasons, whenever he talks, it's like you're trying to say the complete opposite. Annoying him? Dunno. It was something that it made you want to go the other way.

"Y/N." you looked with the side of the eye at him. What does this guy wants from you? he sighed. "Are those your friends?" he said and turned around to look at some girls not far from you two.

"I think so." lately, even them have been going off the right path. There was a big difference from the moment you started to hang out with them and now.

"One of them tried to sleep with me."

"I know."

"The other one is after one of my friends." yeah, you know that too. "Why are you friends with them?" sometimes you don't choose the way people are. Sure, today might be your friend, but what about tomorrow.

"Sometimes people do things. But it's not like you can complain about them. You're not better than them."

"But I'm not worse." dunno about that.

"What do you want anyway." is he really ready for a round two? Was it not enough a week ago?

"I didn't really planned anything, I didn't even know that you're going to be here." so? "Can we talk?" again?

"I don't know how to block you in real life, but I know how to leave." you were about to leave when he put a hand over yours, trying to stop you for at least a moment. He took off his glasses and looked at you. Oh my god, what happened to him? Look at those eye bags. And now that you could see his eyes he just looked tired.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." he better be. All that time spent for nothing, trying to make his say at least something nice about you.

"And what do you expect me to do now?" you sat down on the chair next to him. "Asshole." as much as you're trying to convince yourself, he's not that bad. He is, but not as bad as some of the guys you saw before. He didn't cheat, in fact, he wasn't even in a relationship. He admitted that he's an idiot, even if he called you one. But he was one even bigger. Look at him, he looked like he's been overworked all his life. Even if he was mostly fooling around most of the time when you were texting him. It was hard to wake up and having no one to text, after you texted him for more than over a month. As much as you hated to admit, he was a decent human being. Almost. Yet to come? Is it to late to say sike? You sighed. "What do you want from me?" besides the obvious.

"Unblock me, please. Let's just talk like we did before. Or you could at least say hello from time to time, just to let me know you haven't forgotten about me." he hold your hand in his. His hand was warm.

"What if I want to forget about you?"

"At least don't let me forget about you."

"What if I want you to forget about me."

"You said you want to forget about me, you can't go the other way now." he just sounded like something he would say when he's drunk. Right. That not the sober Gojo. The one who would ask such stupid thing. Maybe it was better if you would have blocked him for something he said not so long ago, rather than the reason you started to text him in the first place.

"Let's talk about this when you're awake." it was mostly to send him home right now, then never respond to him ever again.

"I'm not drunk. I didn't drink anything the whole day." you sighed. Did this guy ever heard of hydration?

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying." look at him looking like Pinocchio.

"Look at the time. I need to go home." you said and got up.

"Let me drive you home. I'm not trusting those friends of yours."

"I need to go to the bathroom." you said turning around to go to where the bathroom was.

"Let me come with you."

"Don't you think you tried your luck enough?"

"Don't leave me alone. Please." he didn't looked like his annoying usual self. Rather than that, he looked like a guy left in the rain. That soft expression on his face made him look like someone else. Where's the grin? Where's the expressions he usually makes? He hold your hands so tender. And the look on his face, and those eyes of his that somehow made you wish he had his glasses on.

"You said you wanna talk? Alright. Let's talk." as much as you want to say you're strong enough to let him go. You are, actually. But not when he looks like he's about to cry. What would people say or how would people look at you when a grown man that's as tall as almost the ceiling suddenly starts crying. "What made you say that you like me in the first place."

"You treat me different."

"I treated you different because I wanted you to take back the words you said to me. Why do you think I listen to your bullshit for so long? I never planed for you to fall in love with me. I only wanted for you to apologize."

"And I did apologize."

"That was all."

"I don't care if you played with me. I'll let you do it again." if he would had shut up from the start, now it would be different.

"But I don't want to do the same thing twice."

"Then don't do it."

"Look, man. Look- I just- I.." you took a deep breath. He knew what to say, but it was at the wrong time.

"In this little time we talked, have you ever think of me different that you should." who would have said they don't? Look at him. There are more than a bunch of girls waiting for him. If he could just.. If he would have said nothing from the start. Now it would have been different.

"We're getting out of subject." you avoid his gaze.

"Tell me what other girls been telling me. I like you because you treat me different. Maybe it would change something." what exactly does he want to hear?

"Like what?"

"I've got so many confessions. Tell me that you like me. I hope it would change something." what in the world is going on? Why is he changing so much. Earlier he was beginning and now.. Now what?

"Give me a little time to think." this fucker. Why did he showed up here anyway? Why is he saying all those things if he was planning on going back to his old self? Did he never learned anything?

"I can stay here as much as you want."

"Hey handsome." a girl suddenly appeared next to you two. "Do you have time for a drink?" you looked at him and then at her. Wasn't this the perfect time to escape? You could just get out of there while he wasn't looking.

"I'm here with my girlfriend." he said as he hold your hand. That girl left as soon as she heard that. "Forget about it. I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. Let me at least drive you home." what would be the answer? No. Obviously.

"I'm with my friends. I can't go without them." he looked left, then right. You could see one of your friends. He got out his phone and texted something, the next moment some guy was next to your friend, then walked away with him. You only got a text from her.

"Sorry. I had to leave." you looked at your screen.

"If your other friend isn't here, or leave by herself, you'll let me drive you home?" his confidence was somehow making you mad.

"Yeah, sure." you were so sure that you'll find that girl and go home with her. But you just woke up outside the club, next to a foreign car, and the tall guy next to you.

"Let me open the door for you." he said and open the car door, waiting for you to get in so he could also get in. You said nothing, you just looked out the window. It started to rain since you got out the club. It wasn't that heavy, hopefully you'll make it inside the house just a little wet from it. "Let me do that." he took the belt out of your hands and put it for you. What a gentleman, huh?

"I live-" he didn't let you finish.

"I know where you live." huh?

"Are you spying on me?" you put a hand on the door, ready to open it and run from there.

"I was in your neighborhood once with business. Someone told me where you live." what business? "That was a few weeks ago, when we still talked." oh. So then.. So he was there for some of his so called dates? It wouldn't be surprising if he fucked half of your street.

"I see." he started the car and drove off. Oh, but how quiet the ride was. Now, you two stopped at a red light, the rain was so heavy now.

"I don't think I can drive you home on this weather. Let me find a parking lot and wait there until it's calms down." one of the smartest things he said. You nodded and he found somewhere to park. A few minutes pass by, no one said a thing.

"How long do you think it would keep raining?" he only looked out the window.

"I don't know." you sighed and open your phone, searching for an answer, since he doesn't have one. But that made you sigh again.

"Can we stay here for a few more hours? It says here that I'll stop in the morning."

"Forget about it. I'll take you to my place." he started the car again.

"Huh?"

"I live right across the corner. I'll take you back as soon as the rain stops." then, you finally saw where he lives. Maybe you could stay for a few hours in place like this. His apartment complex does not look that bad. Can you even call this a simple apartment?

"I didn't know you lived like this." you got out his car when he parked the car in front of his so called home.

"You never asked." you weren't interested before.

"At what floor do you live?"

"27." rich mf. You followed him. You walked after him when he got inside the building, you were still right behind him as he walked to the elevator. This place looked so empty. The corridors, inside the metal box you were at that moment too. There were a few paintings and some small tables with some flowers on it on the first floor, after that, you didn't see nothing, even if you only saw the reception area and the hallway to elevator. His corridor was just, white, just like his hair. And his home? As white as the hallways. You looked around the so called house. Big ass couch in the middle of the living room. How does he keeps it so clean? It looked like no one stayed on it, it looked like brand new. The tv that's on the wall, facing the couch, almost as big ass the furniture that's in front of. Only now you noticed the blanket and the pillow that was on the couch. "Don't mind the mess. I've been sleeping on the couch these days." did he perhaps had visitors?

"You had company?"

"I wanted to change the picture a little since you.. You know." he stopped in the middle of the sentence. "Anyway." he took a deep breath. "Make yourself comfortable." you could see the rain so well out the window. You got next to the couch, but then you noticed the amount of napkins on the floor. "Don't mind those either. I've been.. Crying." he said and disappear in another room. Oh? Maybe this revenge thing is going better than you expected. Oh, but who are you to talk? You also been not good. You tried to mask it. But you're just doing as bad as him. "I got you some clothes to change if you want." he appeared back. Maybe he changed? No. He didn't. Did he? Isn't he just playing right now? Right. As he always do.. He sat on the couch, somewhere close to you, but at the same time keeping the distance. "Here. If you want." he placed the clothes somewhere in the middle, more close to you.

"What would you do if I gave you another chance?" the right question is what won't he do if you give him a chance. No, actually. Did you even gave him a chance from the start. It was just to prove something after all, and you were right.

"Don't say that if you don't actually plan to do so." why not? Is not like he can be affected more, right?

"I was curious." you said as you played with your fingers.

"Did you ever liked me? Or think of me?" didn't he asked the same question. You also asked yourself. Wouldn't you be lying if you said you don't. You almost gave up in the end anyway.

"Why do you ask? It's not like you don't know the answer."

"I want to hear it from you." you gulped.

"Maybe."

"Is that an yes or a no?"

"Take it as however you want." this is so embarrassing.. You avoid his gaze.

"You asked me what I'll do if you give me another chance, no? Well.. If you do give me a chance I can show you, since I don't have any words right now." but weren't you right from the start? He's the devil. Look at his words, listen to them, analyze them. His voice is sweet. That's something you can say. His words? He knows what to say. And it's makes you mad.

"Alright then." you said. Somehow, that was unexpected to him. He looked surprised. "If.. I give you a chance. And let says that I'll give it now..." you took a pause, trying to think of what to say next. "If I.. " no words came im your mind.

"Is that an yes?" he stopped you.

"Yes?" you said somehow unsure.

"I'll show you. If you let me." you nodded, only looking at your feet. Why couldn't this conversation be online, somewhere where you can run if you don't have anything to say.

"What do you plan to do?" he moved more close to you.

