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mint-yooxgi · 10 months

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Spectre - Yandere!Wraith!Hyunjin

Yandere AU & Wraith AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Monologue

Pairing: Hyunjin X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,630

Warnings: Implied stalking and murder, talk of self-mutilation and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This one is meant to be read as if he's talking directly to you. Think "Meant To Be Yours" from the musical Heathers, just less intense anger. Hehehe, I hope you like it! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Fifth of The Feral Drabbles

“Don’t be scared, Pretty. You know I would never hurt you.

Just let me in. Don’t you want me to take care of you?

Ignoring me won’t make me go away; you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m attached to you now, whether you like it or not. Our bond can never be broken. You’re mine and I’m yours, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that you are never taken away from me again.

Pretty, why are you crying? You should be overjoyed! I’m not going to leave you ever again!

Oh, I get it! They’re tears of joy, aren’t they? You’re just as ecstatic as I am to know we’ll no longer be apart, and now with this newfound bond, I’ll be able to touch you! Isn’t that exciting?

I’ll be honest, Pretty, I’ve longed to know what your skin feels like beneath my fingertips. For too long my gentle brushes have simply passed right through you. I want to feel you pressed against me. I want to hold you in my arms both in the most innocent of ways, and also in the most intimate. I’ll finally be able to make you feel so good.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Now, I’ll no longer have to stand by and watch those others who have been ridiculously unworthy of you touch you. No one will ever lay their filthy hands on you again. No one but me is allowed to touch you.

I’d do anything you’d want. I’ll admit, when I still drew breath, I was quite a selfish lover, but I’ve learned from my mistakes. I’ve spent too long fantasizing about burying my face between those plush thighs of yours to not want to take my time with you, and indulge in every desire you’ve ever had. I’ve seen how frustrated the others always leave you, and I’ll make sure that you’re satisfied in every way I can.

All you have to do is let me in…

I already told you, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to leave you alone. You mean too much to me.

Wait! I know! I’ll prove to you how well I know you! Then, you’ll have to let me in. Or maybe, I could try seducing you with my words? Would you like that, Pretty? For me to delve deeply into your soul and caress you with the romantic tenderness you have always craved to hear from your lovers?

I know my visage is usually meant to bring death and terror, but there is nothing more that I long to do than breathe into you the vibrance of life. You’re so beautiful, and you deserve only the best. You deserve someone to laugh at all of your corny jokes with. You deserve someone who will cherish you like you are the most delicate flower in the garden of the universe, of which you are. You deserve to be loved how you’ve always wanted, and I am more than willing to give that to you.

In fact, do you remember that day you were out with that- that- thing.

Forgive me, I dare not speak that bastard’s name. I honestly don’t know what you saw in him. He was a good for nothing, ugly, vile, piece of-

Sorry, Pretty. I guess I just got too carried away…

You can’t blame me. That’s just what you do to me. Picturing you with anyone else… well, I’m not a wraith for nothing.

Anyways, as I was saying, do you remember that day? How certain things started happening when he dared to get close to you?

Yes, that was me. I couldn’t stand the sight of him touching what’s mine. He never deserved you. Besides, you didn’t know what he was like when you weren’t around.

I took the liberty to follow him. I just had to know why you preferred his company, and seriously Pretty, you should have heard the shit he would talk about with his friends behind your back. It’s a shame someone seemed to pick them off one by one…

Yes, Pretty, that was also my doing. I couldn’t have scum walking this earth who could so easily disrespect My Pretty, now could I? Sometimes being what I am has its perks.

No, don’t cry harder! I promise I’ll never hurt you! I love you!

I- I- I don’t want you to be scared of me.

I know! Would hurting me make you feel better?

I mean, you locking me out like this already hurts me, but I’ll gladly let you do whatever you want to me. Now that we’re bonded, I’m susceptible to more things than before, but the regular stuff still works, too. Iron, salt, fire: pick your poison, I’ll suffer through it all. Though, if you’d prefer something more substantial, like a blade, I’ll gladly bleed for you. After all, only you can touch me now.

…Is it that surprising that I would want to bleed for you? After I already told you that I would do absolutely anything and everything for you?

Carve your fucking name into my skin. I don’t care. In fact, I’ll gladly do it for you.

Just please, won’t you let me in? I want to see your pretty face again; it’s been too long since I’ve last gazed upon you.

I don’t care if I appeared to you only an hour ago! It’s been too long!

You know, this isn’t how I pictured this going…

I won’t lie to you pretty, I had hoped we would be in the midst of making love right now.

It’s you who makes me so crazy, you know. You seriously have no idea what you do to me…

Long have I since desired to worship you. I mean, I already worship the very ground you walk on, but you’ve never seemed to notice. I honestly hated knowing how you thought those roses I always left for you every week were from that bastard.

Selfishly, I wanted to show up with those red flowers, litter your bed in their petals, and then make love to you like you’ve never been loved before. Until you were shaking from a single touch. Until you were dripping down my face from the amount of times I would make you come from my tongue alone. Until the only thing your hoarse voice could utter, the only thing that you could think of, would be my name.

Don’t you want me, too? I’ve been with you this whole time, but now that you can actually see me, you don’t-

It’s my appearance, isn’t it? I’m not desirable to you.

It’s okay, Pretty. I can handle the truth. You don’t find me attractive, do you? That’s why you’re so scared right now. You’re terrified of how I might react.

I can change, you know. I’ll change for you. Whatever you want from me, know that it’s yours. I’ll figure everything out, just as long as I get to have you in the end. You already own all of me, and you know I’m willing to give my everything for you.

I am a little shocked, though. I have always been told that I’m quite handsome, especially when I was alive, but I guess I don’t suit everyone’s tastes. Unfortunate that I only care about yours, but you don’t seem to desire my looks.

You’ve gone awfully silent all of a sudden. That means I’m right, doesn’t it? You aren’t attracted to me like I thought you would be.

Your breathing just picked up when you said that. Are you, perchance, lying?

Oh, Pretty, it’s okay. I’m so in tune with your body and your every reaction, I can tell when you’re being dishonest with yourself. I’m just happy to know that my theory is wrong. You do find me attractive, don’t you?

I’m all yours, Pretty. You know that? Everything that I am, belongs to you. I just want to take my time loving you, and getting to cherish you like you’ve always wanted. Like you’ve always deserved.

So, please, won’t you open the door?

What do you mean, ‘no’?

I’m getting tired of these games, Pretty. I’ve tried playing nice, but the way you’re hiding from me is getting on my every last nerve. I’ve already waited years for this moment, and now that it’s here, you’re pushing me away? I don’t think so.

I’ll give you five seconds, and if you don’t open this fucking door before the time is up, I will smash through it without a second thought. Even you can’t keep me away forever. I won’t let you.

One.

Two.

You’re really testing my patience, Pretty. You know that, right?

Three.

Four.

Five.

That’s it, I warned you. I’m coming in whether you like it or not.

Wait, why can’t I get through your door? Pretty, did you do something?

Answer me, Pretty.

Pretty…

I know you’re scared, Pretty, but just let me in. Open the door, and let me in. I’m starting to get really angry, and I would hate to have to do something that I might come to regret. You can’t hide from me forever.

I’m fucking done waiting for you. You’re mine, whether you like it or not. I don’t care what it takes, I’m going to bust this fucking door down and find you. I’ll drag you out of that room if I have to; you’re not going anywhere without me. You can’t. You better be prepared for that, Pretty.

After all, this salt line will only protect you for so long, and once I’m through… Once I’m through, I’ll make you feel my love. It’s the only thing my spirit still lives on to do.”

#yandere hyunjin #yandere stray kids #yandere kpop #stray kids drabble #hyunjin scenario #hyunjin smut #stray kids scenario #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz scenarios #skz x reader #wraith au #kpop scenario #kpop smut #chubby reader

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alornights · 1 year

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⟢ gossip session.

➜ in which ! kyle finds himself interested in your gossip.

💌 ﹫kyle broflovski.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗gossip about teacher/student affair.

🍓 ⟡ notes — i love gossiping lmao. i also realized ive been spelling his last name wrong for like ages until now lmao.

he loves it, no matter how hard he tries denying it, he love it.

at first, he didn't care for it, actually, he found it annoying. he never liked people talking about others behind their backs.

especially if they are personal matters.

so when you two are just in his room casually hanging out and your face-timing your friend talking about the latest school gossip he made sure to tune it out opting to listen to music.

until he one day overheard you gossiping because he forgot his headphones. then he starts paying attention and listening more carefully getting very interested in the story.

he can't help himself now from listening to your rambles.

"No, you don't understand Heather. PC Principal has no fucking clue about this which is surprising since he knows everything that goes on in this school. But like, how does he not know that a teacher is banging the head cheerleader of the school but fucking Butters of all people knows?"

"Yeah no, I have no idea how long it's been going on."

"I heard she might even be pregnant with the teacher's kid. Yeah, uh huh, no way- HE HAS 3 SEPARATE FAMILIES?"

kyle tries so hard not to ask because he knows it's not the right thing to do but in the end, he can't help himself.

he starts listening every chance he gets. trying to put pieces together if he hadn't heard the other parts of the story.

it gets so bad that he starts listening

hell, he even listens to some of cartman's gossip.

finally he admits he is gossip addict and decides to talk to you.

As you walked back into his room after having a quick call with one of your friends about the recent gossip that just surfaced.

Kyle sighed mentally bracing himself for what he was about to say.

"What happened next? With the teacher-student thing I mean..."

You stare at him incredibly, tilting your head in confusion. "Huh? I thought you hated gossip since you know it's people not minding their own business or whatever."

The teen grumbled a bit before turning away. "Maybe I've had a change of heart."

and when he means "change of heart"

he actually means he's so invested that its like an addiction.

the guy becomes a crazed gossip girl kicking his feet giggling.

Words couldn't describe the look of happiness on your face as you raced over to his bed slamming your body on top of him in giddiness. "Okay listen closely. So right now, 2 of the 3 families have found out about this situation and are all divorcing him."

"Actually?" He questioned sitting up, shifting you in his arms so you were both comfortable. "How the hell did he find out? Didn't you say that they all lived far away or something?"

You nodded. "They do but someone from our school who shall be unnamed, leaked it to them with photos of the teacher and student, well, getting the groove on after school in his class."

"No. Fucking. Way."

"Yes, way!" You clapped your hands with a smirk. "That's all for now since this just happened like 2 hours ago."

A beat of silence passes by until he looks back at you staring you dead in the eye. "You'll keep me updated... right?"

You laugh nodding your head excitedly. "You'll be the first to know."

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #LORA WRITES — 🍡 ʬʬ

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gatheringbones · 7 months

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[“Later in the day, while Heather and I were making the bed and talking about the chores we needed to get through the next morning, she used a male pronoun in regard to me. “Well that’s gonna be weird, huh?” I said. “Not saying ‘he’ for me anymore.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean I want to transition. I want to become a woman… fully.” She paused and fell silent. I think the revelation that I was a transsexual truly hit her in this moment. She slowly started to comprehend that this didn’t mean I’d simply be cross-dressing around the house. It started to hit me, too. I wanted to transition genders, and there was a lot more to that than just hormones and surgery. Neither of us fully understood what it meant yet, or where to start.

