#also my hands were sweating so bad the whole time coloring this cuz I have my final GED test tomorrow

[garzzum]

This is stupid 😭

#my art #dragon's dogma #ddda #quina #valmiro #it took me so long to draw quina's body that I just kinda gave up on her face 😭 #also I know the perspective n stuff is off #and that this doesn't even look like cassardis #pretend it looks right #I wasn't really paying attention when laying it out lmao #also my hands were sweating so bad the whole time coloring this cuz I have my final GED test tomorrow #and I'm so SCARED!!! 😭 #it's math and I suck at math so bad!!!! #but if I pass this month I get to graduate #wish me luck 😭🤞

[nachohypno]

Nate and Dave Ch. 1

Everything started like a normal day. But you probably already heard those lines.

When I woke up, it was raining outside. But that wasn’t going to stop me from going to class. I just had to reach the bus quickly enough.

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself at the mirror after washing my face. “Looking handsome” I said to myself. I tried to tidy my short black hair. I did the rest of the usual morning routine before heading out of the bathroom.

As I said, it was a normal day, like any other. I went to school in the bus, barely got wet by the rain so I was happy.

I quickly entered school and walked to my locker. I didn’t get wet! Maybe this day wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought!

I greeted a few of my friends as I passed by, but I won’t go into details with them. They were cool, but they aren’t as involved in this story as I would have liked.

I’ll get to them later.

My mind went from happiness to fear in just a few seconds, when I reached my locker.

I noticed a few of the football players passing beside me, but I hid using my locker. Close one, they probably didn’t notice me.

Spoke too soon.

I got approached by one of the guys that just passed by. One of the jocks.

“Do I know ya?” He asked, like it was the most normal thing to ask. Although, he seemed pretty confused. I had to be careful with my answer, it could either get me a punch on the gut or a safe escape.

“I don’t think so?” I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never been approached by one of them in a “friendly” way. He stared at me. It was a bit weird.

‘Why is he talking to me?’ Was one of the questions that came through my mind at the moment.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his staring contest and extended his hand for a shake. “Dave, nice to meet ya”

We shook hands. And he squeezed my hand a lot, I was surprised he didn’t actually break it because it hurted a lot. He mumbled a sorry after noticing my expression of pain.

Okay, that’s something weird. I was expecting one of the jocks going out of their way to harm me in some way, but not to apologize about it.

“It’s… alright. I’m Nate” I mumbled, obviously nervous.

He gave me a big smile, like trying to comfort me. I was pretty scared at this point. Everyone knew these guys were kinda shady.

“Oh, I think I’ve seen you at my biology class, right?” He said, still smiling. I nodded, and apparently that caused his smile to get bigger “Awesome, let’s sit together, bro!”

Oh, he wants me to do his homework. That explains it. Alright, I can do that.

I mean, if it’s that or being beat up, I prefer doing some extra homework. 

Survival of the smartest.

I went inside the biology lab. Sat on my usual spot, not too far but not too close to the blackboard either. The perfect distance to avoid being called to the front by the professor.

My partner usually rotated. Not that I’m not a good classmate, but they usually have a better deal or something like that. And today, my partner was Dave the jock.

The guy took off his letterman jacket and hanged it from the back of the chair, then sat down beside me. He gave me another big smile as he stared at me while I prepared my stuff on the table.

“What?” I asked when he started to make me nervous with the whole staring act. I can’t remember when we started being classmates. I barely pay attention to the jocks. It’s like, seeing a letterman jacket means trouble for me. So I try to hide ASAP.

That’s being gay in here for ya.

“What what?” He chuckled. What was so funny?

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I don’t know. I just want to, is there a problem with that?” He said, quite roughly. The smile he had until now vanished, replaced by an expression of superiority.

I took a step back, a bit scared by his change of attitude. He noticed this, and quickly returned to his friendly attitude. “Uhm, sorry. Didn’t mean to sound rude”

He shrugged, again with a big smile. He seemed happy, probably planning something? I decided to stop pushing the subject, to not make him angry.

As soon as the professor entered, everyone shifted their looks to him. He greeted us, and started explaining today’s subject. As I said, like a normal day. I just had to wait until the man gave us a few quiz questions, answer mine and give the answers to Dave, then I would be free of punches.