"You'll let me, won't you?" let him? What? "Stay with me even after the rain stops. I'll drive you home after you rest." well, his place is it nice. And you never heard a bad review about him. So...? With your heart in your teeth, you nodded. "I want to hear you say it. I want you to verbally confirm it."

"A- alright.. Geez.." a firmly hand on your cheek, making you to look at him. He stared at your face for a moment. His eyes moving all around your face. Your lips, your nose, eyes, he was making sure to look at everything. Memorize it, if he could.

"You're alright with it. Right?" you only nodded. "I want to hear your voice."

"I'm alright. You can do whatever you want." his face got closer and closer to yours, but he stopped right before your lips were about to touch. Is he tasting your patience? But weren't you were testing him too? Right from the start. Oh, yes, those times. And your lips finally touched. His hands moving on your hips, dragging you closer to him, he's also moving himself closer to you. His deep kisses now slowly transforming into hungry ones. One of his hands moving behind your head, slowly placing you on the couch. His kisses were longer, and longer. It was like he didn't even wanted to let you breath. The hand that was on your hip, reminds there, while the other moved along your body. From your chest to your thighs, he tries to be everywhere on your body. "Mmm." you tried to get away for a moment to breath. He gave you a moment then continued with the kisses.

"Wrap your legs around me." he said and placed one of your legs on his back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't plan on keeping you on the couch all night." is that so? he carried you to one of the closest rooms. He placed you on the bed, getting away for a moment, mostly to look at the way you looked in that moment. Then got back at what he was doing before, kissing you. He never stopped doing it, not even when he was carrying you.

"Are you going to kiss me until I leave?" no, he planned more. It was just that he takes his time. How long will it take for you to say that you want something. Or how long will it take for him to give up and lose him mind?

"Maybe." he planned more than that. But he'll make sure to kiss all of your body before you'll have to go. "If you want something you can tell me." or wait until he's going insane.

"Well.." he kissed you right before you could say something. "I am.. " and another kiss. "Impatient." and another.

"Mmm. I believe you." what is that supposed to mean? He finally got away from you, for a moment. "Let's take those off." and, like this, the clothes on you disappear. Nothing on, at this point. He gulped, somehow lost in his thoughts. Forgetting what he wanted to do.

"You're alright?" he never was.

"Alright, so." he got next to you, making sure you lay on your back as he sat between your legs. He made sure that he have more than enough space, and his hand now between your legs. His eyes moved up and down. Up to your eyes, and down to where his hand was. The way he feels now, it was.. Confusing. It made him unsure, you made him unsure. The way you were already so wet, that also intimidate him somehow. He have to show that he's a man. He can't become a jelly now. What if you don't want to see him anymore when you see him all soft?

"Satoru." his eyes moved back up, to look at you. "I'm kinda embarrassed.. Please don't look like that at me." how cute of you. He looked in your eyes as his hand moved on its own. His face getting closer again to yours, as his fingers makes themselves wet. A few circles around your clit as his lips touched yours. Then ,his hand goes down, slowly, two of his fingers disappear. It was just so easy to move inside you. But he just made sure to gave you extra attention. Never leaving you feel alone somehow. He kiss you, he makes sure you feel him and the warmth of his body. The look on your face said it all. And how can he not observe it? He curled his fingers, making you to jump at the feeling. It was mostly to see how you'll react. But he just finds it funny. He continued to kiss you as he continued to curl his fingers, oh, but how hard he's doing that. The room was filled with wet sounds and your muffed moans. And his actions become more and more aggressive somehow. The kisses are deep, while his fingers does the same action over and over again, hitting your walls. Somehow, this was his revenge for the time you left him alone. And it was a punishment to not believe his words. After all, you said it yourself that you're going home after you rest. He'll make sure to never let you rest. You tried to close your legs, he's too much. This is too much. But he was in the way. His fingers stopped moving, somehow, making you more relaxed and empty since he got his hand back to himself. He stopped kissing you and got out the bed. "Where are you going?" your voice shaking.

"No where." he sat next to the bed, getting something out the nightstand. A small box. He open it and got something square out of it. Condoms. How could you not notice sooner. His clothes off, sitting next to yours on the floor as he got back in bed. So.. This was it. Somehow, both of you were so anxious. Was the weather outside the fault of the way you two felt? It wasn't just that. It was also fear. The thing from earlier did not prepare you for what was going to happen. His eyes were fixed on your face. You could just not hide what you had in mind. "Look at me." he tried to make you look away from his dick. Mostly because you seemed so scared of it. He got back between your legs, now wrapped around him. He balanced himself, making sure to not fall on you. With a hand, he positioned himself at your entry, then slowly got in. His eyes keeps moving from your pussy to your face. Any kind of discomfort showing on your face? Or do you look like you have something to say? Can he go all the way in or should he wait for any kind of signal? It was just so warm and wet inside, it was like it was sucking him in when he tries to back up.

"It's alright." you're words were more to make him more comfortable. So, now, he hold you just so close as he finally got all the way in. Your hands on his back, holding him. It wasn't like you could loose him. Not when he was a mountain of a man. And he also hold you just so close. He sighed softly as his head rested on your shoulder, moving his hips slowly. He placed a kiss on your shoulder and then moved his lips back on yours. Right, he wanted to feel all of you after all.

"If I wasn't so tired I wouldn't have been so soft on you." you nodded. Right, didn't this guy confessed that he cried? Like heck you believe his words.

"I believe you." no you don't.

"Oh?" he said as now one of his hands were on your hip. He stopped moving for a moment only for then to start the same movement as before again. This time harder, not faster, only harder. He even stopped kissing you, he only stared at the faces you make. No, because you gasped when he started to move again. "What's wrong, honey? Use your words." he never change. Why did you believe him in the first place? He smiled at you, somehow tired, but that smile made you angry. But that only made his movement to change. He got half the way out then went back in, still hard. You tried to close your legs, but just like before, he was in the way. "You like that?" you shook your head. "Be more honest." he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Shouldn't I say that?" you wrapped your arms around his neck. Why is he trying to play always cool? He stopped being that harsh, now moving his hips back how it was at first, long and slow thrusts. His forehead on yours, he close his eyes and just slowly moved. But something felt like it was missing, or at least to him. Oh, right, aren't you just so relaxed? How can you be like this after the hell days he had this week. One of his hands moved, now his thumb on your clit, rubbing it. His hand movement wasn't the same pace as his thrusts. No, it was more faster, somehow trying to see how much you can last. Because he can't do this much longer. "Mmm." the way you tried to not let out any sound, trying to bite on his shoulder.

"I'm also close." he could feel the way your walls are squeezing him. He started to kiss you again, hungrily, because that's how he felt. "I'm here. I'm here." he whispered between the kisses. His thrusts a little harsher now, never stopping the kisses, never stopping rubbing your clit. "I love you, I really do." he said before both of you finally release yourself. Him cumming inside of you, while you released all over him.

"You said something?" you tried to say catching your breath. You heard him say something, but you couldn't understand what.

"It's nothing." he said and he felt next to you.

"You're sure?" he dragged you in his arms.

"Mmm." won't you leave him again if he says those words again, anyway? It's better if he keeps it to himself. "Sleep here tonight. I'll drive you back tomorrow."

"Alright." he'll enjoy even the last second of it until you leave. All of it.

Now I'm kinda embarrassed of what I wrote.

[man-moth-hook-hand]

Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2

I absoluty clown on david in this and my scrunkly boi deserves it. Also, I fully believe that Paul uses the most cheesy words/phrases in his speech. He’s pulling no bitches, he’s hypnotizing women to convince the boys he has sex appeal. 

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Chapter Two: The Freaks Come Out at Night

There was a dead guy on the porch of my new residence. Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m with crazy people.

“Dad?” Lucy checked on the old man on the steps. “Dad?” She asked sounding more worried.

“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Sam excitedly asked. Lucy gave him a stern look but was brought out of it by the dead guy.

 “Playin’ dead. And doing a damn good job of it!” The old man finally spoke. Lucy hugged him, laughing off the encounter. She then told us to go inside and unpack.

“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael asked.

“Sorta,” It was kind of a complicated question, “I’m only staying until I can afford another place. Don’t get me wrong, you guys are nice, I just, Uh, want somewhere else to live. Plus, I’m sure it’s kinda weird for you guys. I mean you did just move states after your mom got a divorce and now you got some homeless kid in your house.”

“I guess.” Michael left it at that. “Well, it’s still nice to meet you. It’ll be nice having someone other than Sammie around.” Same gave him a dirty look for that.

Lucy introduced me to ‘Grandpa’ which I guess is what I was supposed to call him, the brought me to the attic. “It’s not very big, but,” she trailed off. I cut her off saying it was fine and that I was more than happy to have somewhere to be. It wasn’t really an attic anyway; it was more like a small room that had a few steps above the rest of the walkway. It overlooked a field in the back, I gazed out of the window and noticed some horses playing with Nanook. Horses are a symbol for total freedom from everything. I think maybe I finally got that freedom, even if it’s a little unorthodox.

In the room was a full-sized bed and an old chest of draws that came up around to my chest. At least there were sheets on the bed; however, they most certainly weren’t my style. It looked like someone’s grandma died and became the bed. It didn’t help that dust covered every corner of the room. I decided to unpack the few things then sweep. All my clothes fit in one of the five drawers. On top I set my Walkman, wallet, book, and new pair of sunglasses to give it a little bit of a homey feel.

 “Here,” Mr. Emerson gave me some kind of taxidermized animal, “As a welcome gift.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and said thank you. At least it was kind of cute, it was a fox. I think. Maybe it was a janky coyote.

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 Later that night, we clamored into the car heading for the boardwalk. It had such a different feel to it at night. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but oh my god this was beautiful. The lights, the salty air, the music, everything felt so alive! It wasn’t like during the day where kids rounded every corner crying and parents gave you dirty looks for wearing a crop top. No, at night, it was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and drunk teenagers flooded the area. They infected every corner, crevice, and as much surface area as possible. It was intoxicating.