The next day Andrew and James met me at the studio to talk about plans around the album and the future of the band. Jordan came, too, as he was again filling in as our manager. Until then, I’d been telling them that I was writing a concept album about a transsexual prostitute—the metaphor behind the feeling of having whored myself out to a record label was thinly transparent since James, Andrew, and I were all processing our own post-traumatic stress disorder from the past couple years of music industry hell. Previously, I’d been able to sneak a few subtle metaphors about my dysphoria in here and there. But an album focused entirely on it? I didn’t know how to explain that, and the new songs were not sticking with the guys.

James could make out a few lyrics to the title track through his in-ear monitors: “You want them to see you like they see every other girl / But they just see a faggot.” “Hey, man,” he said between takes. “Are you saying ‘faggot’ on this song? It sounds like you’re saying it a lot. Are people gonna be cool with that?”

I realized that the reason the words weren’t connecting with them was that they didn’t have the context. So I came out with it. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted them to understand. I couldn’t hold back the momentum of the day before. Once the truth was spoken, it could be contained no longer.

“It’s about me, and how I’m a transsexual. This is something I’ve been dealing with for a long time,” I told them. Once I started explaining it, I couldn’t stop. It was like an out-of-body experience where I saw myself, but was powerless to hold back the flood of words. “I want to start living as a woman, and to be referred to as Laura. This is something I’ve thought about a lot and isn’t going away, so I might as well embrace it.”

No one knew what to say once I finally stopped rambling. The three of them just sat there in the studio control room, looking down at their feet or at whatever lit-up piece of audio equipment their eyes could find, focusing anywhere but on me. We’d had some heavy conversations over the years—emotional moments where we’d told each other off or outright quit the band—but nothing compared to this. Andrew’s usually warm smile was locked in since I started talking, and it looked like it was going to melt off his face. His skin flushed red, trying not to flinch. There was nothing any of them could say. I broke the silence by asking them to come smoke a joint with me. We got high standing in a circle in the open back doorway. “OK, well,” I said. “I guess that’s all we’ll do today. How about we try again tomorrow?”

We shared the most comically awkward group hug, a horrible mess of pats on the back and overly extended stiff arms. They left, and I locked the door behind them. Oh fuck, I thought. I called Heather and told her that I had just come out to them. It felt unreal to speak these secrets aloud, hearing myself verbalize thoughts that had only ever existed in my head.

The guys had an hour and a half back to Gainesville to think about all that had just been unloaded on them. James has since told me that as he sat there stoned on that long drive home, a lot of memories over the past 15 years suddenly started to make sense for him. My lyrics, my behavior on tour; one by one, he had tiny flashes of realization about me in this new light.”]

laura jane grace, from tranny: confessions of punk rock’s most infamous anarchist sellout, 2016

#laura jane grace #trans literature #currently reading

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franciswasteland · 1 month

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TECH!LEO VALDEZ X THEATER KID!READER

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Summary: You land the role of Veronica Sawyer in a musical your high school is putting on, and your tech boyfriend tries to be supportive and reassure you when you need it.

Warnings: Highschool!au, Mortal!au,already dating fic, Beware spelling errors, im lowkey dyslexic. I DONT KNOW HOW TO END FICS….

Authors Notes: HIII GUYS IM ACTUALLY REALLY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I LOVE LEO SO MUCH. ALSO THIS IS PARTLY FOR SOME DISCORD FRIENDS !! Possibly not canon written Leo 😭🙏

You were in the drama/theater club at your high school, often appearing as the leading or supporting roles in musicals your school would put on in the auditorium. It was amazing, both fun and something you were good at! But what made it even better was one of the tech kids, Leo Valdez—Who was your boyfriend!

A few weeks ago, you scored one of the lead roles—Veronica Sawyer—in a musical your school was putting on called ‘Heathers’. But, there was a rather… intimate scene with another character, Veronica’s love interest, in the show during the song ‘Dead Girl Walking’, and Leo tried to tolerate it and support you the best he could, but it was getting a little unbearable for him.

“Baby…” Leo whined as you ranted to him about your role in the musical, even though you should have been practicing your lines. “Shouldn’t you be, uh, practicing or something?” He didn't want to send you away like that, but he could go on hearing you talk about that scene.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. I’ll go practice my lines. Thanks for the reminder. Love you, bye!” You say apologetically, kissing his cheek quickly (If any teacher or adult at the school saw you do that you’d probably get detention.) and running out from backstage where you were talking to Leo as he worked on… Whatever he does.

It was a few hours from the first showing of the show as your high school was doing a morning and afternoon show. You were backstage getting ready, changing into costume, and makeup, making sure you had your lines completely memorized and you could hit each note in the songs—Which you could. Expect you couldn’t help but be a bit worried about this. Sure, you had played so many roles before throughout the years you’ve been in high school, but you were worried about little things, a lot of little things which slowly added up to become one big thing for you to worry about—Making sure you’d sing the school appropriate version of the lyrics, making sure you wouldn’t blank on stage (How embarrassing would that be?!), making sure you were perfect.

Then you got an idea.

There was one person that you knew for sure thought you were perfect. Your boyfriend, Leo! Of course, you’d be able to get reassurance from him! So naturally you ran—Not too fast though, you couldn’t ruin your costume—off from where you were sat to find him.

It didn’t take you long to find Leo, he was exactly where you had expected him to be after all. “Leo!” You called out as you walked up to him, placing one of your hands on his arm so he would turn around to face you. And he in fact did turn around and face you like you had suspected he would.

“What is it?” He asked, sounding confused. He thought you would be getting ready for the musical, not running up to him for a chat. “Did ya miss me that bad you had to stop getting ready to come find me?” He added with a short chuckle, gaining a smile.

“Nono,—Well yes, but that’s not why I came to find you.” You replied, worry practically seeping through your words the more you spoke. Leo noticed almost immediately.

Your hand was still on his arm, Leo put his hand on top of yours. “Wow, I’m hurt.” He teased. “Well then, what is it? Whatcha need?” That was one of the things you loved about Leo; he always seemed to know when you were worried or upset about something, even if he didn’t know how to comfort you.

“I dunno, I guess I’m just nervous about this. I’m scared of messing up on stage.” You admit to him, and Leo seems to immediately understand what you mean. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You’ll do great, trust me.”

Then, when you were finally getting that reassurance from your boyfriend, it was about roughly 15-to-20 minutes until curtain—Until you would be on stage. Oh, brother.

You were feeling a little more better as you rushed back to the backstage area of the auditorium, Leo’s words ringing in your ears. The backstage was suddenly not as easy to navigate as it was before you ran off to find your boyfriend. People—Either in the show themselves or apart of tech like Leo—Were running around, trying to make sure the preparations were all set and everything was ready for the first showing of the musical.

Then you got told by one of the tech team members to get in your place on stage.

After about 2 and a half hours, the morning show of your high schools performance of ‘Heathers The Musical’ was over. You bowed before the audience, sweating, your throat sore and hurting from singing for almost 2 hours straight. At this point, all you could think of was the bottle of water that was waiting for you by your bag backstage.

As soon as the curtain closed, you ran off stage to where you had set your bag in desire of the bottle of water you had gotten before hand. And there it was waiting for you, along with Leo, your boyfriend.

“See? What did I tell you? You did amazing, just like I said you would.” Leo said, wrapping one of his arms around you, seemingly not minding the fact that you were practically covered in sweat.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” You groan in reply. “Just lemme grab my water before you start praising me.” You let out a dry laugh, —Dry to the fact that your throat was now killing you. You reached out your hand for your bottle of water, but Leo grabbed it before you could. You thought he would hold on to it tightly and reach his hand up high, making you reach even farther for it, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened it for you and handed it to you, seemingly recognizing how tired you were after performances.

“You look tired,” Leo mused, knowing exactly where this was going to go. After most shows and performances, you would be tired and feel miserable. So miserable and tired that you would just crash in his arms. “Come here..” He said, opening his arms for you to fall into. You quickly leaned your whole body against him, leaning into his arms.

“Thank you,”

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may0tuna · 9 months

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I hate you more! Part 2 | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick's chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Rodrick has been acting weird all day, and by weird, entirely quiet. You were worried he found out about your plan and was mad (even hurt) at what you did so you thought he was ignoring you on purpose. When lunchtime rolled around, you did not expect anything, more importantly, you did not expect Rodrick pushing through with asking Heather out. To your surprise, he still did, and it was indeed embarassing!

The cafeteria was chaotic with all the students sitting down and eating with their own cliques. You were sitting with Heather and the girls, and were talking about the upcoming English test by the end of the week, when all of a sudden you heard a high pitched noise as if someone was plugging something to the school sound system. You turned around to see Rodrick and his merry band of losers, the Loded Diper, setting up their music equipment. Your eyes lit up when you see Rodrick with a bunch of roses in one hand and a nervous look. Your gaze went from him to Heather, and a faint smirk appeared on your face.

Rodrick began on a not so great start because his microphone probably wasn't plugged in correctly, a screeching noise echoed throughout the entire cafeteria, gathering everyone's attention.

"Heather Hills," he began. Heather looked at him with fear as to what Rodrick will do or say next.

"Ever since we had Math class a few grades back, I knew," Rodrick had started walking towards our table.

"I knew that we," he stopped at our table, in front of Heather, handing her the roses, which Heather ignored so Rodrick decided to put it down the table.

"We were meant for each other," Rodrick breathed deeply and there was a pause. No one was sure if he was waiting for Heather to respond.

"1, 2, 3, 4, Ohh ohhh ohhh ohhh," then Rodrick started singing (badly) Justin Beiber's Baby.

"Are we an item? Girl, quit playin' (Yo, uh-huh) We're just friends, what are you sayin'? (Yo, uh-huh) Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes."

By this point, everyone was singing along with Rodrick despite his total lack of tune. Maybe they were singing because he was such a dork or maybe because they were making fun of him. Who knows? All you knew was that you were delighted when Heather, obviously furious, stormed out of the cafeteria. But just before she walked out the double doors, she passed by Rodrick and said, "As if! Loser!"

The entire cafeteria's laughter was deafening. A few grade schoolers, one of which was Rodrick's little brother, was laughing with his friend and everyone else. Rodrick seemed lost and his pained expression almost made you feel sorry for him. He looked over at you and you prepare yourself for a confrontation, but he didn't. He simply walked out of the cafeteria, leaving his band mates behind. Yup, that confirms it, you're the worst person in the world

First period after lunch, Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. Your teacher announced that he had to go home because he wasn't "feeling well." Yup, that made you feel worse about what you did.

Heather told you how embarassing it was and how he was a complete loser. You tried your best to defend him, but in Heather's case, it was indeed embarassing. Rodrick may be a good drummer but definitely not the best at singing. You said you had second-hand embarassment when he was singing, and Heather and the others laughed. This made you feel worse that you decided you're going to visit him and apologize after school.

You had declined Heather's offer to hangout after school, saying you have to study for the English test, which you will. But first, a peace offering, you were planning to buy him some kind of band shirt but there's no way you were gonna spend that much on him. Besides, he started it. This had all played out in your head, and you were trying to convince yourself that this was not your fault and that Rodrick started all of this. In the end and after much deliberation, you decided to buy him Red Bull from a convenience store because well, this was what you can afford.