As expected, professor Lewis gave us some questions and asked us to draw a dick- Sorry, the male reproductive system. I’m a senior, way past the point of finding this things funny. I noticed Dave was chuckling, and a few of his fellow jocks on the back also did.

I grabbed my book from the bag, opened it on the designated page and placed it on the middle of the table.

Dave just took out a sheet of paper, a pencil and a rubber. Greaaaat, he wanted to help.

Speaking about him, he went back to staring at me without rest. It started to get on my nerves again.

So, if he wanted me to make his homework, he could help a bit. “Alright, I’ll do the quiz. Meanwhile, you draw the male reproductive system-”

“Sure!” He beamed up, grabbed his pencil and started to copy it from the book. Weird, why was he so happy to draw a reproductive system? Probably the same reason he was chuckling earlier. Jocks don’t think a lot, I guess.

I started doing my work too. I wanted good and complete answers, but not more than necessary. This professor is a dick and would probably not give me a fair grade if I tried to outsmart him.

By the end of the class, Dave gave me his drawing and I wrote down our names. I wrote down his name next to mine on the answers sheet. He was laughing a bit, for some reason. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You seem kinda serious, bro. It’s cool, suits you”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled, but frowned a bit “I… Sorry, can’t tell” Weirdo, but alright. I got freed of the jock and class was over. I started to put my stuff back in my bag and got up.

“Heading to the cafeteria?” Asked my apparently new friend, since he didn’t seem able to leave my ass today. “We could have lunch together if you want”

“Uh… What?” I looked at him and noticed he was staring with lovely eyes. Oh, I get it now. He’s horny and wants a blowjob from the local fag.

Not my department though. I would never do that. I prefer being beaten up than allegedly raped at school. He’s older than me, I’ve heard that last week was his 18th birthday. I could try and get him expelled if he tried to touch me at all.

It’s not every day that you can have lunch with the jocks. I didn’t want to, but Dave already grabbed me by the shoulder and started talking very excitedly. And I mean it.

He asked about weird stuff about me. Favorite color, song, food, stuff like that. I assumed now that he just wanted to be friendly. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

I thought about that to try and comfort myself, because I was freaking out about having this random guy follow me around like some kind of puppy.

I heard about him. Everyone knew about the local football stars. This guy is the quarterback of our team, the Rottweilers. 

He has a hot girlfriend, one of the cheerleaders if I recall correctly. He has the good looks, with blue eyes, short light brown hair, a handsome face. He seemed to be mischievously smiling at all times.

I knew he arrived at this year, transferred from another school and luckily, we barely interacted. He never tried to do anything to me which is a relief. 

I’ve had some… encounters with the other jocks, and I was thankful that I’ve never returned to my house with a black eye.

We arrived to the cafeteria and he still wasn’t going to shut up, or let me go. I usually had my food at the school’s yard. Way more relaxing and nicer than the awfully crowded cafeteria.

Don’t think of me as that weird loner guy, a lot of people also preferred to have lunch on the school’s yard.

But, awful rain outside. I would probably catch a cold or something, so I didn’t have an option.

“Alrighttt” I said. Taking his hand out of my shoulder and moving to face him. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to hang out with me but…” I looked over at the football team’s table. “I really, really don’t want to go there”

He seemed a bit disappointed, but it quickly vanished as his usual smile returned “Sure, we can sit anywhere else, bro. Wherever you’re comfortable is fine”

I think he didn’t get the message, but still, it was better than nothing. We went to grab a food plate. I loved school’s pasta day.

I went to get a plate of pasta and sat in a random table. Dave sat right next to me.

This thing was getting unnerving. I had a theory though. Dave lost a bet and had to be around the weirdo all day, waiting for me to put my guard down. Well, my friend, not going to happen.

But sadly, he stuck around to me all day as I predicted. The rain already stopped, and I decided to head to the school yard to have some air before my next class.

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After a while, I stopped right on my tracks and turned to him “Alright, what do you want? Why are you following me around since this morning? Did you lose a bet or something?” I was trying to keep myself quiet though. I didn’t want to start a scene mid-schoolyard.