I quickly remembered that I needed a job, fast, so I looked anywhere for a help wanted sign. I went into that bookstore from earlier, but the man just looked at me with pity. He gave some excuse of not being able to afford more people besides himself. Then there was a burger joint, the manager looked at my low-cut crop top before saying no. Seriously, what gives? I looked at a few other places and almost gave up, but a jewelry store had the sign saying HELP DESPRETLY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. Couldn’t hurt, right? Every other place rejected me.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A girl a little younger asked me. She had long, straight, black hair and wore what some would consider too much blush. She was tan wit freckles, so I guess it events it out.

“Actually, I saw the sign for help wanted. Who should I talk to?” I asked as polite as I could. The girl yelled for a woman in the back.

A woman who looked like blonde Joan Crawford came out from behind a beaded curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and dark purple lips to complete her look. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney. I heard you’re looking for a job?”

“Yes ma’am,” I shook her hand and said It was nice to meet her. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but damn I needed a job.

“Tomorrow!” she smiled while chewing her gum. “I like you kid. Be here by nine am, Jennifer will show you how to open.” Thank God. I introduced myself to Jennifer and spoke for a little bit. The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of it. I told her goodbye and that I would see her tomorrow.

After I ate probably a too processed hot dog, I noticed a really sweaty guy playing a saxophone. I didn’t usually go into crowds for fear of pickpocketing, but why the hell not? I literally just packed up and left home and I’m doing pretty good so far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude that looked like Billy Idol got his shit rocked and was washed out from fame. He looked disgusting, it was a little hot. The other looked like a tall, punk Shaggy, with longer hair. I think I would have been put off by a Scooby with him. They made eye contact with me. It was kind of creepy how much Billy Idol was into it, so I decided to lose him in the crowd.

I saw a familiar glimpse of black hair in the crowd and spotted Jennifer with a guy. “Hey!” I said. “Do you remember me?”

 “Of course!” She said “You’re that girl that came in earlier, it’ll be nice to have someone other than Brenda and James around. This is my brother Adam,” She gestured to the guy beside her.

“Hey,” He was a little taller than me, freckles, dark brown curly hair, and best of all he had a nice ass. I noticed from when I walked behind them to catch up. “It’s nice to meet you.”

 “Nice to meet you too, do you guys mind if I follow you for a bit? I’m not from here.”

 “Sure! I know all the best places here. Let’s do the Ferris Wheel, ice cream shop, then I’m thinking the movie rental. Sound good?” she asked.

“Sure, you seem like you got a plan.” I laughed. I scanned the boardwalk trying to locate where Jennifer was talking about, spotting the Billy Idol guy. He was just watching me. It was creepy instead of mysterious now.

“Oh, she’s bossy.” Adam piped up. I laughed, damn was he cute. Once we got to the front of the Ferris wheel they split us up into groups of two, I told them I’d catch the next one.

“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar."

“I’m not sugar.” I hated men like that. He apologized and asked if he could ride with me. I caved; he was weird but sadly I liked weird. I had to admit, he was decently interesting and had a good face. “And if you look over there, there’s a bridge that I jumped off of.” He pointed to a bridge not too far from here. He had been pointing to almost every location and telling me tid bits of his ‘adventures.’

I laughed, “It’s like when your mom asks, ‘if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’ I’ve always like falling from really high places, which is ironic since I have a fear of height.”

“Nah, it’s like flying,” we reached the top. “So, you looking to hang our with some cool cats?” Paul finger gunned me. “Oh, by the way, the coaster goes higher.”

“How charming, but no thank you.” I did consider it, only for a moment, “You’re really cheesy, ya know? And maybe I’ll ride the coaster with you.” I peered down into the crown and spotted that white haired guy again, Jesus Christ he’s persistent.

 “Hey, that’s what draws the babes!” Paul said bringing me out of my daze.

“I don’t think it does Paul.” I had noticed we reached the bottom when the attendee pulled the safety bar off. I thanked Paul for riding with me and suggested the coaster again, he said he had to get going. Just when you think a guy’s into you.

“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.

“Uh, Paul. He rode with me, so you guys didn’t have to wait.” I explained.

“Oh, ok.” she said. I spent the rest of the night with the both of them. The ice cream was good, Adam is a strawberry guy. I noticed a glimpse of white hair in the distance. I should find Lucy and go home before it’s too late. What if he’s stalking me? Is he gonna kill me?

“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. He noticed I had been acting a little weird.

“At the concert that happened earlier, there was a guy and I made eye contact with him. I started noticing him at the Ferris Wheel and at the ice cream shop. It’s like he’s stalking me.” I felt weird explaining it to Adam, maybe it was all a coincidence.

“That guy got kicked off of the boardwalk a couple of days ago, that night, the security guard that kicked him off went missing.” Adam said. I guess I was making a weird face since he said, “Well, maybe it was just a coincidence, ya know? I don’t think he wants to kill you.”

“Ok.” I didn’t really believe him. “I think I’m gonna find my ride and head back home. It’s been really nice to get to know you guys.” I waved my goodbyes and made my way to find Lucy. I spotted Nanook about 30 feet away.

“Hi Lucy, are you about to leave?” I asked her.

“Oh, yeah. I was looking for Michael, but Sam said he wandered off with someone.” She dug in her purse for her keys. We clamored into the car and mentioned her new job at the video store.

“That’s nice, I also got a job to help pay for some rent. It’s at a jewelry counter here on the board walk.” I felt bad for what I was about to say. “My job starts at nine tomorrow, it’s ok if I can’t, but could I borrow your car to get here?”

“My shift starts at ten tomorrow, so I’ll just drop you off and wait for Max’s store to open up.” She explained.

“That’s great, thank you.” Thank God. I didn’t want to have to walk like 12 miles to get here.

Once we made it back to the house, everyone started to settle in for the night. Lucy gave me some pajamas and hygiene products. It was a set she was gifted and never used. They were still in date and actually smelled pretty good. After peeling off the clothes that reeked of other people, I scrubbed every inch of my body. My mind wandered to that man from earlier. I couldn’t understand why he was watching me.

I stepped out and dried off, thankfully Lucy’s pajama’s fit me. They had hearts all over them, it was probably also gifted in the bathroom set she didn’t use. I made my way into my room and began to close the window. A man with white hair. I quickly shut the curtains and went to bed. There’s no way he knows where I live. Even if he did, we would’ve seen headlight following us, right? Eventually, I found a way to calm myself enough to fall asleep. That’s a problem for tomorrow.  

[hirik0]

Jealosy part 3

part 1 | part 2

09Soap/Ghost

It's been 3 weeks since he and Roach are back from there stack out and Ghost is losing his fucking mind. Something in his brain had to be broken. Captain fucking MacTavish is haunting every corner of his mind. He is so desperate that he's now asking Price if there is a solo mission for him in the planning. "I'm sorry Simon, but they are still try to get analyse what littel intel you and Roach brought back." "There are surely other mission I could help out, Sir." "Is everything okey? You usually bitch about fixing other idiots mistakes if they send you to a solo mission." "I guess wasting so much time at the border for nearly nothing got me more frustrated then fixing other idiots mistakes." Ghost lies knowing that Price likely sees right throw him. "So this has nothing to do with you hiding from Soap?" No mask could cover up how Ghost is visible tensing up to the question. "No, Sir." "Simon. If this is going on I will start asking even worse questions, can't whatever is going on between you and Soap interfere with the missions." "There is nothing going on" Ghost answers remembering the times when he was in the principles office back when he was 12 after beating up a boy that bullied Tommy. The and that's the problem he keeps for himself. "I can put you on recruit shootung training with Archer if that helps." It will not help but it's better then him having to hide at the most forgotten spots on base to not see Soap. "Yes, Sir." If Archer gets to much in his face he can break his nose. Price is watching him before he holds out a folder and tells him to bring it to Soap. Ghost is cursing internally he haven't entered Soaps office since that day in the bar. "Of course." He answers before leaving. Maybe he's lucky and Soap is not in his office and he can just drop it on the desk and leave. But of course he's not lucky. Soap is sitting at his desk looking like the paper work has insulted his mother. "Ah Ghost" Soap is greating him looking less pissted. "Price wants you to have this." Ghost answers clipped giving Soap the folder. "So where your hiding all the time Lieutenant?" Ghost is bitting the inside of his cheek to not grown at the question. "Well just making sure people rember why they call me Ghost, Captain. Also can't tell you all my good hiding spots would make them less effective." "How so?" Soap ask while raising one of his eyebrows in amusement. Ghost feels himself blush under the intense stare of Soap and a train of panic fucks is echoing in his head. "Imagin the base gets compromised and I have to use them to hide form the enemies. Can't have them know if they torture the information out of you, can we?" Ghost answers smooth even if his brain is slowly fixating on the fucking desk. Maybe he can break in here in the middle of the night and set in on fire.

"Imagin the base get compromised and I have to use them to hide from the enemies. Can't have them know if they torture the information out of you, can we?" Ghost answer is setting Soaps brain on fire. What's that even suppose to mean. "What if I need to know to hide myself?" He hears Ghost bearly audible laughter. "You would not fit in them Captain " Ghost says clearly amused. Brat the thought pops up out of nowhere and what the fuck are you thinking Soap. "Is that so?" "Yes Sir." Ghost answers in a smug voice. "I think I would fit perfectly in your littel hiding spots." Soap sees the hint of a smile under the mask. "You're not flexible enough to fit in." Soap is cursing about Ghost wearing his stupid sunglasses right now, he's good at reading Ghost mods but this is total new territory and seeing at least a littel bit of his face would help a great deal. Because what the fuck is Ghost meaning with that. "I'm very flexible. I can show you if you want." Soap conters. God what the fuck it that even supposed to mean. Ghost seams to think the same because his mouth is clearly open but no noise is leaving it. "I.. I have to go. I'm helping Archer with the recruits. See you around." If Soap wasn't himself so stunned about what the fuck he just sayed he would make a comment about Ghost fleeing his office. "God, what the fuck MacTavish" He says to himself while is face is blushing in a light pink.