Three firm knocks on the Heffley's residence door before Mrs. Heffley opened the door.

"Oh hello sweetie, may I help you?"

"Oh hello Mrs. Heffley, I'm Y/N. I'm one of Rodrick's classmates and also your new neighbor." You paused, not sure how to ask about Rodrick. "I was wondering if Rodrick is feeling any better?"

"Ahhh," she said inquisitively, as if she knows something? "Yes yes, the L/Ns, please come in."

You thanked her and stepped inside the Heffley residence. His younger brother, Greg, was in the living room playing video games and you waved at him as a form of greeting. You haven't been officially introduced but you were glad he waved back.

"So Rodrick is up in his room and would not come out since he got home a few hours ago," she paused before continuing. "Something about a stomach ache?"

"Rodrick's just mad because he embarassed himself in front of the whole school!" Greg shouted from the living room.

"Greg! That's not a nice thing to say!"

"But it's the truth, she was there," and Greg pointed at you. You tried to avoid their gazes and simply say, "It was an eventful day indeed, for everyone." You paused, for quite some time actually. "May I see Rodrick now?"

"Ah yes, go ahead upstairs."

"Thank you, Mrs. Heffley."

Rodrick's room was in the attic. You knocked a couple of times. The first few knocks, silence. The next few knocks, you heard him shout "Go away". You decided to not say anything because if he knew it was you, there was no chance in hell he would open the door. The next few knocks after that, you heard footsteps.

"Mom, I told you I'm not feeling-"

"Hi," you said timidly.

Rodrick slammed the door on your face. You rolled your eyes, this was not the first time he did that. You knocked again. Silence. You knocked a couple more times.

"What do you want?" He said from the other side of the door.

"I brought Red Bull."

"I don't want it." He said. You thought about what you were going to say next.

"Uhmm so have you studied for our English test this week?"

"What?"

"The English test. Have you studied yet?" By this time, the door creaked open, and Rodrick's head poked out.

"Is this a trick question?"

"No," you said firmly. How is this a trick question? Maybe you just lost his trust in every possible sense.

"Then, why did you ask me about a test when you have knowingly destroyed my life on purpose?!" He said as he swung the door open while walking up the stairs to his actual bedroom. Guessed this was your invitation to come in.

You closed the door behind you and walked up the few flight of stairs into his attic room. It was a typical guy's bedroom, messy and unorderly. You weren't sure where you were gonna sit down so you just stand there while he plopped himself on his bed, clothes everywhere.

"I'm sorry okay."

"Is this because of that time I slammed the door in your face?"

"Maybe."

"Wow!"

"I already said I'm sorry!" You were frustrated because you kept reminding yourself that he started this. Yes, it was a bit petty to embarass him in front of everyone at school because he had slammed the door in your face or that his band was being too loud on a Sunday morning, but majority of what happened was still his fault - or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was. It was his idea to sing in front of everyone with that voice. You sigh in defeat. You threw the Red Bull at him and it landed hard on his chest.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"You deserved it," you murmur under your breath but Rodrick heard you.

"Listen here, little Miss Perfect..." Rodrick stood up walking towards you but just as he was to finish his sentence, both of you heard the door knob twist and footsteps walking up the stairs.

"Wazzup kids, what're yall talking about?" Mrs. Heffley said in her best attempt to speak what she thought was teenage "lingo".

"Hello Mrs. Heffley, we were just...talking about..."

"Our English test!" Rodrick finished your sentence.

"Ohhhh" Mrs. Heffley was surprised Rodrick would engage in anything academic.

"Yes, I was handing Rodrick some of my notes"

"Oh that's right, you won first place at the spelling bee in your previous school, right?"

"Oh yes," how the hell did she know that?

"I ran into your parents the other day at the supermarket. You know, it would be very helpful if you can tutor Rodrick with his English."

You and Rodrick both looked at each other.

"Oh no, I can't. I'm not that qualified."

"Yeah Mom, she's not. The spelling bee she won was probably just a fluke anyway."

"Rodrick, that's not nice!"

"No worries, Mrs. Heffley. What I meant by not qualified is that no one is. Rodrick is untutorable," you said as you pointed a finger at Rodrick to which he flicked.

"Yeah well, at least I don't spend my entire life trying to be someone I'm not just so that people will like me!" Rodrick responded by pointing a finger at you.

"Yeah well, at least I had won something in my life."

"A spelling bee? Please!"

"At least, I didn't made a fool of myself in front of the entire school because I was too dumb to realize something."

At this point, the intensity of the gazes between you and Rodrick would burn a whole in the moon.

"Alright alright, Y/N, it would be such a huge help if you can tutor Rodrick," Mrs. Heffley started to appeal to you but you had made up your mind, that is until...

"I'll pay you $100 a week!"

"What?! Pay me $100 a week to study instead!" Rodrick exclaimed.

"Well?"

Your trip to the Heffley's was not something you had expected, and how that trip ended was also not something you had expected. Guess any form of interaction with Rodrick will surely surprise you.

Now that you'll be seeing him a few days a week to tutor him, maybe you can use this time to regain his trust? If only he can stop being annoying and full of himself, maybe you guys will have a chance at a real friendship - but then again, all this banter makes it much more interesting.

#rodrick x y/n #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley fluff #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid #I hate you more #loded diper

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Transfem buggy anon-

I was listening to music on YouTube, like broke birches do, ya know? And Heather On The Hill played and I was hit with three fold ideas.

Roger had an accent. Like. A very cliché piratey accent, one who few if any others have on One Piece that we know of. And Buggy and Shanks were raised by this man. The likelihood of them not picking up some sort of accent or specific pronunciation of a word or phrase seems impossible to me.

Shanks and Buggy with very very VERY slight accents. They get thicker when they get highly emotional, tired or drunk.

As children, Buggy's was a bit more noticeable bc she ran on a cocktail of Rage, Greed, and Stolen Coffee, so she was always keyed up to about 11.

As adults, Shanks is tipsy more often than not, so his twang is a little more notable but difficult to place due to his general demeanor and timbre.

When the two are together, the first hour or so is fairly normal. Then it's like a switch flips and they feed off of each other until it's a completely different accent, word choice and slang is being thrown without thought. It leaves the rest a bit confused but also so happy that their captains feel safe.

Shanks sing Heather on The Hill for Buggy. It was her favorite song when Roger sang them to sleep after nightmares, it was the song she learned her first dance to, it was the song he learned specifically to ask her to be his - it has meaning to them both and it's a comfort song. ((Yes, it plays at the wedding))

Buggy uses it as a lullaby or a self soothing song ad well. She'll sing to the animals in the evenings as she helps look after them, when she feels a bit down, as a comfort to her friends and crew, etc.

Crocodile and Mihawk are a little embarrassed by how much they love how her accent thickens a bit during and after the song. They'll never admit it.

Just... aaaaaaaaaa them having pieces of Roger with them even decades after his death, adoring them and each other and absolutely being in love because That Person Is Theirs and they're just... so grateful

AAAAAA ♡♡♡

Well, your asks are getting better every day. This is beautiful. I absolutely adore it. Shanks and Buggy both carry that piece of Roger with them and are so comfortable and safe with each other that their accents are most noticeable when they're together,,, Shanks singing for Buggy,,, The thought of these two dancing together for the first time when they were teens makes me blush and giggle and kick my feet because they're the cutest thing on earth. Shanks is head over heels for her and he just loves listening to Buggy talking because whenever they're together, her accent is more obvious, and it brings back memories for both of them. And Buggy doesn't like that Shanks is tipsy most of the time but when they get drunk and have fun together? Listening to this guy's voice makes her heart do backflips. Embarrassingly so. Sometimes, when they've had too much to drink, they're the only ones who can understand each other and it doesn't even matter because they're in their own bubble of happiness anyway. Not to mention Mihawk and Crocodile, they're... They won't say it out loud but sometimes they make Buggy angry just to hear her accent slip. Sometimes they watch her sing only because they like her voice. At first, they don't even know why they do it, but it makes them want to stop making her life a living hell for a while and let her enjoy this.

It's just beautiful to see them having traits their captain had. I imagine Shanks using the same expressions or gestures. Attacks, too, of course. And Buggy is always rolling her eyes like "You wanna be him soooo bad" but she actually is fond of that. While Buggy actually does the same thing and she often eats the same food Roger liked or wears the same jewelry and listens to the same songs. Honestly, I think this happens with Rayleigh too and these two end up getting some of his traits also. And it would be so cute to see them reunite and see Rayleigh realizing how much of them these two have.

ALSO THE SONG IS PERFECT FOR THEM I AM SOBBING-

#THIS IS SO DAMN CUTE #crying and sobbing and shaking and-#this little family is always making me emotional #one piece #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #gol d. roger #cross guild #shuggy

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silverisafukintrainwreck · 6 months

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i think this is already a decently-known thing in the fandom, but can we PLEASE talk about the Yo Girl motif?? you ever wondered why the first time you watched the musical and that part started, you got chills down your spine? trust me, it’s not just because of how creepily heather, ram and kurt were standing and how dead their voices sound.

the instrumental part in the beginning has been played before a few times. All in moments of tension. currently the only one i can remember is back right before Shine a Light Reprise, when veronica gets anxious and pissed and accidentally tells everyone she killed Heather and the jocks. Coincidentally, Chandler shows up at this moment. So the musical subconsciously implanted into your brain that the motif+the ghosts means tension.

So Yo Girl starts. The start of the song already gets you on high alert. Martha is shown in a hospital bed. The ghosts’ voices get more exasperated. Veronica is now truly a heather. Suddenly, she’s back home and, oh god, her parents are talking about her depression and thoughts of suicide? Because of JD forging her handwriting on a Moby Dick book?

so much information thrown in within mere seconds, all while the tempo goes up. And the ghosts’ voices grow yet again, announcing JD’s coming.

Cue the most iconic part of the song, with “Veronica’s running on, running on fumes now”, shortly followed by JD finally arriving and having the most amazing bridge to Meant to be Yours, with one song being immediately followed by the other. The first time i watched, i barely realized they were two different songs.

Yo Girl is one of my favorite songs and it will forever give me the chills at how good it is at conveying the emotion Veronica was feeling: nervousness and the feeling of incoming dread.

#heathers musical #heathers #god i LOVE the songs #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #kurt kelly #ram sweeney #jason dean #jd heathers #Z=47.txt

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pineapplepunchhh · 4 months

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Rockstar Rivals

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

summary: Rodrick finally managed to book a gig, but upon arriving he finds out it's been double booked, and then he meets the girl he has to share the stage with. Just some fluff with some enemies to lovers undertones.

NOT PROOFREAD!

Rodrick was pacing around in one of the rooms at the party he was going to be playing at with his band. ''Fuck fuck fuck!'' He exclaimed, mumbling and cursing to himself as he walked back and forth in the room his drumsticks tapping against his legs. ''How could this idot double book a gig at his own party!'' He flung his drumstick towards Bill who just managed to avoid it from hitting his eye. ''Dude, calm down okay go get a drink from the bar out front or something it will be fine!'' Bill tried calming Rodrick down to avoid any more possible accidents. ''Fine! It won't be fine, Bill! We can't even play our whole setlist now!'' Rodrick exclaimed grabbing the paper containing all the songs they wished to play from the couch and shoving it in Bill's face. ''Just pick your favorites okay, be happy we even get to play, you're not exactly the best at getting us gigs so please just calm down.'' Bill tried to reason with Rodrick who gave him a huff before he spoke, ''fine.. I'll go get a drink.'' Rodrick walked out of the room and slammed the door out of anger, he knew that Bill was right, this has been the first gig in a while since Heather's birthday, the thought of his embarassment at the party making a wave of cringe surge through his body, his crush on Heather was now looong gone.