Dave got nervous. “Uh… Uhm… ‘Cuz… I’m…” He looked around frantically, beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. Maybe he couldn’t talk about it in public? Something felt wrong about this.

“Follow me” I said. He did as I told, with a sigh of relief. Like he just got saved from the worst thing happening.

We entered the library. I knew Mrs. Wells would be on her break, so I went to a silent spot, looked around to see if anyone was near and told him “Nobody here, spill the beans”

I shouldn’t play the bad cop. What if this was a trick to take me to an empty place and beat me up there? There’s always the possibility, so I was careful and prepared to run away.

He gulped and started, looking at me like he didn't have any other choice. “This may sound crazy but… I’m a werewolf”

Yeah, he was tricking me.

I turned around and started walking away, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Believe me bro, I’m not joking”

I sighed and got back in place. Not because I wanted to, but because he was stronger than me and I couldn’t walk away. I decided to keep going with this charade “If you were telling me the truth, can you prove it?”

He snorted “Pfft. Easy bro. Order me to do anything” His trademarked smile returned to his face.

“Pull down your pants” It was the first thing that came to mind, and he didn’t even hesitate.

He did so remaining with his big smile, as if he was happy to do such a stupid thing. “Oh god, pull them back up!” What if someone saw us?

Bah, who am I kidding? Nobody visits the school library willingly nowadays.

“How is that supposed to prove anything? I was joking!”

But he didn’t seem embarrassed, nor mad. He just laughed at what I said “That proves it, bro! I’m a werewolf and you’re my soulmate!”

I looked at him, startled. He has a girlfriend and came up to tell me that I, a guy who never talked to him, was his soulmate. And I’m the queen of England.

But, he kept explaining. “Let me tell ya. Werewolves, and many other supernatural creatures, are real. I’m one of them, and… This may be even weirder bro.” 

He gulped “I still barely understand it. I thought it was a joke at first, but I’m realizing it wasn’t bro” He looked around again.

I did the same, nervously. I placed my face in my hands and just… tried to deal with it. Dave noticed my silence and continued with his explanation.

“Werewolves can recognize their soulmate by their smell. Apparently, it can happen after you reach adulthood” Made sense, if his birthday was a few days ago. I should ask around later to corroborate. “And when you find your soulmate, you’re… bound to them. In mind and body. I just want to be with ya bro, and do what you want. The thought of it makes me feel good, and happy”

Of course, I was speechless. It was a lot of information to process. One of the star players of my high school was saying I’m his soulmate, and that he wants to do whatever I want.

“A-are you r-really sure you’re not joking? This is a r-really big deal” I stutter when I’m nervous. And this was much more than I could handle at a normal morning.

“Look, it’s weird. But since this morning, every second I’ve been around you were the most beautiful moments of my life” He stared straight into my eyes “I love you, bro. And I’m not lying.”

I tried to calm myself down, I turned around and looked at the wall. If I kept looking at the jock I would probably panic.

“So… soulmates?” I asked, hopefully he would explain things further.

“Yeah bro. We’re bonded apparently. I won’t complain, I’m happy to have found you!” Now that I think of it, Dave being a werewolf would explain a few things. Like his smiling and laughing all day, following me around all day like some kind of domestic dog. And his outstanding school’s spirit.

“And… is there any limit to what you would do?” I wanted to make sure. Just curiosity.

He shook his head in denial. “Anything you want. No limits, bro”

I thought about something. I was excited. If everything turned out to be true, I just got myself an obedient werewolf jock. And the idea was like an instant turn on. “Kiss me”

He didn’t waste any second, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a make out session. My first kiss, with one of the football players. Who would have thought about it?

His tongue was surprisingly gentle when he entered, and his taste was unique so to say. But, for some reason, I couldn’t get enough of it. I could feel myself getting turned on as we kept going. He pulled me in closer to him and I felt something in his pants starting to grow.

I broke the kiss after some minutes, it would have been weird if someone saw us.

“Uhm… How was that? Never kissed a guy before” He asked, pretty excitedly.

“I-I don’t k-know… you were my first”

His smile grew bigger and he gave me a big bear hug. “I love you, bro” Oh, he was pretty romantic, huh.

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I decided to leave the library before Mrs. Wells returned from his break. Dave followed me like a happy puppy. 