Soap looks through the folder Ghost gave him. The report says a a hole lot of nothing. Frustrated he put it down, he hoped it would help him not trying to analyse his interaction with Ghost. He's putting his face in his hands growning frustrated. He is sure that Ghost is hiding from him, this was there first interaction in 3 weeks and he's pretty sure he blow it. I'm very flexible. I can show you if you want. "God what that's even suppose to mean?" He ask himself. He's probably lucky that Ghsot did not punsh him for what he said. Out of the two of them Ghost is properly the one that is more flexible. No, no, no, no Soap trys to stop himself from think harder about how flexible Ghost maybe and if that would be handy in the bedroom. He puts his face on the desk, great really great MacTavish, having inappropriate thoughts about your subordinate. Ghost probably could hold some of the positions former partners of his struggled with, maybe even be able to do some of the postions he wants to try. God, just go back to your paperwork, Soap pleads with himself.

Ghost is on the way to the shooting range Soaps last sentence still echoing in his mind. Was it a offer? God damm it. His face is burning, so hot he thinks about lifting his mask for some time. He's so in thought that he runs in Price. "Ah Ghost good to see you, I just got a mission for you." "I thought I'm grounded till you analysed the shit intel?" "Just follow me." The move yo the base kennels and Ghost is not so sure why he is here. "Well I gues it's a solo mission if your the only human we are sending." Price says while opening the door to. "I need a dog for the mission?" Price just nods while a sergeant isleading them to a sertain kennel. "Lieutenant Riley meet Riley the dog", Price sounds very amused about this littel detail. Riley is a maybe 2 year old German shepard looking at the three humans from his dog bed. "What exactly is this mission Price?" "Equador looking for a hidden drug lab and well Riley here will be a great help to find it." Ghost just nods while the sergeants is opening the door. Riley slowly walks up to his new human handler smelling him with curiosity tail wagging. While Ghost is petting the dog all he can think about how perfect this is because Soap don't like dogs and now he don't have to hide anymore just saying he makes Riley fit for the mission.

[nny11writes]

Only One Bed: A Design Choice

For my trick or treater @glitrahasconsumedme, please enjoy this glitra fic I never posted! Happy Halloween! :)

(consider this the probably one full sized candy bar I had on hand and you got it for having the best costume of the night)

“Thanks for letting me crash again, Hordak’s been riding my ass but not paying me for the pleasure so the funds are not so great.”

Glimmer tried to not snort too hard as Catra dramatically flopped about her limited space in the passenger seat. She’d missed this. She’d missed her. By the stars and the moons, she was going to fix this and woo the girl in the process.

She carefully pulled into her driveway and tried to not be too excited. Catra might be jet lagged beyond reason (not that her sleep hygiene was ever great to begin with), but too excited would 100% give up the game. “I’d say fuck him, but don’t.”

Catra giggled a little helplessly while pawing at her bloodshot eyes. “Yeah. No Hordak fucking please.”

The woman she was desperately in love with might have trash humor and been stopped by security after being pegged as being high on drugs delaying them almost five hours, but gods fuck Glimmer had missed her garbage cat.

The ride went smoothly enough and while Catra was struggling to undo her seat belt and open her door, Glimmer grabbed her luggage and started towards the front door only to hear cursing.

“Wait. Where’s my bag? Shit. Fuck! Glimmer I fucking forgot my fucking-” Catra whipped around with wild eyes only to see Glimmer heft the duffle in the air proudly. “You’re laughing. I almost died from a heart attack, and you’re laughing!?”

“Yes!” She cackled, skipping inside her house and graciously ignoring the fond sounding bitch. Nope. No siree, didn’t hear a thing. Maybe you heard something, and if you did, get your ears checked. Be cool Moon, calm down! She was perfectly calm!

Now, she just had to be cool. Real cool. She could practically picture the lightning bolt flying around her non-existent sunglasses cool. Step two of her fool proof plan was a go-go. Glimmer watched as Catra hopped on one foot and crashed into the wall twice while trying to take her shoe off and winced. Step two was soon to be a go-go. “Need some help there?”

“I’m FINE!” Catra growled but did finally get her shoes off and stumble into the living room. “Uhhhh…”

Yessssss step two was a go-go!

“What’s up?” Be cool Glimmer.

“You...couch? You got a new couch? That looks uhm, a little, you know fancy. To be sleeping on?” Catra’s voice cracked slightly and she instantly felt horrible about this plan. She’d been banking on Catra being tired but not cry over something like this tired.

“Duh, you’re not sleeping on the couch silly. What are we? College students? C’mon, my California king came in a few weeks ago, plenty of space!” Glimmer gently bumped their hips together before looping her arm through Catra’s in apology. “Let’s get you passed out.”

Catra snorted softly but was clearly still recovering from the emotional trauma of thinking she was- gods, what? Sleeping in the bathtub? “Fuck you.”

“Ask nicely.” Glimmer pushed Catra into the bathroom. “Bath wipes on the sink, put them in the trash. Do not flush them or I will kill you.”

“Okay, and I’m supposed to?”

Don’t scream at her, don’t yell at her, she’s not being difficult on purpose for once, hold it together now. “Use them. Always feels better after a shit day or travel day to clean up.”

“Are you-” Catra cut herself off with another sniffle, carefully picking up the package of body wipes like Glimmer hadn’t bought them expressly because of her phobia. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, clean up I’ll pull your jammies and if I don’t like them you’re wearing mine.” Glimmer smirked over her shoulder, calling through the now shut door, “AND I’LL CHOOSE THE GIRLY GIRL ONES.”

Her threats were unnecessary, because Catra had at least listened to her this time about bringing proper pajamas. The last time they’d taken a trip together Catra had thought she was being hyperbolic about the jammies situation. Her mistake. Glimmer had few demands of her travel companions, but bringing real pjs and a ceramic mug were non-optional. Catra had learned that the hard way by wearing a purple silk sleep set while being forced to drink the coffee Glimmer made from the trusty ten cup drip she brought with her on every trip out of a stoneware mug covered in babies. Right on top of everything else Glimmer found a soft t-shirt wrapped around a pink and brown mug with “pussy play” surrounded by cats proudly emblazoned on it. Under that was a pair of shorts so fucking comfortable looking that Glimmer had to remind herself to not steal them instantly.

After passing Catra her clothes and changing into her own jamjams, Glimmer quickly set the bed up and prayed that the quick wipe bath wasn’t long enough for Catra to try and fight her about sleeping conditions. Or fall asleep on the toilet. Damn there were more variables than she’d intended.

But it turned out she shouldn’t have worried about that. She should have worried more about Catra’s entry into the bed, which consisted of her flicking the lights off and screaming while somehow doing a cannonball into the center of the mattress. By the time Glimmer stopped shrieking and having her heart beat through her chest, Catra’s cackling had died off into soft snoring.

Step three was a go-go.

Glimmer scooted over and wrapped herself around the little adorable ball, completely on purpose, and went to sleep.

~

Several Years Later

“Well,” Catra snickered, “we got together because of a cliche really. It only actually happened because I had to sleep in Glimmer’s bed when I was visiting, so there really was only one bed.”

Perfuma and Scorpia exchanged confused glances.

Oh shit. Glimmer tried to signal them but it was too late.

“What do you mean? Was something wrong with the pull out?” Scorpia asked.

Oh no.

Catra squinted at them and pointed to the pink leather cushions her friends were sitting on. “The pull out? What pull out? She had this couch by then!”

Perfuma had the gall to giggle as she waggled her eyebrows while standing up. Rude! “Oh silly, this is a pull out couch.”

“...no it isn’t.” Catra wasn’t really glaring so much as confused, right until she saw Glimmer’s bright red face. “Oh my god.”

“Oh yeah, we’ve slept on this puppy a few times!” Scorpia helpfully got up to unfold it to demonstrate as if Catra hadn’t already cottoned on to Glimmer’s old scheme.

Catra blinked at it before glaring proudly at her girlfriend. “You bitch!”

Glimmer tried to put on her best puppy dog eyes, not that it seemed to work well.

“You MANUFACTURED bed scarcity!”

“For a good cause!”

Was Glimmer ever going to live this down? No. Was she going to get kisses for life from Catra? Yes.

Worth it!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie Munson but with Dean Winchester's dialogue

Eddie: Well hell, you know I'm in.

Eddie to Jason: Oh god, we’re not going to have to hug or anything, are we?

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Eddie: Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.

Eddie to everyone: I think I'm adorable.

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Eddie to Wayne: Our family is not cursed. We just... had our dark spots.

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Eddie: OK, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I'm talking epic. OK? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band. . .

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Eddie: Well, no, but I would just like to have the odds in our favor as much as possible.

Eddie: Dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days... from this day to that... for one chance...

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Eddie: Hey. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.

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Eddie: 'Course, there's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission.

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Eddie: Well the problem with the snake is that it has a thousand heads. Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen.

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Jason: What makes you so special?

Eddie to Jason: We going to fight or make out, 'cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here.

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Steve: So you're sayin' we're both a couple of dumbasses?

Eddie: I like to think it's because of my perky nipples.

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Eddie: You're either laughing because you're scared or you're laughing because you're stupid.

Eddie: I prefer the word 'trusting.' Less dumb. Less ass.

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Eddie: My name is Eddie Munson. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky people. And I did not kill anyone.

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Eddie: See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I'm a freak. And sooner or later, everybody's gonna leave me.

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Eddie: If this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward.

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Eddie: Leave your name, number and nightmare at the tone.

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Eddie: Hey, I don't mean to double-dip in your crazy sauce.

Eddie: I don't usually endorse suicide, but, man, what stopped you?

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Eddie: I feel like this whole place is bad-touching me.

Eddie to Chrissy: A wise man once told me, 'family don't end in blood.' But it doesn't start there either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them family's there; for the good, bad, all of it. They got your back, even when it hurts. That's family. That sound like your mother?

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Eddie: Maybe we should know what we’re walking into before we actually walk into it.

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Eddie: I’m not looking at you like anything. Though I gotta say, you do look like crap.

Eddie: I mean, accidents just don’t happen accidentally.