He came to a halt at the bar that they brought in for the party, he took a seat next to a girl he hadn't seen before, she was playing with the straw in her drink, moving around the ice. ''You want anything?'' The guy behind the bar asked Rodrick who told him he just wanted a coke, the guy giving it to him not even a second later. He popped open the bottle and took a sip before his eyes wandered back to the girl who still hadn't taken a sip of her drink, he studied her features trying to place if he had seen her before. ''Hello?'' Rodrick hadn't realized the girl had caught him staring at her, she had a puzzled look on her face waiting for him to reply. ''U-Uhm hey!'' Rodrick greeted the girl his face flushing red with embarrassment, the girl looked him up and down with furrowed brows, ''why were you uhm, staring at me?'' She questioned him with a semi-arrogant tone, a little creeped out. ''Oh yeah sorry, I was just trying to place you, I don't think I've seen you around here before.'' He clarified, the girls demeanor lit up and she now had a smile on her face. ''Oh that makes sense! No I'm actually not from around here, but I'm close with the host!'' She stuck out a hand for Rodrick to shake which he did. ''My name is [name] by the way.'' She added, Rodrick then told her his and they kept talking for a while figuring out they were actually into the same music and liked the same bands. ''So what are you doing here then? You don't seem like the party type.'' Rodrick questioned her, completely forgetting about the whole 'having to share the gig' situation. ''Oh I'm playing with my band tonight!'' Rodricks smile dropped from his face, anger boiling up inside of him. ''Sorry, what?'' He asked, hoping and praying that he didn't just hear what he thought he did. ''Yeah me and my band are playing tonight, we have to cut it short though, some other bozo is playing too.'' She rolled her eyes talking about the 'bozo' not knowing he was sitting right next to her. ''I'M that bozo! and YOU are sharing the stage with ME!'' He jumped up from his seat going off at the girl who gave him a disinterested stare. ''Sure, bozo, you can stay delusional whilst me and my band rock this party.'' She got off from her seat and blew Rodrick a kiss and gave him a middlefinger before walking off to the stage at the other side of the room. Rodricks face was red with anger, but he didn't mind the kiss she blew him, wait no! She's now his rival, she's not some.. super hot chick who has the same interests as him and is practically perfect in his eyes, she fucked up his show! He could never like her.

A few minutes later the sound of a guitar was heard from the other side of the room catching Rodrick's attention, he walked over to the stage standing next to his bandmates who had come out of the prep room too, along with a guitarist, bassist and a drummer, the girl he had just been talking to stood in the middle of the stage with a microphone in her hands, Rodrick stood in the crowd with crossed arms and an irritated expression, when his friends asked what was up he dismissed them saying he didn't want to talk about it. After plugging some stuff in and getting all of the instruments ready, [name] began to speak into the microphone, her voice blaring through the speakers and ringing in Rodrick's ears. She made a, according to Rodrick, shitty announcement before signaling to the other members to start playing. The speakers almost seemed to explode due to the heavy rock music that the band was playing, Rodrick just stood in the crowd and rolled his eyes at the music swearing it 'wasn't all that' but that was before the girl in the middle of the stage began to sing, she stared him in the eyes and gave him a smirk before she started to sing, and even Rodrick in this situation couldn't deny that her voice was heavenly, she hit all the notes she needed to with almost no effort and Rodrick was almost mesmerized hearing all the words roll off her tongue, as sweet as honey. Noticing Rodricks shock [name] laughed to herself, happy that she caught him so off guard and being almost a hundred percent sure they were the best band of the night.

After a while it was Löded Diper's turn to play, and [name] was almost equally as shocked as Rodrick was at the bands talent, of course she laughed at the bands name because, I mean, it was slightly ridiculous but she could appreciate the raw talent they definitely possesed. At the end of their show Rodrick screamed out something about rock and diapers before he got off stage heading right for [name]. ''So, still think that your band is better than mine?'' Rodrick said, getting right into the girls face with a smirk. ''Yeah I do actually, but you aren't bad Rodrick.'' She reluctantly complemented him, fake gagging as she said it, they both laughed and Rodrick told her her band wasn't too bad either. ''You're a great singer, I like your voice, a lot actually.'' He whispered the last part, secretly not wanting her to hear it, but the girl smiled and she could feel heat rise to her cheeks, ''Thank you.. you're a great drummer! I wouldn't mind playing together with you sometime..'' She brushed her hand against Rodrick who quickly picked up on her flirtatious tone. ''Well I think i can make that happen, but I would need your number for that.'' Rodrick internally applauded himself at this sudden boost of confidence, but it was just so easy with her, she wasn't fake like Heather, she was pretty, down to earth truly pretty inside and out,cshe liked his favorite bands, she was nice, funny, cute and her attitude did something to him. Rodrick was snapped out of his thoughts by the girl handing him a note, he took at and saw the numbers she scribbled onto it, when he looked back up the girl was gone but at the bottom of the paper it read:

'Call me x'

Rodrick never drove his van faster than he did that night.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #devon bostick #doawk #doawk rodrick #doawk x reader #doawk fanfiction #diary of a wimpy kid fanfiction #rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n #rodrick heffley fanfiction #rodrick heffley imagine

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ifearzombies · 11 months

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Yet MORE Headcanons about life in the HoL

Previous post here with links to the other two: [x]

- On days that Levi’s depression is REALLY bad, you pull the futon into his room and you and Mammon keep him company.

- You have more contact with the Human Realm than you did your first year and call friends and relatives. Every call, without fail, is interrupted. Usually by Mammon.

- Asmodeus has been given clearance to have fun with your friends in bed. He does NOT, however, have clearance to have sex with relatives. Your single friends visit with Asmo a lot and the next morning you talk with them over the phone or at the table about how talented he is. He LOVES it.

- You have a weekly trip to Wail-mart for condoms and lube. They have a bag ready for you every Friday at this point. If you’re a fem!MC and forget one week, the next bag has a pregnancy test.

- You told Satan there’s a musical called ‘Cats’. You two now sing songs from the Broadway show and have gone to it several times. You don’t talk about the movie version. Satan has decided the movie doesn’t exist. His favorite cat is Rum Tum Tugger since he’s defiant to Munkustrap.

- You wanted to watch ‘Ratatouille’ with everyone. Barbatos was horrified the movie even exists and destroyed the disc in your hand. You tried to tell him and the more you tell him, the paler he gets. The movie gets put on the banned list. This also extended to ‘Secret of Nimh’ and ‘Flushed Away’.

- Between working out with Beel, pampering and fashion with Asmo, etiquette lessons with Barbatos and Lucifer, and Belphegor helping you sleep more peacefully you are healthier than you’ve ever been.

- You’ve learned a lot of magic and you and Solomon taught some of your friends. A few of them want to go to RAD for a few years. You’re working out details with Diavolo and the Celestial Realm, but Diavolo is ecstatic.

- You got Beel the 5lb gummy bears and worms. Also a few of the giant Hershey kisses. Beel hadn’t known there were snacks that big and he was so happy to find out. Though he struggled to eat the bear. It was pretty cute.

- As a gag gift you got Asmo one of those 55 gallon drums of lube. It backfired because he absolutely loved it and he took it to an orgy party with cubi later that week.

- You’ve just now sworn off singing any songs dealing with depression or dark topics. You sang ‘I was meant to be yours’ from Heathers and like with the ‘My R’ incident, house was in mass panic. Simeon was asked to counsel you again and he still was a bit confused but was glad you were OK. Solomon, however, laughed his ass off.

- You found out some of your older relatives were super uber religious and hated everyone but Simeon and Luke. And then you found out one was racist when they said something horrible about Simeon. Simeon had never heard the slur before, but once you explained the meaning, he cried. Satan nearly went to the Human Realm to teach them a lesson, but you reassured they weren’t worth it. They weren’t your family anymore. Everyone in the Devildom was. And you were cutting that relative out. You also cut the super religious ones after they insulted your demons.

- You watched ‘Shrek The Musical’ with Levi and Mammon. You’ve caught them both belting out songs from the soundtrack. You filmed both of them.

- You jammed out to ‘Like a Prayer’ and Simeon joined in. Asmo then said the song was about sex and Simeon nearly passed out. You explained that it’s actually about being so in love with God that the singer feels he’s an actual boyfriend/man in her life. You debated heavily on this while Simeon had a panic attack. It’s ‘Like a virgin’ that’s about sex.

- You bought Belphie one of those space globes that turn the room into outer space when the light goes out. He and Beel love it.

- You’ve discovered songs about the Devil promoting evil actually really hurt Diavolo’s feelings. Especially ‘When You’re Evil’. He caught you listening and he nearly cried and asked if you thought he was really like that. You had to reassure him that was not the case. Beel heard the song and was just confused why his name was confused with other people in there.

- A few relatives were concerned you decided to emigrate to actual literal Hell. Those whose opinions you ACTUALLY care about, you invited them with permission from Diavolo and Lucifer. By the end, your relatives loved your chosen family. Some of them send gifts to the Devildom just for them and each item sent is treated like a treasure by the recipient.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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From Hell to Home To Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chrissy frowned as she walked to class. She didn't mean to make Dustin feel so bad, but he shouldn't have left home like that. What if something had happened to him? She had told him she didn't want to lose another brother, but maybe that was too far. He just wanted to go look for his friend. Was she turning into her birth mother?

"No," Steve said.

When did she get to Nancy's locker? She blinked at Steve.

"What?"

"No, you are not turning into your mother," Steve said. "I know that look. What happened?"

"I got into a fight with my brother last night for sneaking out," Chrissy said.

"Oh, I thought you and your mom knew he was at my house," Nancy said. "I have no idea what they were doing in the basement."

"Planning to look for Will probably," Chrissy said. "I told him I didn't want to lose another brother and he looked so guilty."

"He knows you love him, and that's something your mother would never say. Think Wilbur," Steve said and touched Chrissy's nose.

"You know about Wilbur?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, of course," Steve said. "I think it's cute."

"Me too," Nancy said, looking at him fondly.

Chrissy smiled at the pair of them. They were so cute. Meanwhile, Barb was rolling her eyes. Chrissy nudged her, and she grinned. She leaned next to Barb and raised her eyebrow questioningly. Barb shook her head. She wasn't ready to talk. Chrissy bumped her shoulder playfully, and Barb smiled. She let her eyes drift for a moment as Steve and Nancy did their little dance. Chrissy's eyes landed on a locker all the way across the hall. Leaning against the locker was a long-legged girl in a corduroy baseball cap, talking to none other than Eddie Munson. Eddie. Chrissy bit her lip. She hadn't talked to him since the Talent Show. It wasn't that she didn't want to. It was just that life kind of got in the way, and she spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to figure out her new life under a new roof with a new name and family. Before she knew it, time got away from her.