We went back to school and kept chatting about the soulmates subject, but not as loud as we did on the library. More like whispers between us.

“So when you said ‘no limits’, you really meant it? Like, really no limits?” I asked him.

“I would rip my heart off for you, if you want that” He put his hand over his chest, and tried to imitate a poet’s voice while closing his eyes.

“No! I would never ask you to do that, or to harm yourself! What kind of psychopath do you think I am?” I got a bit scared at what he said, thinking that I should be careful with my words, but his smile didn’t vanish. He laughed a bit and stared at me again.

“You look cute when you’re nervous” And now he’s flirty.

I sighed “Are you alright with flirting with me at school? I mean, don’t you have a girlfriend-”

“Gonna break up with her” He said, pretty fast.

“What? Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious, bro? I’ve found my soulmate!” He was really excited about this whole ordeal.

 I wondered what his parents may think about their werewolf son being so happy for being completely controlled by a random guy from his class.

“Aren’t you nervous that you have to do everything I say?” Not like I asked for it but… I’m not complaining either. The guy is a stud.

“Nervous? Why would I be? I can’t wait to do as you say, bro”

“Alright, that’s it. I need a break” I walked to the nearest bathroom and he went in behind me. Nice. “Can you give me a few minutes? Uh… Wait for me outside”

He nodded blissfully and walked out.

I just washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Okay Nate, it’s cool. He’s a good guy, he just wants to make you happy. No need to be afraid of him, or anything like that. You’re the boss around here”

My little pep talk was working, but then…

The terror pair entered through the bathroom’s door.

Butch and Lucas, two players from the football team. I’ve crossed paths with them a few times, and they’re not the nice ones.

“Faggot!” Butch said, as he noticed me. They were bigger and stronger than me, so fighting would most likely be futile.

Unless…

As Lucas grabbed my hair and tried to drag me to the toilet stall, I yelled “DAVE!”.

My knight in shining armor heard my call. He busted through the door and pushed the pair away. I fell to the ground and he helped me up. “Are you hurt, bro? Let’s get outta here”

“What the fuck? You’re friends with faggot now?!” Asked Lucas, but Dave didn’t answer. We just walked out of the bathroom and I cleaned my face with a napkin.

I had a wicked thought at that moment. I could retaliate from all those years of putting my head in the toilet or being humiliated by these guys.

But that would be wrong. I’m better than them, and I would not use dave as a... weapon of revenge.

I remained silent during the rest of the day. It was all too much to handle. I just wanted for this shitty year to end.

Dave actively asked if I was alright or if I wanted anything. He also tried to cheer me up a bit, but to no avail. 

I just felt bad.

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Classes were over and Dave insisted on taking me home in his car. I wanted to refuse, but he sounded very convincing.

Like, I would normally shrug him off, but he was one of the high school’s bullies and he still had some kind of power of intimidation over me, I guess.

“Are you alright, bro? Barely spoke after the bathroom thing” It’s weird. He’s trying to be a very cute and wholesome guy, but he mixes it with his… “normal” self and it brings me back to being wary of my answers.

“Yeah… Sorry, I’m alright” I said, trying to sound okay. I totally wasn’t, I was pissed. But it wasn’t his fault, so I didn’t want to involve him.

We arrived at my place and he had a sad puppy look on his face as I left the car. I didn’t have any intention of inviting him in.

I barely invited friends around (I’m not really a loner. I’m just an introvert, but as I mentioned before, I do have friends!)

“Well, call me if you need something. I love you… can’t wait to see you on Monday… Gonna count each second…” He said, dragging the words and trying to convince me with his blue puppy eyes.

Oh, for the love of god. Was he really going to be this persistent?

“Park the car and let’s go in” I said, sighing afterwards. I hope I wasn’t going to regret this choice.

“Really?! Thanks so much, bro!” He did as I told and went to my side.

We entered the house, I said out loud “I’m back mom! Brought a friend!” Dave smiled at that. I just waited for her answer to avoid being rude.

She answered with a “That’s so great, Nathan! Let me know if he stays for dinner!” that came from her bedroom. She was probably doing her daily yoga.

She would be busy for the evening, I think. Hopefully. I didn’t want her to notice the big guy and start asking questions.