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[tommyboykaulitz]

Bam Margera X Reader

Author notes-This is the longest one Ive wrote so just bare with me. There is smut at the end if you are just here for that but this also happens to be my favorite on yet. So enjoy

Warning-Abuse(Not from Bam), and smut(at the end)

Description-Your father is abusive and you decide to stand up to him. When you do Bam, Steve-O, Rabb, and Knox decide to have you move in with them.

HELP

It’s one minute pass the time I’m supposed to be home. I walk to the door and think of an excuse. The door swings open as he pulls me inside. 

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LATE?” he throws me inside, knocking me to the ground. 

“What the hell Dad? I’m a minute late,” I stand up and argue back. I feel a burn in my right cheek. 

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME YOU BITCH.” He grips my arm as he yells in my face. 

“Back the fuck off you dick,” he punch him as hard as can. Fuck. I brace myself, knowing I’m going to get my shit rocked. I feel another burn on my face. This time my eye, and a lot harder. He punched me in the stomach, easier to hide it that way. He throws me back to the ground. 

“Go to your fucking room. I don’t want to see you.” I turn around and run up the stairs. 

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” I scream at the top of my lungs before slamming the door. Grabbing my pepper spray thinking he was going to come upstairs. I hear the front door slam and walk to my window. He gets in his car and drives away. I’m going to get it tomorrow. 

I don’t even want to see the damage. I get changed, avoiding looking at my body or face, and slide into bed. 

~

Ow. The pain of last night still lingers on my body as I wake up. I go to my closet and pick something to wear. I small shirt and blue jeans, exposing the small of my back and stomach. I walk into my bathroom and see the bruises. There huge, I can’t let anyone see them. 

I go back to the closet and grab Bams blue hoodie and a pair of sweats. I walk back in the bathroom. A massive bruise sits on my right cheek and left eye. Shit. I grab my big sunglasses, not wanting to put on any makeup. I try to sneak downstairs when I hear him in the kitchen. I walk fast for the door. 

“Get the fuck over here Y/N,” I walk over to him. He grabs my face firmly, theres going to be more marks. “Don’t you fucking tell people I hurt you, you fell in the shower. Got it?” 

“Whatever,” I sigh, trying to walk over to the door. He squeezes, his grip on my face getting tighter. 

“I said, got it?” 

“Yes Dad. Can I go now?” his grip loosens as he shoves my face away. I grab my keys and leave. I start to drive to school before looking in my mirror. His handprint slightly lingering upon my face. “Jesus” I sit in my car until they start fading. 

I hear a group of laughter. I look up and see a group of boys walking away from the school. Johnny, Bam, Steve-O, and Rabb. I honk my horn trying to get their attention. Nobody looks. “Hey Jackass!” I scream out my window and Bams head whips around. His fave lights up as he jogs to my car. 

“Hey baby,” he plants and big messy kiss on my lips. 

“Hi, where y’all going?” the rest of the boys gathering by my car. Johnny leaning against the hood. 

“We don’t know yet, just going to smoke and drink probably,” he wraps his arms around my waist before trying to take my glasses. I swat his hand away. 

“Get in,” I get back in the car. “What the hell are y’all waiting for. Get the fuck in.”

They all shuffle in. Johnny and Bam fighting for the front seat before Bam gets in the seat behind me. Touching my hair and whispering in my ear. “So, what happened last night?”

“Nothing,” Lie. I hate lying to Bam but I have to. I see my Dads car and slouch down behind the wheel. He saw me. My phone rings and it’s him. Dammit. 

“Hello?”

“Why the fuck aren’t you at school?”

“It’s a late start today.” Lie. I don’t know why I tried. I know what’s going to come either way. Truth or not. 

“Take your friends to school and get home. Now!”I bust a u-turn and drop them back off at school. 

“Keep me updated, I love you.” Bam kisses me before walking towards his car. 

“I love you too,” I head back home. 

~

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! SKIPPING SCHOOL! REALLY?” He yells in my face, spitballs hitting my skin with every word. 

“It was a late start Dad. I was going to get food with my bo-“ I hesitate “with my friends.” His face goes red. 

“YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!” He whips off his belt and wraps it around his hand. “WHICH ONE OF THOSE HOODRATS IS IT? THE CURLY HAIRED ONE?”

“No Dad. I’m not dating any of th-“ He punches me. 

“STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME!” he punches again. “WHO IS IT?”

“IT’S NONE OF THEM! AND EVEN IF IT WAS WHY DO YOU CARE? ALL YOU DO HIS HIT ME I’M NOTHING TO YOU.” 

Another punch this time knocking me down. He doesn’t feel any remorse, I can tell. He falls to the ground with me pinning me to the ground and punching. I slam my knee up, hitting him in the groin before running to my room. I slam the door and reach under my bed. He swings the door open, breaking one of the hinges. I grab my bat as he hits me again. I bring it up and he backs off a bit. He scooches back as I swing at him. Breaking my mirror. 

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N,” he’s scared now. “CALM DOWN! IT’S NOT THAT SERIOUS!” I swing again, hitting his arm as I hear a bone crunch. He falls to his knees in pain. I jump over him and down the stairs. I sprint to my car before racing to school. 

~

Bam is still in his car as I pull up beside him. Knoxville looks up grinning. “Your princess is back,” he says, nudging Bams arm. Everyone files out the car and over to mine. My hands still gripping the steering wheel with my head resting on them, wheezing for air. Bam knocks on my window startling me, he looks worried as I realize I don’t have my glasses on. I fall out of the car and clutch onto him. 

“Help,” the only word that seem to fall out of my mouth. He holds me as I start crying. 

“What happened Y/N?” 

“It’s my Dad, since he stopped drinking…” I pause catching my breath. “He got very abusive.” I pull my shirt up revealing my bruises on my stomach and my collar down showing more. He gasps as his eyes start to water. 

“Oh my god, baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“He made me promise I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to upset him. It would just lead to more.” I hug him trying to calm him down. 

“No. Your staying with me until this gets situated. I’ll call Social Services now,” he tries to pull out his phone but I snatch it away. 

“No, I’ve tried that. He knows his way around the system. The more I try the harder he hits.” He snatches his phone back and walks away. I know he’s calling them and I start crying, leaning on my car door. Rabb walks up to me and hugs me. 

“Come on Y/N stay with us. It’s fun there, and I promise I won’t have as many girls around every night. Just for you.” He winks at me trying to make me laugh. I look up to him and giggle. 

“Fine. Since you ask so nicely, I will.” I wipe my eyes wincing at the pressure on my eye. Steve-O walks over. 

“Oh-em-ge we can have so much fun together. We can like totally have pillow fights and paint each others nails and oh we can’t forget about the braid train.” We all laugh. If anyone knew how to make a dim situation funny it’s him. Bam walks back over. 

“Ok so I called them and they said that you can stay with us and they will send someone over to the house next Monday. We will take you to the mall today to get you some clothes. Your not going back to that house.” he hugs me again, this time holding me. 

“Ok, thank you guys, I love you.”

~ 

You all get into your cars. Bam gets into the drivers seat of your car, placing his hand on your thigh. While the rest of the guys get into his. “Don’t fucking crash my car Knox.”

“No promises,” he shouts back before driving off. His iconic laugh following right after. 

“Bam I think I should stay at the school.”

“No Y/N we gotta go get you some clothes. Our treat and I gotta make room in my closet for you.” I never realized how protective he can be until now. 

“Ok baby.” I pull his hand up and kiss it. 

~ 

We walk into the mall and everyones about to go their separate ways. “Do you guys even know her sizes.”

“No Bam, but we know our women so everything will fit. Trust us.”

“Ok its your money man,” Rabb walks into Hot Topic, Knox into Victoria’s Secret, Steve-O into Juicy, and Bam grabs my hand. “Where do you want to go my love?” 

I blush at that. My love. I’m not use to people being so sweet. “I don’t know. You pick.” We grips my hand tighter and runs down the mall pulling me with him. We go to almost every store, before meeting back with the boys at the food court. We have around 5 bags from different stores, Steve-O with 4, Rabb with 2, and Johnny with 2 big handfuls of bags. “Really Knox?” I look down at his hands laughing. 

“What? I didn’t know what ones I mean you would want. And I had to do some shopping for Bam.” he winks at Bam, everyone starts laughing. 

~

You get back to the apartment and are met with a huge living room. “Wow”

“It’s a bit messy right now. Steve-O threw one of his sick house parties last night. I swear it’s never like this.” 

“Oh I don’t care about the mess, your place is huge man.” Bam walks in after everyone else. 

“Correction. Our place. Come on I’ll show you our room.” I follow him to the room. It’s twice the size your room was. “Welcome to your new room.” He places his bags on the table beside his dresser, throwing the mess on the ground. I walk into the bathroom and see a pile of dirty clothes. 

“Bam, whens the last time you did your laundry,” I ask chuckling. He walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. 

“I don’t know, 2 weeks ago?” I laugh shoving him away. 

“BAM?!”

“What? Do you think I stink?” He laughs lifting his arm towards me. He pulls me in and kisses me. “God how did I end up with someone as sexy ass you?” 

“Oh my god shut up. I got a black eye and look like shit,” I chuckle pushing him away. “But… I don’t know. I am kinda cute aren’t I?” I wrap my arms around his neck, looking in his eyes. 

“Ok love birds come on. Y/N your gonna have the house to yourself for a little bit. We’re going back to the school so you can get settled.” Rabb grabs Bam by his collar and pulls him away from me. 

~( i know this is long but trust me, your gonna love it)~

I walk around the house choosing where I’m going to start cleaning. I wonder back to our room and start there. Gathering all of Bams dirty clothes into a pile. I thought it was going to be mostly his clothes but I guess not. I get super hot and decide to try on some of the new clothes. I reach into the VS bag and pull out a pair of black lacy panties and try them on. Perfect fit. Well look at you Knox. I find one of the Spencers bags and find an oversize Jackass shirt. Of course. I giggle before putting it on. 

I find Bams radio and turn it on, full blast as I start on cleaning. Taking his clothes to the wash, throwing away trash, cleaning the furniture, and vacuuming. Before I knew it, it was time for the second load of laundry. I walk back into the room and make the bed before putting my clothes away. 