Now, here she was, and suddenly, the memory of that night came flooding back. He was still as cute as she remembered, cuter even. His hair was longer and very curly. He wore a vest now with pins and patches that look put on by himself. His shirt was a faded Led Zeppelin shirt. The same white one that she had. Chrissy was kind of surprised that it wasn't a heavy metal band like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, or Judas Priest. She vaguely recalled him playing some Black Sabbath at the Talent Show. It was the only time she listened to heavy metal. She supposed he could also like rock music too. Chrissy herself didn't have a particular taste in music, mostly listening to what sounded good to her ears at the time. It generally depended on her mood. She smiled at the shirt, wondering what else they had in common and what else they didn't. A familiar feeling tugged at her stomach. Uh oh.

Chrissy sighed. She recognized that feeling. It was the same feeling she got when she first started crushing on Heather. They hadn't dated long but long enough to know that Chrissy definitely also liked women. Luckily, they ended on good terms. She should really stop watching him before he noticed, but she was mesmerized by the gesturing of his hands and the grin on his face. Oh my God, he has dimples. Suddenly, she felt someone push her.

"Why are you staring at Eddie Munson?" Barb asked and then said with a teasing grin, "It's rude to stare, you know."

"I wasn't!" Chrissy exclaimed, blushing.

"Oh my god! Are you crushing on him?" Barb asked.

Just then, the bell rang, and Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, look, saved by the bell," Chrissy grinned gratefully.

"Oh, by the way, we've been invited to a party at Steve's house," Barb said.

"But it's a Tuesday," Chrissy said in confusion as they walked to class.

"That's what Nancy said. Apparently, it's going to be low-key," Barb muttered. "Whatever that means."

"It means just us, Steve, Tommy, and Carol," Chrissy said. "His parties are always low-key."

"So, he doesn't throw ragers?" She asked.

"He goes to ragers. He doesn't throw them," Chrissy replied.

"Seriously?" Barb asked and rolled her eyes.

"It's going to be fun even if Tommy and Carol are going to be there," Chrissy said.

"It'd be better without Steve too," Barb muttered.

"Barb!"

"Oh, God, look," Carol said.

Jonathan was putting up missing posters of Will.

"Oh God, that's depressing," Steve said.

"Poor Jonathan," Chrissy agreed with Steve.

"Should we say something?" Nancy asked.

"I don't think he speaks," Carol said, and Chrissy glared at her.

"How much do you want to bet he killed him?" Tommy laughed.

"Shut up," Steve and Chrissy said as Nancy walked away.

"Steve, why the fuck are you still friends with these assholes?" Chrissy asked.

"Because he'd have no one else," Carol laughed.

Chrissy could tell by the look on Steve’s face that this wasn't the first time that they said something like this. Steve tried to laugh it off, but even Barb could tell it bothered him.

"He's got Chrissy," Barb scowled.

"Oooh," Tommy said and laughed with Carol.

Somehow, Chrissy managed to get through the day even though Will entered her thoughts every so often, and even Eddie filtered in there. She made sure the kids made it to Mike's before biking over to Benny's to make up for missing yesterday. However, when she got there, police cars were out in front. She dropped her bike. Chrissy was quick and managed to dodge the cops' arms as they made to grab her. She burst into the diner and gasped at the sight of Benny lying dead at a table with a gun in his hand as though he had killed himself.

"Benny!"

Suddenly, Hopper was standing in front of her, blocking her view.

"Kid, you shouldn't be seeing this," Hopper said gently.

"He didn't kill himself!" Chrissy sobbed. "He couldn't have. He was supposed to go out with my mom this weekend. He wouldn't do that!"

"He finally asked out Claudia?" Hopper asked.

"Yes! Oh God, mom. What am I supposed to tell her?" Chrissy cried. "He's not - He's not dead."

Hopper pulled Chrissy against him and let her cry in his arms.

"Hey, you guys handle this for a moment. I'm going to take her home," Hopper said.

Her mom had been just as much of a mess as Chrissy had been when Hopper told her the news. He stayed for as long as he could, but eventually, he had to go back to the diner. Mother and daughter both cried until they fell asleep curled up on the couch. They didn't wake up until there came a knocking on the door. That's when Chrissy remembered the party. Fuck.

"Oh, I just remembered. I forgot to call and tell Barb. She's supposed to pick me up for the assembly," Chrissy said.

"Oh, go, Honey," Claudia said.

"Are you sure, mom?" Chrissy asked.

"You need to be with friends. Besides, I need to call Sue," Claudia said. "And I have Mews with me. I'll be okay."

Chrissy looked at her doubtfully for a moment before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Her blue sweater clung to her nicely, going great with her blue jeans. She shook her hair out of its ponytail and shrugged on her white denim vest as she walked out the door.

"Are you okay?" Barb asked as she slid into the car.

"Yeah," Chrissy said and looked at how excited Nancy looked. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Barb asked.

"Yeah, just a shitty day at work," Chrissy said.

"Rude customers?" Nancy asked.

"Something like that," Chrissy replied. "Robin didn't want to come?"

"Of course, Robin didn't want to come," Nancy said. "She's too good for parties."

Chrissy couldn't help but snort at that. As much as Robin and Nancy fight, like sisters sometimes do, she also knows that they really love each other. She was surprised that Robin didn't come along to make sure Nancy stayed out of trouble with claims of invading Nancy's privacy. It was amusing to watch Nancy force Barb to pull over three blocks away from Steve's house, too afraid of what the neighbors might think.

"This is so stupid," Barb said. "I'm just going to drop you off."

"Calm down, Barb," Nancy said. "Come on, you promised that you'd go. You're coming. We're going to have a great time, aren't we, Chrissy?"

"Absolutely," Chrissy said, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"He just wants to get into your pants," Barb said and Chrissy sighed.

"No, he doesn't," Nancy said.

"Nance seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren't home. Come on, you are not this stupid," Barb said.

"Barb! I've told you that Steve isn't like that. He really likes Nancy," Chrissy frowned.

"Tommy and H. and Carol are going to be there," Nancy said.

"Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade," Barb said. "It'll probably just be, like a big orgy."

"Okay, I don't even like Tommy and Carol but even I know that's a stupid untrue rumor," Chrissy said. "Seriously, Barb, I did not take you for a gossip. It sounds like someone's turning into their mother!"

"I am not! You take that back!" Barb exclaimed and Chrissy laughed.

"Look, Nancy's a big girl and she's smart too. She's going to do whatever she wants tonight and it's going to be her choice because Steve respects that," Chrissy said. "I love you, Barb, but you need to chill the fuck out. I need to have fun tonight and so does Nancy. You need to let your hair down, just a little bit but you don't have to do anything you don't want too either. We're all making our own choices tonight because tomorrow we could be dead."

"Thank you, Chrissy," Nancy said as she changed her sweater. "Although, the last part was a little morbid, Chris."

"Is that a new bra?" Barb asked.

"No," Nancy said, lying.

"Nance, you left the tag on!" Chrissy laughed and pulled it off.

"Oops."

When Steve opened the door, "Raise a Little Hell" by Trooper was playing in the background.

"Hello, ladies," Steve grinned.

"Hey, Steve," Chrissy said, actually ready to forget about the day she had. It's not like it could get any worse, could it?

Chrissy chugged the beer until it was completely gone and let out a loud burp. Carol and Barb looked at her in disgust while Tommy laughed with Steve.

"Oh, that's ladylike," Carol scoffed.

"I never said I was a lady," Chrissy said flipping her off. "You're further from being a lady than I am, Perkins."

Chrissy collapsed in the empty lawn chair with a grin. Not even Carol could get to her in this moment. She watched in amusement as Steve stabbed a hole in the beer with a knife and drank from it. He was clearly trying to impress Nancy. Chrissy couldn't help but giggle as Nancy pulled it off. Then Nancy tried to get Barb to do it. Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Nothing she doesn't want to do, remember, Nance?" Chrissy asked.

"Right, of course," Nancy said.

"But you do need to stop pouting," Chrissy giggled and kissed Barb's cheek.

Right, beer makes her cross some boundaries. She looked apologetically at Barb who just shrugged and laughed it off.

"Didn't know you were a lesbian, Cunningham," Tommy cackled. "But that makes sense."

"It's Henderson, asshole, and I'm not a lesbian but thank you for thinking that I am one," Chrissy laughed as she pictured holding his head under water.

"I can do it," Barb said suddenly. "Give me the knife and the beer."

"Are you sure, Barb?" Chrissy asked with a frown.

With a look of determined look, Barb attempted to cut a hole in the can but instead, ended up cutting her hand open. She quickly rushed off to the bathroom, letting Chrissy know that she could find it by herself. She frowned as Barb walked away but her attention was pulled away when Tommy tossed Carol in the pool before Steve did the same with Nancy.

"Fuck it," Chrissy said before stripping down to her bra and panties.

Tommy, Steve, and Carol all wolf whistled as Chrissy dove into the water. In that moment, Chrissy was free of what happened today, and nothing could get to her. Although, she ended up getting out of the pool early when Carol kept giving her "fuck me" eyes. Yeah, she hated Carol too much to do that. . .as attractive as she found her. She dried her underwear as much as she could in Steve's bathroom before getting dressed and going to search for Barb. She found Nancy standing on the stairs looking down at Barb.

"Where are you going?" Barb asked Nancy.

"Nowhere. Just upstairs to change. I fell into the pool," Nancy grinned. "Why don't you just go ahead and go home? I'll get a ride or something."

"Nance - ," Barb started to say.

"I'm fine," she replied.

"This isn't you," Barb said.

"I'm fine. Just go ahead and go home. Take Chrissy," Nancy said.

Barb stormed out of the house. Chrissy grabbed Nancy's arm.

"You're going to be safe, right?" She asked. "Do you need anything?"

"I'm not - ," Nancy started to say, and Chrissy gave her a look. "I'm on birth control. You're not going to stop me?"

"Why would I? Is this something you really want to do?" Chrissy asked. "Do you like Steve?"

"Yes," Nancy said.

"Well, I already know what you're like when you make up your mind," Chrissy said. "I expect all the juicy details. Have fun. Oh, by the way. . .Steve is a heavy sleeper, so if he falls asleep after, you're going to have to slap the shit out of him to wake him up. If that doesn't work, yank very hard on his hair."

"Noted," Nancy giggled.

Chrissy wandered outside to find Barb sitting out by the pool. She was sitting on the diving board. Her feet and wrapped up hand were dangling over the water. Chrissy's heart went out to her because she looked so sad and she didn't know why. She walked over and stood by the diving board.

"Do you want to leave?" Chrissy asked.

"I want to wait," Barb said softly.

"You know what she's doing up there," Chrissy said softly.

"Making the biggest mistake of her life," Barb said. "Nancy wouldn't do this. They haven't known each other long, and suddenly, she wants to jump into bed with him like she's got something to prove."

"That's your version of her, Barb," Chrissy said. "Did you ever think that maybe she really likes Steve?"

"It's always been us against the world even when you became our friend, nothing changed, but then she started to look at Steve and I just - ," Barb cut herself off.

"What?" Chrissy asked.

"Why can't she look at me like that?" Barb asked.

"Oh, Barb," Chrissy said softly.

"She never showed an interest in boys, not really, and I thought maybe she was like me too," Barb said.