I motioned Dave to follow me and we went to my room. Closed the door behind him and sat on my bed.

My house was your… normal suburban house, not too big, and not too small either. It was a nice place, a bit old, but I liked it.

“So… what do you want to do, bro?” The big guy sat on the floor, cross-legged. He was staring at me, smiling like an idiot.

I won’t lie, he’s hot as hell. And I’m all up for having a relationship with this… big wolf on campus?

I mean, I’m not so eager but… would it really be that bad? Jocks weren’t really my favorite type of person.

“Bark” I said. I wanted to test this thing out. He was apparently under my control and had to obey me. What could go wrong? He proved his loyalty after saving me from his teammates.

His eyes unfocused a bit as he gave a cute bark.

I extended my hand and said “Paw” then he put his hand on top of mine. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth at this point.

He was like possessed by a dog. And I’m sure that there’s a movie about that. And just when I thought about that, he started making that weird ‘purr’ dogs make when they feel good. Like a motor.

I moved closer to him and playfully scratched the back of his ears. “How does that feel?” I asked him.

“Hmm… Pretty good, bro…”

I smiled. Just like having a pet. A supernatural pet, yeah.

“Thanks for helping me today” I said, as I moved my hand to the back of his head. “I really appreciate it, kind of tired of those guys already”

He opened his eyes and looked at me “No problem. Nobody will ever hurt you again, bro. You have a soulmate now” He said with a wink, before going back to enjoying the scratching.

I stopped scratching and pulled him in for a kiss. I must admit, it feels good. I still wasn’t sure if this was a prank, but hell I was enjoying it.

He kissed me back, blissfully enjoying each second of it.

He seemed just as gentle as he was the first time, and I could feel his hot breath as we kept kissing. He was excited, I could tell.

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[nevrgoinoutastyle2876]

Hey so I don’t normally posy other fandom stuff on here but this is my most followed account and I need some advice on a fic. It’s destiel, please tell me if it’s any good and if you like it I’ll post the link to the rest of the story

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"Very well. Have it your way," Crowley turned to Azazel and Alistair, "boys, shall we?" I saw a smirk cross all their features, and before I knew it, Crowley and the others were shoving me and my friends into the water.

My name is Castiel Novak, and I'm a mess.

One big giant mess. Let me tell you about my day, how it went from good to bad, and how I ended up getting pushed into a lake.

Today, it was summer. Well... months into summer. School would be starting in just about six days. I woke up to quickly find out that it was one of the hottest days of the year. The sun was beating down like thick blanket and never left the clear sky. If I had to guess I'd say the kids in my neighborhood were all playing in sprinklers and having fun, trying to make the most out of what little they had left of summer. Since school was starting very soon, I thought that I should possibly do the same thing, and make the most of what I had left of the season.

I woke up early in the morning. I traveled down the stairs to see an all to familiar view. My Dad was no where in sight, probably in his room writing. My mom was sitting at the kitchen counter reading a magazine, completely ignoring the chaos in the living room.

To tell the truth, what was happening in the living room wasn't all that bad, but, still disturbing. Even though I've seen a lot worse go down in that room. The tv was on and Gabriel, my little brother was sitting on the floor in front of it, constantly changing channels. Anna, my sister, sat on the couch. She was pressed all the way to the end of the couch, trying to still sit there while being as far away from the other end of the couch as she could.

Why was she trying to stay away from the other end of the couch you might ask? Well... Luci, my oldest brother, was there, and so was his boyfriend, Michael. Michael and Luci have been dating for about a year or so. I was shocked they'd made it this long, seeing at they were polor opposites. Michael graduated highschool with a perfect GPA and taking a all advanced courses, while being a star football player as well. Now, he's going to college and spends his free time either with Luci or shadowing the doctors at the hospital so that it'll be easier for him to get a job there. Probably as a heart surgeon or something. Also he had a spotless criminal record.

Meanwhile, Luci had probably all E's in his classes before he dropped out. Never once touched a football and spent most of his time smoking weed with the other bleacher-creatures during the games. He was not attending any colleges and was job-less. His free time was spent either with Michael or at the police station, and it sure as hell wasn't for volunteering. I remember a couple times mom and dad refused to bail him out, so Michael had to go do it.