Bam- Hey baby, how u doin?

Me-fine I cleaned up the room a lil

Bam-O u didnt have 2 do that

Me-it fine. wen u cumin back home

Bam- y? 

Bam- awww u miss me that much

Me-(sexy pic)

Bam-DONT MOVE IM OMW 

Me- oki 

I set my phone back on the table and wait.

~

I hear the keys in the door and before I could run to the door Bam runs up to me. Picking me up and kisses me while carrying me to our room. He lays me down on the bed and undoes his buckle. Kissing my neck while we shimmy out of our clothes. I rip off my shirt while he takes his off. I slam my lips back to his as his fingers rush to my back, unclasping my bra. 

He looks down at my body in admiration before laying me down on my back. He slides two fingers in me with no warning. I gasp at the feeling. “Wow baby, hardly done anything and your already wet.” I pull him done to me by his neck kissing him. 

“Just fuck me,” he kisses my neck before sliding into me. I moan feeling him fill me. He slowly thrusts his hips, kissing down my neck to my chest. Slowly kissing each breast as he picks up his pace. I buck my hips in hopes that he goes faster, but he’s to focused on my breasts. I pull his face up with my hands. “Bam, baby, faster” I whisper in his ear and kiss the lobe. Knowing its one of his turn ons. 

His pace starts to race as he leans over me, I look into his eyes. Panting I pull him damn to my neck, as he’s sucking my neck  my nails dig into his back. He winces. I feel a knot slowly start to form in my stomach. I moan in his ear, his biggest turn on. “Fuck baby-uh- I’m close.” I flip him over, planting my hands on his chest as my head tilts back in pleasure. “Me too baby,” I pick up the pace, bouncing on him as he bucks up his hips. His hands resting on my hips. 

“I’m close baby,” I moan. One of his hands leaves my hip falling down to my clit. He rubs circles around it and we both reach out climax. He moans as my nails dig into his chest. Leaving scratches across his chest as the most pornographic moan falls out of my mouth. I lean down on his chest and kiss him. He flips me over and pulls out of me, as I whimper from the empty feeling he walks to the bathroom. He comes back to the room with a damp towel and a glass of water. 

He kneels down in front of me, opening my legs as he hands me the water. “Thank you Y/N, I love you,” he starts to clean me up as I chug the water. 

“I love you too baby,” after he cleans me he walks to the dresser to grab me some new clothes. “Oh fuck. Sorry baby,” I walk over to him tracing the scars on his chest and back with my hands. He turns around and looks down at his chest. 

“What for? Just proves you enjoyed it.” He chuckles as he puts the clothes everyone bought on me. 

END

Lmk if yall want another one like this

[dreamcorechild]

[Muzan woke up first to start off his morning routine. Being a grumpy gentleman and waking up the others with one loud mega speaker. He had news to tell that could entice those to take part in.. Gyokko didn't get the message. He hid in his vase to block out the noice, only for him to not notice Muzan holding a sledgehammer right next to him. Doma scurried his way to get himself ready with elegant manners, He was in the bathroom for 15 minutes, just to brush his teeth.]

Kokushibo: "Doma, hurry up! We all want to use the bathroom!"

Kaigaku: "Yeah! You've been in there for more than 10 minutes!! IM DYING FOR A PISS!!!"

Akaza: "I got some beef with this guy once he gets his fat ass out..."

Kokushibo: "For once. I'm with you there..."

Doma: "You guys never learn the respect of self esteem! I'm nearly finished yet you all are ranting like karens!"

Akaza: "DO WE LOOK LIKE KARENS TO YOU, YOU OBESE WEIGHT HEADED BLONDE BITCH!?!?!"

Doma: "....Yes."

Kaigaku: "THAT'S IT. IF YOU DONT LET US IN FOR THE NEXT 10 SECONDS.. ILL GET A FUCKING AXE AND ILL CHOP DOWN THIS RIDICULOUS LOOKING DOOR!!"

Doma: "Oh you wouldn't. You know your gonna be the one who's paying for the damages."

Kaigaku: "I GOT ENOUGH CASH CAUSE I ACTUALLY GOT A JOB!!"

Kokushibo: "You do?"

Kaigaku: "Yes... Being your student."

Akaza: "That's not a job though...."

Kaigaku: "...WELL.. ATLEAST I GET PAID FOR SUFFERING WITH YOU FUCKERS!!!"

Muzan: "CAN YOU LOT JUST SHUT UP ALREADY AND GET CHANGE. WERE GONNA BE LEAVING IN A FEW MINUTES AND ALL YOU THREE ARE DOING IS SQUABBLING LIKE DICKHEADS!!!"

Kokushibo: "NOT UNTIL DOMA LET US USE THE BATHROOM! I NEED TO BRUSH MY HAIR!!"

Kaigaku: "I NEED TO TAKE A PISS!!!!"

Akaza: "And I just need to.. Stare at the mirror."

Muzan: ".... Akaza.. There's mirrors everywhere.."

Akaza: "I know. I just like to stare at the bathroom one.."

Muzan: "You have one strange habit..."

Kaigaku: "5 MORE SECONDS DOMA. GET YOUR PLUMPY BOOTY OUT OF THIS BATHROOM, NOW!!!!!"

Doma: "Okay, Okay!! Jeez Christ you guys never let me have my privacy!!!"

Muzan: "Well you always interrupted mine!!"

Kaigaku: "FINALLY I CAN NOW TAKE A FRICKING PI-"

SLAM!!!

Kokushibo: "Sorry Kaigaku! I was the first one in. So you may need to wait for another minute.."

Kaigaku: "......FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"

[Daki got change into something that girls wear for summer. Shorts, a cardigan, a large straw made sun hat, and some sunglasses. Gyutaro always questions her fashion. But never seems to have the courage to say it out loud.. All he knows is that not once in his life. Has he ever experience the ocean.]

Gyutaro: "Why do we even need to go to the seaside.. Not like there's gonna be any sands waiting for us or any bars or.. Even the.. Ocean???"

Daki: "You Havnt seen what the ocean is like.. Have you?"

Gyutaro: "How could I not know... I was inside of you when you went solo!!!"

Nakime: "Gyutaro. If your that persistent, then we dont mind you staying here on your own while we all have fun."

Gyutaro: "I WASN'T EVEN GOING TO DECLINE. OF COURSE I WANTED TO GO!!!"

Urogi: "There will be fishes there.. Right?"

Daki: "Precisely, There's always gonna be bigger fishes in the water.. Where else would the fishes be? A exotic restaurant where professional chefs serves many food that us, peasants cant afford."

Zohakuten: "I got the towels and umbrella ready. I am so ready to enjoy the beach! I even got buckets and spade for us to make some sand castles!!"

Urogi: "AYYYY!!! Zo hawk gluten mo hawk! LONG TIME NO SEE-"

WHACK.

SMACK.

PUNCH.

CRACK.

Zohakuten: "THAT'S NOT MY NAME DUMBASS!! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN LONG TIME NO SEE? WE MET SINCE YESTERDAY.. GET IT RIGHT YOU LOW LIFE BRAIN!!"

Aizetsu: "Do we really need to argue.. On the day when we all get to enjoy the sands and the sea??"

Nakime: "I agree-"

[Oh, it wasn't just them who argues most of the time. The sounds of a blade crashed into the walls and ice melting shivered them with goosebumps. They looked out of the main lobby to see Doma being chased by Kokushibo while he is being chased by Muzan while he is being chased by Kaigaku while he is being chased by Akaza. Their faces tells such disappointment.]

Akaza: "FOR GOD YORRICHI'S SAKE. GIVE IT A BREAK YOU GUYS!!!"

Kaigaku: "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU DOMA!!!!"

Kokushibo: "I SWEAR BY IT, I HERE BY DECLARE WAR ON DOMA."

Doma: "UAHHHH, MUZAN MY LORD AND GOD! SAVE MEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Muzan: "KOKOPUFFS! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH WITH THIS STUPID WILD GOOSE CHASE! NOW HURRY UP AND HELP ME PACK UP THE BARBEQUE!!!"

Kokushibo: "YOU HAVNT EVEN USE YOUR RUSTY CRUSTY BARBEQUE IN YEARS. IT MAY NOT EVEN WORK ANYMORE!!!!"

[Doma skated through his pathway of ice. He made sure he was far away from the overwhelming orangutans. He didn't even bother to see whats in front of him. It was already to late for him to stop when he bumped into Sonny. He was sent flying towards the many art structures which toppled over like a stack of dominos. Once the dust passes. Sonny was filled with tears.]

Sonny: "Owwie.."

Doma: "O-OH UH. SORRY LITTLE ONE I UHH.."

Karaku: "....."

Doma: "...GETTING AWAY FROM THOSE LUNATICS OVER THERE!!!"

Karaku: "OH?~ Is that so???"

[Doma nodded while fake tears streamed down his eyes. Karaku could only roll his in response.]

Karaku: "Oh stop it with those salty tears. You can always hide in those vases. I'm sure Gyokko wont mind."

Gyokko: "I DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT. HIS FAT HEAD WOULD SMASH IT WITH ONE STARE!!"

Doma: "No I wouldn't..."

[Even with the weight of a human. Doma could slowly make his body slim. Climbing inside the bigger vase to take refugee in. He wanted to know if they had went pass him... No noise was heard for a few minutes.]

Doma: "They didn't see me.. Right?"

Karaku: "Nope. Your all good pal!"

Doma: "GREAT :D!!!!"

[Gyokko on the other hand couldn't wait to get Doma out of his finest artworks.. He had no choice.. He had to slip it out even if the upper moon 2 likes it or not.. Kokushibo was about to turn to another corner before Gyokko rolled his way towards the samurai.]

Gyokko: "KOKUSHIBO!!! HE'S RIGHT THERE!!!! IN MY VASE LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!!!"

Doma: "SHUSH!! YOUR GONNA GIVE ME AWAY!!!!"