"Well, you know, just because she likes boy doesn't mean that it can't change, and it doesn't mean that you're not alone," Chrissy paused. "I never had a boyfriend before, but I do like boys. However, that doesn't mean I never had a relationship."

"You had a girlfriend?" Barb asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, can't tell you who it was because it would mean outing her, and that would be a no-no," Chrissy said.

"Do you think Nancy might be like you?" Barb asked.

"I don't know, but it's not up to us to talk to her. Right now, everything she's experiencing needs to be her decision. She needs to explore her sexuality herself, and she doesn't need us telling her who we think she is," Chrissy said.

"What am I supposed to do?" Barb asked. "It's not like I want to hate Steve or feel like this - "

"You're just jealous. We need to support her, and in the meantime, we can hang out, so you rant and rage all you want to me until you find yourself getting a little better each day," Chrissy said.

"How do you know how to deal with this?" Barb asked.

"A lot of therapy after I got adopted and then when I was hanging out with. . .my ex, I started to realize that I like women, and I kind of freaked out. My ex had this this older cousin who walked in on us, and we both freaked out, but she sat down to talk to both of us. She really helped, and if you ever want to talk to her, I still have her number," Chrissy said. "She's a huge ally."

Barb stared thoughtfully into the water for a while, and Chrissy was pleased that she looked a little less sad.

"Thanks for being my friend, Chrissy," Barb said.

"Always," Chrissy said.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and she looked up. Chrissy opened her mouth to scream, and then she was pushed into the water with Barb, being dragged down with her as the bottom of the pool opened up. It was strange, she thought. Before she fell into the water, did she hear Argyle scream her name?

Chapter Three

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October 13th, 1996

Dear diary,

Mrs. Benson’s hip is acting up again so most of my - admittedly already limited - free time has been going to helping her out with chores and groceries. I really don’t mind - Mrs. Benson is sweet and always has a fun story to tell - but the timing is kind of a bummer.

Mike asked me over to allow me to practice guitar together - apparently the guitar in their den is a new one Will got him for his birthday a few years back, but he still has the old one he learned to play on lying around upstairs. So after class on Wednesday, he suggested learning a song together. Of course, I jumped on the opportunity to get to practice more, but as I’ve basically spent all weekend at Mrs. Benson’s, I haven’t gotten a chance to set a date yet. Mom tried to convince me that she could bring over the extra meals herself, but I genuinely do enjoy helping her out, and I’m the only one who knows how to get her to admit she needs more help.

Last time, mom went to deliver her meals three days in a row because I had extra cheer practice, and it’s only when I finally went over again that I could convince her to admit she’d been needing some more lemon drops for her throat. I mean, I know it’s not life-threatening but still. I worry less when I go myself. Besides, I like the walk, even if it’s just down the street. It’s peaceful.

Tuesday evening, I’m babysitting again, so I’ll hopefully get the chance to practice as I usually do, but it would have been great if I’d have an idea as to what song we’re learning at least, so I can get a head start. I kind of want to learn Champagne Supernova because it’s my favorite song at the moment, but I don’t know if Mike likes that kind of music - I mean, he didn’t even recognise the Pixies!

Will at least knows how to appreciate music - he’s been playing the tape I copied on loop in class all week! I’ll probably just go ask Mike after class tomorrow what song we're doing.

Whitney’s already been bugging us about Halloween as well, trying to coordinate outfits for Melissa’s yearly Halloween party. I still think it would be cool to go dressed as the Hocus Pocus witches - at least it’s still somewhat tied to Halloween! - but Dylan and Whitney really want to go as Clueless. I suggested Heathers instead but they thought it was boring. I mean I don’t disagree - I’m not particularly fond of Heathers either, but it’s slightly more interesting and bloody than Clueless. Also, how do you even dress up as clueless??? I’m clueless about THAT.

Anyway, there’s plenty of time still. Maybe I’ll ask Will for advice, though I doubt he’d know as the party were boys and there were four of them.

Maybe I can wriggle out of this years triple costume if I tell them I want to do a couple’s costume with Daniel. Then we could do Bonnie and Clyde or something. Not the most creative but still fun. I don’t want to just ditch them… but with everything going on I haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with Daniel outside of school, so I genuinely do want to spend Halloween with him. I know the girls will understand that at least :)

I did see him once when I went to grab food from the diner - Mrs. Benson was craving their fries - and it was definitely the highlight of my weekend - or at least a close second to finally beating Mrs. Benson at blackyack :P There’s just something about seeing him - and the way his eyes light up when he sees me - that makes my heart settle. I seriously can’t describe it, but it’s like a jolt of electricity that recharges me for the rest of the day.

If they are so set on Clueless maybe I can get Daniel dressed as the stepbrother - I don’t remember his name but you know the one. (Seriously why am I the only one who finds that movie weird?)

Everything’s getting a big hectic at the moment but basically, current to-do list:

Talk to Mike about a song choice - preferably tomorrow after class so I can -

Practice the song before meeting up with Mike.

Set up a date to go over to Mike and Will’s.

Maybe wriggle in another dinner invite for mom as well.

Research more costume ideas. Ask people for advice - Will, Mike, Daniel, etc

Finish paper on The Crucible.

Ace Biology test.

Find some time to spend with Daniel

Pray this list doesn’t get longer.

Love, Holly

#holly wheeler #the third wheeler #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler #fanfic #st

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Tall Tales

Masterlist

(A/N: So since this episode likes to flashback and through different point of views as they explain what happened to Bobby, here's what I'm gonna do. The bold paragraphs are gonna be in Dean's point of view. The italics paragraph are gonna be in (y/n)'s point of view. The bold italics paragraph are gonna be Sam's point of view. I forgot how crazy this episode is until I watched it the other day and this was the best way of writing it I could think of. Anyway, that is all and I hope you guys enjoy!)

Sam and I were sitting on the couch, looking through books, when he rubs his face tiredly. Dean was sitting up on the bed behind us, listening to the radio and eating from a disposable plate. "Dude. You mind not eating those on MY bed?" Sam asked, annoyed. "No, I don't mind." Dean said as he continues to eat.

"How's research going?" He asked us and I sighed in annoyance. "You know how it's going? Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If (y/n) and I had our computers." Sam shouted at him and Dean nods, sarcastically.

"Can you turn that down please?" I asked him, gesturing towards the radio. "Yeah, absolutely." Dean said and he turns the music up louder and I sit still, annoyed again. "You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while." I said to him and he shuts off the radio and looks up, snappish. "Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell." He said as he glares at me. "Dean, I told you, I have nothing to do wi—" I started to explain when I was cut off by a loud knock on the door.

Sam stands and goes to the door; he looks through the peephole and then back at us, then opens the door. "Hey, Bobby." Sam said as Bobby comes through the door. "Boys. (Y/n)." He greets and Dean and I approach him. "Hey, Bobby." We greet.

"It's good to see you again so soon." Bobby said. "Yeah, uh, thanks for coming. Come on in." Sam said as Dean shakes Bobby's hand, firmly. "Thank God you're here." Dean said. "So um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?" Bobby asked. "It's this job we're working. We— We weren't sure you'd believe us." I said and Bobby scoffs. "Well, I can believe a lot." He said.

"Yeah, no, no, it's just, we've never seen anything like it—" Sam said as I shake my head. "Not even close." Dean said. "And we thought we could use some fresh eyes." I said and Bobby looks between us. "Well, why don't you begin at the beginning?" He asked.

"Yeah, um, all right." Sam said and he gestures to the bed. Bobby picks up the empty takeout tray and peers at it, sets it aside, and sits down. "So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth story window, only there's a campus legend that the building's haunted. So we pretexted as reporters from the local paper." Sam begins to explain.

Sam and (y/n) were sitting at a table with a stocky jock boy, Curtis, and an attractive girl, Jen. Sam sets a voice recorder down on the table before they began the interview. "Yeah, we both had the professor for Ethics and Morality." Curtis said.

"Yeah? So why do you think he did it?" (Y/n) asked them. "Who knows? I mean, he was tenured, wife and kids. His book is like a really big deal. Then again..." Jen said then she leans in conspiratorially. "Who's to say it was suicide?" She asked, making her friend scoff. "Jen, come on." said Curtis.

"Well, what else could it be?" Sam asked, feigning surprise. "Well, you guys know about Crawford Hall?" Jen asked Sam and (y/n). "No, we don't, actually." (Y/n) replied. "It's a bunch of crap, it's a total urban legend." Curtis said. "Yeah well, Heather's mom went to school here, and she knew the girl?" Jen said and Sam and (y/n) look between the kids.

"Wait, what girl?" (Y/n) asked. "Thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off, she jumped out the window and killed herself." Jen replied. "You know her name?" Sam asked. "No. But they say she jumped from room six-six-nine. Get it? You turn the nine upside down?" Jen said, snickering, and Sam and (y/n) nod while Curtis laughs.

"So now she haunts the building. And anyone who sees her? They don't live to tell the tale." Jen explains. "Well if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?" Curtis asked. "Curtis! Shut up!" Jen yells.

"You know what, uh – Thanks a lot guys. Excuse us." Sam said and he nods at (y/n) and they get up.

Elsewhere in the bar, Dean picks up one of the three shot glasses, filled with dark bluish-purple liquid, then slams all three in succession. Sam and (y/n) approaches. "Dean. Dean, what are you drinking?" Sam asked as Dean burps. "I don't know, man, I think they're called purple nurples?" Dean replied, chuckling.

"Okay, well listen. Sam and I were thinking maybe we should go check out the professor's office." (Y/n) said to him. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no I can't right now, I've got some feisty little wildcat on the hook, I'm about to – zzzzp – reel her in. I'll introduce you guys." Dean said and a heavily made up blonde girl, sloppily drunk and wearing fishnet stockings and a tight miniskirt, walks up behind him.

"Dean—" Sam and (y/n) said, exasperated. "Starla! Starla, hey. These are my shuttle co-pilots Major Tom and Major Val. Major Tom and Val, Starla." Dean introduced as Starla draps an arm around Dean "Enchanté." She said, smiling. "Hi." Sam and (y/n) greet, unsure.

Starla begins to gag, cover her mouth, then looks up grinning. Sam and (y/n) look really skeptical and dubious at her. "Sorry. Just trying to keep my liquor down!" She said, laughing. "Yeah! Good job." Dean said to hef then he turns to Sam, confidentially. "Hey. Good news. She's got a sister." He said and he leans back into Starla's arm again, both of them grinning suggestively.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute." Dean said. "What?" Sam asked. "Come on, dude, that's not how it happened." Dean said to him. "No? So you never drank a purple nurple?" I asked him. "Yeah, maybe that, but I don't say things like feisty little wildcat. And her name wasn't Starla." Dean said, offended.

"Then what was it?" Sam asked him and Dean sits there and thinks. "I don't know." He said then he turns to Bobby. "But she was a classy chick. She was a grad student, anthropology and folklore. We were talking about local ghost stories." He said as Bobby listens.

The girl, now wearing black heels and a sleek black cocktail dress, and Dean each hold a purple nurple and toast with them. "Here's to..." the girl said until Dean finishes it. "Here's to us." He said and they toast. "My God, you are attractive." The girl compliments.

"Thanks. But no time for that now. You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please. Lives are at stake." Dean said to her. "Sorry, I just...can't even concentrate. It's like staring...into the sun." She said then she reaches up and pulls his head towards her for a slow kiss.

Sam approaches behind them with an extremely dubious expression and his jacket slung over his shoulder. "Dean! What do you think you're doing?" He asked in an exaggerated prissy tone and Dean breaks away from the kiss to turn to his brother.

"Sam, please. If you wouldn't mind, give me five minutes here." He said in a very smooth and casual voice. "Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for any of your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah Blah!" Sam said and Dean leans into kiss the girl again as Sam continues blabidiblahing behind him.

"Right! And that's how it really happened." Sam said, sarcastically, as Dean shrugs. "I don't sound like that, Dean!" Sam shouts. "That's what you sound like to me." Dean said and I scoff. "And where was I, smart guy?" I asked him. "Probably hooking up with a guy at the bar." Dean said, shrugging, and my jaw drops slightly. "Oh, is that what you think of me?!" I asked, angrily.

"Okay. What's going on with you three?" Bobby asked us. "Nothing. No— it's nothing." Sam replied, quickly. "No, come on. You're bickering like an old married couple but with three people." Bobby said as Dean gets up and crosses over to the kitchenette. "No, see married couples can get divorced. Me and these two, we're like, uh, Siamese triplets." Dean said.

"It's conjoined triplets!" I shouted af him, annoyed. "See what I mean?" Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "Look, it, we've just been on the road for too long. Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it." Sam said to Bobby after he let's out a sigh. "Okay." Bobby said, still concerned but continues to listen.

"So anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime." I explained.

The Janitor lets Sam, (y/n) and Dean, now posing as electricians, into the professor's office. "So, how long've you been working here?" Sam asked. "I've been mopping this floor for six years." the janitor replied as he turns on a light as the four walk into the professor's office. "There you go, guys." He said and hd sees Sam's EMF reader.

"What the heck's that for?" He asked. "Just find a wire in the walls." Sam said. "Huh. Wow. Not sure why you're wiring up this office. Not gonna do the professor much good." said the Janitor. "Why's that?" Dean asked. "He's dead." The janitor said, bluntly.

"Oh. What happened?" (Y/n) asked. "He went out that window. Right there." the janitor said as he points at the window behind the desk. "Yeah? Were you working that night?" Sam asked. "I'm the one who found him." said the janitor.

"You see it happen?" (Y/n) asked as Dean sees a bowl of nuts on the side table and eats one. "Nope. I just saw him come up here, and uh...well." the janitor said as he grimaced. "What?" Sam asked. "He wasn't alone." The janitor said as Dean comes up next to (y/n), his cheeks stuffed with nuts and he was holding the bowl.

"Who was he with?" Dean asked, muffled.

"Come on! I ate one, maybe two!" Dean yells at me and I roll my eyes again. "Just let me tell it, okay?" I said and Dean scoffs at me.

"He was with a young lady. I told the cops about her, but uh, I guess they never found her." The janitor said. "You saw this girl go in, huh? But did you ever see her come out?" Sam asked him. "Now that you mention it, no." The janitor said, slightly shocked. "You ever see her before, around?" (Y/n) asked. "Well, not her." he said.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, his mouth still full of nuts, and Sam and (y/n) glare at him. "I don't mean to cast aspersions on a dead guy, but uh...Mister Morality here? He brought a lot of girls up here. Got more ass than a toilet seat." The janitor said and Dean, laughs delightedly, while Sam glares and (y/n) runs her hands over her eyes and the Janitor grins.

"One more thing. This building, it only has four stories, right?" Sam asked. "Yeah." replied the Janitor. "So there wouldn't be a room six-six-nine?" Sam asked him. "'Course not. Why do you ask?" The janitor asked. "Aw, just curious. Thanks." Sam said as Dean chews with his mouth open, stuffed full of nuts.

The trio return to the hotel and Sam and (y/n) sit at the table; Dean gets a beer out of the fridge for each of them. "Well, no traces of EMF, that's for sure." Sam said, disappointed. "And the room six-six-nine's a load of crap." Dean said. "So what do you think? The professor's just a jumper? A legend's just a legend?" (Y/n) asked. "I don't know. I mean, the uh, girl the janitor described, that's pretty weird." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam and (y/n) said, in unison.

"We oughta check out the history of the building. See if any co-ed ganked herself there." Dean said as he heads to the bathroom. "Yeah, you're right." I said as Sam opens up his laptop, then stares at the screen, confused. "Dude. Were you on my computer?" He asked and Dean comes back out of the bathroom, confused.

"No." Dean said. "Oh really? 'Cause it's frozen now. On uh, Bustyasianbeauties.com." Sam said. Dean thinks for a moment, frowns, winces, and retreats. "Dean! Would you – just – don't touch my stuff anymore, okay?" Sam shouts at him. "Why don't you control your O.C.D.?" Dean calls out to him.

"But did you dig up anything about the building? Or on the suicidal co-ed?" Bobby asked us. "No. History's clean." Sam said. "Then it's not a haunting." Bobby said. "Maybe not. Tell you the truth, we're not really sure." I said to him.

"What do you mean, you're not sure?" Bobby asked. "Well...it's weird." Sam said. "What's weird?" Bobby asked. "This next part, we uh, we didn't see it happen ourselves exactly, but it's pretty friggin weird. Even for us." Dean said.

Curtis walks alone through the campus when he hears a noise. He turns, startled, then keeps walking, laughing at himself when he hears another noise and stops, looking straight up. He walks more carefully, hands in pockets.

Suddenly a bright light whooshes on overhead and he cringes, arms over his head. He starts running, but trips and falls; a bright beam of light shoots down and grabs him like a tractor beam, pulling him up. He screams and flails.

"Aliens?" Bobby asked, confused. "Yeah." Dean said as we give Bobby the I told you so look. "Look, even if they are real, they're sure as hell not coming to earth and swiping people." Bobby said to us. "Hey, believe me. We know." I said.

"My whole life I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction. It's all just cranks and pranks." Bobby said. "Yeah, that's what we thought. But...we figured we'd at least talk to the guy." Sam said.

Dean and (y/n) were seated next to Curtis, who has three full shot glasses lined up in front of him. Sam is standing nearby as Curtis takes a shot. "Hey, you ought to give those purple nurples a shot." Dean said and (y/n) punches his arm, making him shut up.

"So, what happened, Curtis?" (Y/n) asked him. "You won't believe me. Nobody does." Curtis said, upset. "Give us a chance." Sam said and Curtis looks down and sighs. "I do not want this in the papers." He said to us. "Off the record, then." Dean said and Curtis nods.

"I, uh...I blacked out, and...I lost time, and when I woke up, I don't know where I was." Curtis said and he explains how he was on a medical table, bright lights shining on him then seeing the face of an alien appearing above him.

"Then what?" Sam asked as he sits down. "They did tests on me. And, uh..." Curtis stammers then takes another shot. "They, uh...They probed me." He said and Sam turns his face away, struggling not to laugh, while (y/n) raises an eyebrow at him.

"They probed you?" Dean asked Curtis. "Yeah, they probed me. Again and a— Again and – And again." Curtis said then he takes another shot. "And again and again and again... And then one more time." He said.

"Yikes." Dean mutters. "And that's not even the worst of it." Curtis said. "How could it get any worse? Some alien made you his bitch." (Y/n) said and her and Dean smirk until Curtis glares at them.

"They...They made me...Slow dance!" Curtis exclaims and the trio exchange confused but shock looks.

"You guys are exaggerating again, huh?" Bobby asked us. "No no." I said, shaking my head. "Then this frat boy's just nuts." Bobby said. "We're not so sure." Dean said.

The trio stand over a large, perfectly round scorch mark in the ground. "I'm telling you, Dean, This was made by some kind of jet engine." Sam said. "You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?" Dean asked him. "What else could it be?" (y/n) asked as the three look at the mark and try to think.

"What the hell?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam and (y/n) said. "Seriously, guys– What the hell?" Dean asked, confused. "I don't know." Sam said, shrugging. "I mean, first the haunting. Now this? The timing alone – There's got to be some kind of connection." (Y/n) said, as she thinks. "You mean between the angry spirit and the sexed-Up E.T.? What could the connection possibly be?" Dean asked.

"But what could we do? So we just kept on digging." Dean said to Bobby and he continues with the story.

"So, you and this guy, Curtis – You were in the same house?" (Y/n) asked this other kid after the three meet up with him. "Yeah." The kid said. "You heard what happened to him, right?" Dean asked. "Yeah, he says it was aliens, but, you know, whatever." the kid said.

"Look, man, I – I know this all has to be so hard." Sam said in an exaggerated concern. "Um, not so much." the kid said. "But I want you to know...I'm here for you. You brave little soldier. I acknowledge your pain. Come here." Sam said and he grabs the kid in a hug. "You're too precious for this world." He said, softly.

"I never said that!" Sam shouts at Dean. "You're always saying pansy stuff like that." Dean said and I shake my head.

"Well, um...Yeah, uh, thanks." The kid said and Sam releases him. "Thanks for the hug, but, uh, I'm okay. Really. To tell you the truth, whatever happened to Curtis, he had it coming." The kid said.

"Why is that?" Dean asked him. "He's our pledge master. Put us through hell this semester, and got off on it. So now he knows how we feel." The kid replied and Sam keeps giving a worried and concerned look at the kid. "It's okay." Dean said.

"Still doesn't make a lick of sense. But, hey, at least there's one connection." Dean said as the three return to the hotel. "Between what?" (Y/n) asked. "The victims. The professor and the frat guy – They're both dicks." Dean replied.

"That's a connection?" Sam asked. "You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it." Dean said as (y/n) looks in her bag. "Where's my laptop?" She asked. "I don't know." Dean said as (y/n) continues to search, getting more frustrated.

"Think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl. A pledge master gets hazed." Dean said. "I left it in here." (Y/n) said as she continues to look for her laptop, Sam helps her. "You obviously didn't. I mean, these punishments—they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still–" Dean said and (y/n) approaches Dean.

"Okay, hilarious. Ha ha. Where'd you hide it?" She asked, annoyed. "What, your computer?" Dean asked. "Yeah, where'd you hide it?" She asked. "Why would I take your computer?" Dean asked her.

"Because no one else could have, Dean! We keep the door locked. We never let any maids in." (Y/n) yells. "Looks like you lost it, Poindexter." Dean mutters.

"Dude, you know something? We put up with a lot from you." Sam yells. "What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around." Dean said. "Yeah? Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge." (Y/n) yells.

"What's wrong with my food?" Dean asked. "It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism. All we ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with mine and (y/n)'s stuff!" Sam yells and Dean just stares at him. "You done?" Dean asked.

"You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?" (Y/n) asked him and Dean glares at her. "It'd be the last thing you ever did." He said in a low voice.

"Did you take her computer?" Bobby asked Dean. "Serves her right, but, no." Dean said. "Well, I didn't lose it. 'Cause I don't lose things." I said to him, angrily. "Oh, that's right, yeah, 'cause she's Lil' Miss Perfect." Dean said and I scoff. "And I didn't take it either. In fact, my laptop is missing as well." Sam said.