Gyokko: "GOOD!!! HE'S BEHIND YOU. BRO. HE'S BEHIND YOU!!!"

Doma: "GYOKKO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!"

Gyokko: "KOKO!! HE'S CLIMBING OUT OF MY VASE. YOU BETTER HURRY AND GIVE HIM A WHOOPING!!!"

Karaku: *Laughs heavily*

Doma: "I AM NOT!!! KOKO PLEASE SPARE ME. I'M SORRY FOR USING YOUR HAIR BRUSH AS MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!!"

Kokushibo: "o.o"

Doma: "OH THANKS ALOT GYOKKO. YOU AND YOUR BIG MOUTH!"

Gyokko: "Your welcome Doma, Always happy to help others!!"

Karaku: "God.. I-I can't breathe... Bwahahhaha!!!!!"

Kokushibo: "¬_¬"

Doma: "Kokushibo.. We can talk about this... You dont have to cut off my head... Please!!!"

[Doma crawled towards the corner, Whimpering while Kokushibo unsheathe his sword... Pointing it at the now helpless Cult leader who stutters and cries.]

Kokushibo: "You made a big mistake.. Ungrateful bastard.."

Doma: *Gulps* "KOKUSHIBO PLEASE IM SORRY-!!"

[A hand managed to stop the sword from landing a full blow. Kokushibo looked behind with his sharp glare, Muzan clench the Nichirin blade tightly. Blood soaking down his hand.]

Muzan: "I know how much you hate him Koko. So do I. But I am not allowing any violence to ruin our trip to the seaside. NOW DO ME A FAVOR AND PUT YOUR FUCKING BLADE AWAY YOU 6 EYE FREAK!!!"

Kokushibo: "....Very well.. You're lucky.. Doma.."

Doma: "OH MY GOD.. OH MY GOD. THANK YOU MUZAN. MY SENPAI. MY LORD AND SAVIOR-"

Muzan: "Doma, shut up."

[a-pretty-nerd]

Recently I've been thinking about the DMC storyline continuing in a supernatural drama show following the events after the 5th game.

Like the pilot involves Vergil and Dante finding their way back to earth after spending years in hell. Vergile and Dante are exhausted and begin going through their mid-life crisis as they grapple with their past while also trying to build human lives for themselves. Vergil choosing to re-enter human society and trying his best to actually have a relationship with his son, Nero.

Nero has actually been busy while they were gone. Lady and Trish brought him on to the Devil May Cry team. So while D and V where down stairs lobbing demons, Nero was on the top floor splitting heads. He's also been working on wedding planning, with Kyrie. See, season ones gotta end with some wedding drama.

V is here. Why? That's a mystery and a plot point all its own. But he's here and has been working part-time as a demon hunter with Nero and the gals. Trish often takes V under her wing and acts as a mentor to him. V is adopted into the family by Nero and Kyrie especially. He and Nico also have a pretty wholesome and friendly relationship. Like Vergil, his whole deal is learning to be human again. But unlike Vergil his body is young and he has a lot more options for a future that does not involve demon hunting.

Nico makes everyone's gadgets and she makes 'em pay too. She's a smart ass, a comic relief, and another pretty face of the cast much like her role in the video games. She's a bit more chaotic and finds a surrogate father-figure in Dante as the show goes on. She's also one of the more down to earth and grounded characters if you can believe it. It might also just be that she has a better grasp on reality than some of the others.

Lady and Trish are series regulars and have their own arks but they're most often seen together. They. Are. Besties. They live together in a big ol' penthouse apartment near the DMC office. (And they were roommates.) Trish does go out and dates and parties and has fun. Lady is more of a girl boss type. She owns her own company involving the weapons of mass destruction, the ade of ridding the earth of demons, and home security. They girl boss, gate keep, and gaslight together. I love them. Auntie vibes.

I have a few ideas for running jokes in the show.

My favorite being that the cast keeps making fun of Dante for his style choices. Throughout the show, Dante keeps adding new and goofy fashion accessories to his outfits that always make him look dorky. Like a pair of oversized aviator sunglass, or a shorts and knee-high sock combo on a hot day, or the one that really got him in trouble: an unironic fedora. He was wearing it wrong anyways.

Another running joke would be Nico getting all the bitches. If there is a hot side character, Nico is at least shooting a shot. She's like the series' Joey from friends. She's a slut in the best ways possible. Episodes will end with a groggy Nero exiting his room and shuffling into the hallway, only to find the tall, dark and handsome guy from the shop earlier that Episode leaving Nico's room in what can only be described as a walk of giddy shame. He watches the man leave, then Nero shakes his head, turns around, and goes back to bed.

I would also like to have episodes that involve V dealing with having a crush on someone. Like an original character that later becomes a series main and V has to not only grapple with romantic feelings (gross) but also learn to navigate dating as an adult. He's painfully awkward but he's also just so hot he doesn't notice the people who do like him, only the ones he likes. That sounds funny to watch.

I think we brush off Kyrie a lot. I think I would love to have Kyrie act as this sweet little young-woman who is very responsible and kind to everyone, but also has a dark side. Like she's got anger issues but they come out in the most unlikely ways. Kinda like a Bernadette from Big Bang Theory. She's sweet on the outside, salty on the inside like a sea salt caramel chocolate. A lot of her arks would involve her trying to help everyone without taking away from herself and learning more about herself as a person. Maybe before her wedding to Nero she nearly calls it off because she goes through a quarter-life crisis.

I think about there being this dynamic between Vergil and Dante that has tension but they're settled on the idea that they're TRYING not to fight. But they just can't help it so their fights evolve into petty little arguments through quiet and hushed dialogue only with each other. Like during the wedding episode, Dante takes his seat next to Vergil in the front row where the family members go and starts mumbling criticisms. "Really? You're wearing that at your son's wedding?" "You're one to talk. You look like a clown who got lost in a bdsm shop." Dante chuckles. "Better than a sexless grandpa." He grunts as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm not a grandfather." Vergil pauses, thinks, and looks at Dante. "Do you know something I don't?" He asks abruptly. Vergil is very literal. He thinks that by calling him a grandpa that Dante is insinuating that Kyrie is pregnant. He's a lil offended that Dante would be told before him. Dante throws up his hands. "What? No!- No." Vergil is satisfied with that answer and they both give a sigh of relief. In unison they shake their heads and mutter, "thank god." Did I mention the running gag of Dante and Vergil unintentionally mirroring each other and then they get mad at the other about it?

In later seasons Nero and Kyrie do have a baby and there's a whole thing with that. At that point Nero and Vergil's relationship really begins to heal because there's this new addition to the family and Vergil is actually very excited to be a grandfather as much as he tries to hide it. Kyrie goes through a lot, obviously, but also now she has to learn what raising a demon/human will entail. Kyrie has worked at an orphanage for YEARS so she's not exactly in the dark there but, the possibility of a demon baby is kinda a big deal. Dante and Kyrie actually bond a lot during this time because Dante sustains a real bad injury for the first time in his life. He's been stabbed and ran through and he's fine but in the last magic battle he broke his leg and because it was magic that caused the injury, Dante is now forced to use his back up plan: good ol' fashion human healing. So Dante and Kyrie turn into couch potatoes together for a bit. Knitting and watching TV together while Dante drinks a beer and Kyrie sips on her doctor recommended protein shakes Nero makes her drink. They keep each other company while Nero has his coming to terms with fatherhood crisis that Nico and V try to help him through.

I also think V and Nico getting left alone to babysit would be funny to watch because they're both TERRIBLE with children. But the baby has no fucking idea and is very fond of V who is kind of an uncle to the kid. Everyone else has basically excepted that V is kinda just like another Sparda brother and Nero treats him more like a brother which V is actually really thankful for. V is the kinda guy that thinks he's terrible with kids because they make him nervous. He just doesn't know what to do with them or how to talk to them or really how to take care of one. Nico knows all that stuff, and when the kid is more around 7 she's a fun aunt but she has such little knowledge of how to entertain a baby. She just also just finds them boring. So like, when they work together to babysit its chaotic but the baby's fine.

Patty Lowell would also be a reoccurring character but about as reoccurring as Janice from Friends is. She's grown and off doing her own thing but she loves to pop in on occasion and lovingly bug the shit out of Dante. She fills everyone in on her life which changes dramatically everytime we see her. I also like the idea of her having a body guard character who is hired muscle that followers her everywhere. She's also kind of a y2k daddy's girl trust fund kinda chick and she's comedic relief.

Anyways, that's all I've got for now. I think about these characters a lot. I love them. Night.

[missjanjie]

6 + 32 , at the beach!

i love when we start off with a whole-ass crackship. truly the heart and soul of this game

6. Icesis Couture + 32. Salina Estitties

-

“Yo, look over there,” Salina shook Isabelle’s shoulder to get her attention. “Why’s that chick dressed like a vampire?”

Isabelle lifted her sunglasses to look, then looked back at her friend. “Girl, I swear to god, you got two brain cells and they’re fighting for third place. The bitch is just wearing a black bathing suit and floppy hat. Sunglasses are kinda big though, I’ll give you that.”

“But look at how big that umbrella is! At this point, like, just stay inside, you know?” 

“Bitch, why the hell do you care?”

She shrugged. “Guess I’m intrigued, she’s hot.” She tilted her head as she continued to watch the woman – she wasn’t pale like Salina had assumed from the way she stayed out of the sun, but she wasn’t entirely convinced that it was just a regular person. The air of mystery drew her in. “I’m gonna talk to her,” she decided before her friend could talk her out of it.

Icesis looked up from her book when she realized someone was walking towards her, and groaned internally – so much for a peaceful beach day. “No hablo ingles,” she quickly said before the stranger could get a word in. 

“Buen intento, cariña. También hablo español. Podemos hacer esto todo el día,” Salina answered without missing a beat. “And that book cover is in English.” 

To Salina’s surprise, Icesis set her book down and smiled. “Okay, you caught me,” she conceded. “Icesis. To what do I owe the disturbance?” 

“Oh, I love the mean ones,” she chuckled. “Salina. And it’s ‘cause you stick out like a sore thumb out here, but in a good way. You on some goth shit or something?” 