"Well I didn't take that either!" Dean said and Bobby shakes his head. "Okay, okay. Why don't you just tell me what happened next?" Bobby asked us. "There was one more victim." Dean said. "Right. Now, we, we didn't see this one ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy – He was, uh, he was a research scientist. Animal testing." Sam explains.

"Yeah, you know – a dick. Which fits the pattern." Dean said.

The Research Scientist leaves a campus building, heading towards the street when he sees something shiny in the gutter and stops. He looks around cautiously, then gets down on hands and knees to see it better. It is a gold watch. He smiles and looks excited.

He gets all the way down and sticks and arm through the gutter bars, trying to reach it. He struggles when something grabs him. He begins screaming and struggling as blood spatters on his face.

"Cops didn't release the cause of death 'cause they had no clue what the cause was." Dean explains to Bobby. "So, we checked it ourselves." Sam said and we continue.

After opening the window to a building, Sam crawls through the window. "Hey." Dean said and he tosses his flashlight to Sam, then climbs through and helps (y/n) through before he shuts the window.

Dean opens a body drawer and shines his light through, he grimaces. "Well, this oughta be quick." He said as they slide the drawer out and gingerly peel off the bloody blanket, revealing extremely mangled remains.

"OK, that is just nasty." (Y/n) said, disgusted, as Sam holds his hand to his mouth and nose. "Uh, yeah." He said, speaking muffled while trying not to breathe through his nose. "Mutilated?" Dean said. "Looks to me like something was hungry." (y/n) said.

"They identify him yet?" Dean asked. "Yeah, uh, a research scientist at the college. Guess where his office was, by the way. Crawford Hall, same as the professor." Sam said. "That's right where the frat boy had his close encounter." Dean said. "Yeah. Hey, grab me that thing, would you?" Sam asked and Dean slides a magnifying light over to Sam, who peers through it at the corpse. "Thanks." Sam said as he looks through the corpse.

"What is it?" Dean asked. "Looks like a...A belly scale?" Sam said, confused. "A belly scale? From what?" (y/n) asked. "Uh...An alligator?" Sam replied and Dean and (y/n) look at him, confused.

"An alligator in the sewer. Come on." Dean said. "What? Well, Dean, it's a classic urban legend. A kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet, and it grows huge in the tunnels." Sam said. "But no one's ever really found one. I mean, th – they're not real." (Y/n) said. "Well, neither's alien abduction, but something chomped on this guy." Sam said and Dean shakes his head.

"This couldn't get any weirder." Dean mutters. "Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby. Maybe he's run into something like this before." Sam said. "Oh, I'm sure he has. Just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple." Dean said with sarcasm.

"We decided to search the sewer anyway, so we split up, each taking one end of campus." I said. "D'you find anything?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, I found something, just not in the sewer." Dean said.

Dean emerges from the sewer and enteres the alley where the Impala is parked. All four tires are flat. "Son of a bitch!" He exclaims in anger. He circles the car and finds a money clip on the ground, engraved with (your initials). "(y/n)!" Dean growls.

Back at the hotel, Sam and (y/n) were reading some books as Dean enters. "You think this is funny, (y/n)?" Dean asked, angrily, and she looks up at him, confused. "It depends. What?" she asked. "Th-th-th-the car!" Dean said, angrily.

"What about the car?" (y/n) asked as Sam looks between his friend and his brother. "You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot. You're gonna bend the rims!" Dean yells. "Whoa, wait a minute. I didn't go near your car." She said, getting angry.

"Oh, yeah? Huh. Then how'd I find this?" Dean asked as he holds up the money clip. (Y/n) pats her pocket then she stands up. "Hey. Give me back my money!" She demands. "Oh, no, no. Consider it reparations. For, uh, emotional trauma." Dean said as (y/n) comes up to him.

"Yeah, very funny. Now, give it back." She said and she reaches for it. "No." Dean said, firmly, as he holds the money up and away from her. "Dean, c'mon!" Sam said, annoyed.

"Dean, I have had it up to here with you." (Y/n) said, angrily. "Yeah? Right back at you!" He spat at her. (Y/n) reaches for the money again; Dean avoids her. Sam then goes to grab it but Dean avoids him then (y/n) tackles him to the bed. They scuffle and fight like kids.

"Come on! Get off me!" Dean yells at her. "Give it back!" (y/n) shouts and Sam tries to help and the three begin to fight and scuffle.

"Okay, I've heard enough." Bobby said, interrupting. "You showed up about an hour after that." Dean said. "I'm surprised at you three. I really am. Sam...(y/n), first off, Dean did not steal your computers." Bobby said to us. "But I –" Sam started to say but Bobby holds out his hand to him.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh! And, Dean, (y/n) did not touch your car." He said to Dean. "Yeah!" I sneered at Dean as I look at him. "And if you three bothered to pull your heads outta your asses, it all would have been pretty clear." Bobby said. "What?" Dean asked.

"What you're dealing with." Bobby said and we look at him, confused. "I got nothing." Dean said. "Me neither." Sam said. "Same here." I said.

"You got a trickster on your hands." Bobby said and Dean snaps his fingers. "That's what I thought." Dean said. "What?! No, you didn't." Sam shouts at him.

"I got to tell you...you guys were the biggest clue." Bobby said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing, and it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight." Bobby said to us.

"The laptops." Sam said.

"The tires." Dean mutters.

"It knows you're onto him, and it's been playing you like fiddles." Bobby said. "So, what is it, what, what, spirit, demon, what?" I asked him. "Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in Scandinavia. There's Anansi in West Africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick." Bobby replied.

"You mean like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator." Dean said and Bobby nods. "The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty, knock them down a peg, usually with a sense of humor – deadly pranks, things like that." Bobby said.

"Bobby, what do these things look like?" I asked him. "Lots of things, but human, mostly." Bobby said. "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?" Dean asked and Sam and I frown, thinking and then I come to the realization.

It was the Janitor.

The Janitor locks a gate with a key attached to his belt as the boys and I follow him up a staircase. "Sorry I'm dragging a little ass today, guys. Had quite the night last night." He said as he turns to look at them. "Lots of sex, if you catch my drift." He said, chuckling.

"Yeah, hard not to. Listen, we won't be long." Dean said then the Janitor turns his back to us and Dean signals to me. "We just need to check a couple offices up on three." Dean said. "No problem." The janitor said. "I, uh, forgot something in the truck. You know what? I'll catch up with you guys." I said to them. "Okay." Sam and Dean said and they turn and begin ascending the stairs again.

I wait until they're out of sight, then hurried back to the locked gate. I pull out my lockpicking tools and begin to pick the lock. Moments later, I enter and rummages through the lockers until I find a copy of the Weekly World News, with the headline Aliens Abduct Cheerleaders, in one of the lockers.

Later, after meeting up with them, the boys and I exit the building. "Just 'cause he reads the Weekly World News doesn't mean he's our guy. I mean, you guys read it, too." Sam said to me and Dean. "I'm telling you, it's him." Dean argues.

"Look, I just think we need some hard proof. That's all." Sam said to us. "Okay, another thing Bobby mentioned was that these suckers have a metabolism like an insect, a real sweet tooth." Dean said. "Well, I didn't find any candy bars or sugar. Not even Equal." I said. "Eh, that's probably 'cause you missed something." Dean said to me.

"I don't miss things." I said, firmly. "Oh, right, 'cause you're Miss Perfect." Dean growls. "What? Are you really still pissed at me 'cause of what the trickster did?" I asked him. "You been a tight ass long before that trickster showed up." Dean grumbles and Sam and I stare at him

"Look, just...stay here, keep an eye on the janitor. (Y/n) and I'll go to his place to see if we can find any actual evidence before you go barging in and staking the man! Just wait till we get back, okay? Okay?" Sam asked him. "Okay!" Dean yells and Sam and I leave.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean paces along while The trickster watches, a serious expression on his face. As the sun goes down and turns into night, Dean stood by waiting, impatiently. "Ah, screw this." He growls.

Dean enters the building, poking around cautiously with his flashlight. As he goes up the last staircase, he puts the flashlight away and pulls out a large wooden stake. He hears something behind him then tucks the stake into his jacket, and enters the theater.

On the stage is a round red bed with a tacky canopy and a slowly rotating disco ball. Two women were sprawled on it seductively, both in lingerie. As Dean gets to the stage, they crawl towards him. "We've been waiting for you, Dean." The brunette girl said.

"Y-Y-You guys aren't real." Dean stammers as he stares at them. "Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real." Brunette said and Dean laughs nervously. "Come on. Let us give you a massage." Blondie begs.

"Wha...You know, I'm a – I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Really, I am, but...I-I'm gonna have to pass." Dean stammers. "They're a peace offering." A voice said and Dean turns to see the Trickster sitting in the seats. "I know what you, your brother and the girl do. I've been around a while. Run into your kind before." He said.

"Well, then you know that I...can't let you just keep hurting people." Dean said to him. "Come on! Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you and Sam and (y/n)– I like you. I do. So treat yourself...Long as you want. Just long enough for me to move on to the next town." The trickster said.

"Yeah, I don't think I can let you do that." Dean said, firmly. "I don't wanna hurt you. And you know that I can." said the Trickster. "Look, man, I – I got to tell you, I dig your style, all right? I mean..." Dean chuckles. "I do. I mean... the slow-dancing alien –"

"One of my personal favorites. Yeah." The trickster said, laughing. "But, uh, I can't let you go." Dean said. "Too bad. Like I said, I like you. Sam was right. You shouldn't've come alone." The trickster said. "Well, I'll agree with you there." Dean said and the door slams shut.

The Trickster looks back up the stairs to see Sam and (y/n) had just entered, with a large stake of their own. Bobby stands at the top of the next aisle, also with a stake. "That fight you guys had outside – that was a trick?" The trickster asked and Dean smiles. "Hm. Not bad. But you want to see a real trick? " he asked.

A masked man with a chainsaw appears near Sam and (y/n) and attackz then the brunette attacks Dean. The Trickster watches, entertained, as (y/n) and Sam grapple with Chainsaw man and Dean and Bobby fight the two women.

The trickster laughs and watches the fight and gives commentary of things that was going on. Then one of the women throws Dean into the seats near the Trickster, who applauds. "Nice toss, ladies! Nice show." He said as he stands up then looks down at Dean. "I did not want to have to do this." The trickster said when (y/n) pops up behind him and stab him in the back, through the chest.

"Me neither." She said. As she grinds in the stake, Chainsaw man and the women disappear. (Y/n) pulls the stake out, and the Trickster falls, dead, into a seat.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"You guys okay?" I asked the boys as Sam and Bobby comes up while I help Dean to his feet. "Yeah. I guess." Sam said. "Well, I gotta say...he had style." Dean said as he looks down at the dead body then he groans, and we stagger outside.

"Bobby, thanks a lot. We really couldn't've—" Sam started to say and Bobby waves a hand. "Hey, save it! Let's just get the hell out of dodge before somebody finds that body." Bobby said. "Yeah." Dean said and we go outside and head to the Impala.

"Look, Dean, um...I just want to say that I'm, uh...Um..." I started to say to Dean before he says. "Hey. Me too."

"Same here." Sam said and we look at each other and each nod. "You guys are breaking my heart. Could we please just leave?" Bobby said and the boys and I exchange a look over the top of the car, get in, and drive away.

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