Icesis snorted with laughter, immediately covering her mouth. “No, just an aesthetic I vibe with,” she clarified. “Are all the girls in California like you? Because I might need to invest in some painkillers.”

“Nah, baby, I’m one of a kind. Where you from, then?” she asked, deciding to sit next to her.

She didn’t object, to both of their surprise. “Canada,” she answered. “You up for showing a girl around then? Or is your friend gonna be pissed?”

“Fuck her, she’ll get over it,” Salina laughed. “C’mon, I’ll show you a good time,” she said, getting back up and offering a hand.

After a split second, Icesis took her hand and got up. “Oh, i’m sure you will.”

[novankenn]

J/C - the Idols of Beacon

--==(Table of Contents) ==--

(Chapter Four - No... Please no!)

Two days without scrolls or tv's dragged by at a snails pace. With nothing else to do, and unwilling to really interact with each other, for reasons... the pair ended up mainly glutting out on the greasiest, heavily fried foods they could get their hands on.

Their personal items had arrived the first day, but aside from some familial mementos, and changes of clothes... that really didn't fit properly anymore. There was nothing to pass the time. Jaune bemoaned not thinking of buying a gaming console, seeing as normally she spent much her gaming time on her scroll.

Cardin wasn't much better. Grumbling and groaning about how her life was utterly destroyed. She like Jaune had nothing to occupy her time, and this whole situation had removed any drive she had to exercise. So she sat around letting time slid by and trying to think of a way to back out of this whole arrangement.

On the third day... Cardin now Carla was fighting hard to not visibly shake with terror. Not that Jaune now Joan, was doing much better. The pair stood ram-rod straight as before them stood the Fashionista of Bacon... one Coco Adel. Leader of team CFVY, and to Carla the scariest bitch he'd ever had to deal with.

"So before we leave..." Coco spoke as studied the pair over the rim of her trademark glasses. "I need to know what I'm working with... so strip."

"WHAT?" Joan and Carla screeched in unison.

"Strip. Down to your undies. I need to see assess your figures, without all the ill-fitting guys clothes. So hop to it. Down to your skivvies."

"N...n...no" Joan stammered as flashbacks of older sisters using her as a dress-up doll flooded her mind.

"No?"

"Fuck no." Carla replied crossing her arms over her bountiful chest, even though inside she was near pissing herself with fear.

"Ladies. I have been given a task by Professor Goodwitch, and I FULLY intend to complete it... now..." Coco reached up and took off her sunglasses to give the pair of young women a stern glare. "She has also instructed me that IF you do not comply with my instructions... that I was to inform her. So should I contact Goodwitch or are you going to do what I'm asking?"

"Your not asking: Joan countered, "You're ordering... there's a difference."

"There is, but that's a moot point. I need to see what I'm working with, so you're going to do. Now STRIP!"

The pair tried to hold tough. They screwed up their embarrassment into courage to defy the instructions... until Coco proceeded to pull out her scroll. She raised a single eyebrow, as she made a show of having her thumb hovering over the screen.

Their outer layer of clothes hit the floor faster than a Hentai Dating Game's Characters. Carla and Joan's faces glowed cherry red as they shuffled awkwardly, and tried to hide various 'assets' behind their delicate hands.

"What are you wearing?" Coco asked her tone filled with shock and disgust as she looked upon Joan and Carla, standing before her in undershirts and boxers. "Were is your underwear? DO either of you own a bra?"

"No." the pair responded weakly, their voices barely able to be heard.

"NO?" Coco repeated their answer with utter shock. "Seriously you girls are in need of some SERIOUS help. So I take it what you were wearing is what you normally wear?"

Carla and Joan just nodded.

"Un-fucking-believable." Coco groaned, "Goodwitch said you too would need help... but this... this is a crisis. I'm going to need a bigger budget."

"Budget?" Joan asked.

"Well yeah. I was informed that Beacon was going to cover the cost of your make-overs... with in reason... but now, I think I'll end up using in all just to get you girls some properly fitting street wear, IF I have anything left after getting you situated with proper undergarments."

"Can we... um?" Carla tried to ask.

"No." Coco responded before Carla could finish her question. "Hands at your sides... I need a good look... and would the two of you relax! It's just us here... and I don't bite... well I do but you have to ask first."

All the color drained from Joan's face, as she weaved on her feet. Carla seeing Joan just about collapsing, instinctively reached out and caught her, preventing her from crashing to the floor.

"What is your malfunction? You're both acting like this is the first time another girl has ever seen you partially dressed." Coco pinched the bridge of her nose to center he thoughts. "Carla I'll start with you. Joan go sit down before you fall down."

Coco took a deep breath, and click her tongue when she watched Joan turn and shuffle to the nearby couch. Even with the boxers, Coco could tell Joan had a behind that she would love to get her paws on. Shaking her head, Coco filed that thought away in order to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Okay, Carla what are your measurements?"

"Er... um... I... don't know?"

"How... how do... never mind." Coco shook her head again, while reaching into her pocket to withdraw a rolled up tape measure. "Arms up and out to your sides."

Two hours later Joan and Carla found themselves in Vale, or more specifically the shopping district... isolated with Coco Adel near the fitting rooms of an upscale boutique. The fact that storefront contained the Adel name was not lost on either of them.

"Okay, everything in your arms will fit you properly. You don;t have to try on the underwear or bras... BUT you do need to try on all the other clothes. So into the changing rooms. Put on an outfit and then come out so I can assess it's fit. Understood?"

Carla and Joan just numbly nodded.

"Good." Coco clapped her hands, "On with it ladies, because time is a wasting, and we still need to get you proper footwear."

Joan and Carla visibly shivered, causing Coco to sigh in frustration.

Five hours, thousands of lien, and three trips from a specially arranged for bullhead found Joan and Carla standing in their dorm looking at the piles of boxes, and shopping bags.

"I don't think I have enough room in for all this." Joan commented.

"That's what you're concerned about? Fuck, I'm starting to think I hit you in the head one too many times."

"Fine. What are you concerned about, because this is A LOT of stuff to put away, and half of it is yours."

"I'm freaking out about Coco being our fashion consultant! If she ever found out I'm Cardin..."

"So won't."

"How can you be so..."

"You have tits, and as long as you only act like an asshat in private... she'll never figure it out."

"But there is a chance... we sort of resemble ourselves... she could..."

"Cardin..."

"DON'T USE MY REAL NAME!"

"Shit! Sorry, but Carla you need to relax... seriously dude... relax. Go put your shit away, and then we'll order some food."

Carla took a few deep breaths before nodding, and starting the arduous task of carting her 'purchases' into her room and trying to fit everything into her dresser and closet.

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Elle’s Unsolicited Thoughts on the BOSJ 30 Presser

Put under a read more for long post convenience <3

But I must say here that I was NOT ready for Douki’s look <3.

A Block Entrances:

Okay first why does Hiromu have a plant taped to his back, second it's weird to see Kushida not cosplaying as Marty McFly, third with Lio Rush I was confused about why he walked out with his jacket not fully on but then the dramatic like taking it off and putting it over his shoulder model pose was great and then he also actually smiled during his dramatic pose and I thought that was cute.

Douki. Douki. Somebody play Sharp Dress Man by ZZ Top immediately because he was wearing not only the pocket square and the suit and the tie and the everything he had a lapel pin. He did that to kill me.

Taiji looking fabulous in his sunglasses and the hair is *mwah.* And then we have a TJP living his skater boy dreams, and then speedball I squeak I actually squee-ed when he came out because he just is so cute.

I also just realized that they put the two emo boys wearing sunglasses inside at the same table iconic

Speech Time!

Hiromu: Speedball was literally bouncing with happiness while Hiromu talked I can't even.

Hiromu wants to win this competition so many times in a row that people no longer want to watch because they just think he's going to win it and there are protests in the street

Taguchi: Speedball's expression the entire time that Taguchi was talking is so accurate.

Lio: Losing my shit over Speedball and Taguchi making fun of Lio behind his back like rude but also entertaining. Lio saying that Yoh told him all about Sho and he can't wait for that one oh I so hope that he kick Sho's ass for Yoh! Lio, you have made an enemy this day by making fun of Douki's name

Douki: Incredibly charmed by Douki straightening his tie as he walked up and it being all poofed out still XD. Not going to lie I felt some distress about him pointing out that this is his first BOSJ without being in Suzuki-gun. Also love that he's being all dramatic calling out Wato at the end.

TJP: Tjp asking where Alex Zayne is fills me with a desire to commit violence

Speedball: I love that he's so happy to be here! You know I'm not sure what I expected from his speech but it definitely was not him asking if anyone has smelt Hiromu because he smells so good XD XD XD

Sho: I'm trying to imagine Sho as a face, like I know he was one at one point, but I can't picture it he's just SO SCUMMY also lol his promise to not to cheat.

B Block Entrances:

Yoh's sassy bow to Despe was everything. My dear son Wato came out looking fabulous and dramatic! Why is Yoh sitting SO CLOSE to Despe XD. It's good to see that Robbie still commits to his Green Day alumni aesthetic but I really think that he would have sold it more if he committed to guy liner. I can't take evil Clark seriously yet.

Yoh: Never once have I ever been ready for Yoh’s voice to be that deep and it always is and I always forget and then he talks and I die

Despe: Despe really said that this year’s B Block is the participation trophy block aldkajdlkaj XD. As funny as that was, nothing will ever top him calling Douki a bitch in his speech and them almost throwing hands last year. The fact that they aren’t in the same block this year saddens me. Ope, looks like it’s Yoh’s turn to have a home erotic story line with Despe, based on Despe’s comments.

Wato: Okay so Douki called out Wato and Wato did the same - “If you’re not in the final, I won’t forgive you” SPICE

Robbie: “The b stands for Bob” 😂😂😂😂

Akira: I know very little about Aikra and I'm biased against him because he teams with TJP but I love that he brought a little snack

Bushi: Poor Bushi getting rained on!!!

Sidenote, Wato looked so scandalized by Clark Connors punching Kevin Knight XD