So yeah, I'm shocked they made it a year. But anyways, right now Michael was over and sitting on the couch with Luci. Well, it was more like Michael was sitting on the couch and Luci was sitting on top of him. They were making out. It was disgusting.

They were making weird moaning noises as Michael's hands practically groped Lucifers torso and chest. I wanted to gag.

I soon decided very quickly that I didn't want to be here, so slipped out the front door before anyone would stop me. Mom and Dad never cared if we went anywhere so I figured they'd be fine if I just left for a little while.

I opened the door and quickly went outside. I closed the door behind me and took a step out into the morning air. If I had to guess I'd say it was about 9:00am, the sun was blazing across the sky as I sat down. I let the warm air and occasional cool breeze wash over me. It was one of those, buy ice cream, go to the beach, summer days. I wasn't much of an outside person, but I enjoyed them none-the-less.

I stood up in my short sleeve, buttoned, baby blue shirt, and jeans before I began to walk down the street. My friend Charlie lived a few blocks down from me, and a few blocks down from there lived Dorothy. See, I had friends, but, there was only two of them. I have known Charlie forever, so we were always close. We met when we were probably five. I remember being at the park with Luci when I saw a small red-headed girl fall from the jungle gym. She looked hurt so I ran from Luci to see if she was alright. She was bleeding, but shockingly, not crying. I went to the bench where Mom was. I rummaged in her purse for the Band-Aids I always made her keep in there for reasons such as this.

I helped the girl bandage her arm to stop the small amount of blood. When I finished she turned to me with an incredibly bright grin and said, "are we best friends now?" And ever since then, we've never left each other's side.

Then Charlie met this girl named Dorothy when we first started middle School in sixth grade. She was pretty badass for a twelve year old and she shockingly decided to sit with us. So she became part of our group too. Now sixteen and we were all inseparable.

Charlie was the fun nerd in our group, she always had the best and craziest ideas out of all of us. Her bright and spunky personality made her instantly loveable. Dorothy was a bit more grounded but was always up for adventure, so when Charlie got an idea, Dorothy was the one to make it happen.

I was the downer of the group I assumed, mainly because I always tried to talk them out of their crazy ideas. But they were both stubborn and I bet if they had the chance to go to Oz they would take it in a heartbeat. They never listened to me, and of course, dragged me along with them every time they were up to some shenanigan. Like the day Charlie said we should go downtown and take edgy pictures of the train tracks, so we could be douchy hipster wannabes. The next day Dorothy grabbed her camera and yanked us downtown to the train tracks. That day we almost got hit by said train on the tracks.

See what I mean? Bad Ideas. But I will admit, there has been some good ones. Like two summers ago we were all sitting at Dorothy's house, bored with nothing to do, so Charlie randomly said we should go into town and take some weird class. We spent the whole afternoon learning pottery and making clay. That was fun.

So, in conclusion, I love my friends and their idiotic selves. That's why I was on my way down there now, to go do something interesting. I approached Charlie's house very quickly. Her house was small, probably the smallest out of all our houses. She was an only child and therefore really didn't need that much space. Her house was painted a red-ish orange color, it was like a burnt faded orange kind of. I don't know how to describe it, but it was pretty. Her grass was bright green lined with pink flowers around the house. Cute little white shutters to match with the windows.

The door was a plain brown and I smiled at it before I knocked. I always liked her house. I waited only mer seconds before the door burst open. Charlie looked like she had just been running. She grinned at me when she saw me standing in the doorway.

"I saw you coming from my room and came running." So I was right. She waited a bit before turning to stick her head into the house, "MOM IM GOING OUT WITH CAS!" She called, slamming the door shut immediately after.

I smiled at her again as she linked her arm with mine and started off down the porch steps. Today Charlie was wearing baggy jean shorts that went down to her knees, as well as a Star Wars t-shirt. Her head phones were wrapped around her neck and the cord trailed down her back into her pocket, where her phone probably was.

"Anyways, hi best friend!" She finally greeted once we made it to the sidewalk. I couldn't help but smile, even if it was faint.

"Hello Charlie." I greeted back, watching her long red hair bounce with each step.

"I was hoping you would come by today." She told me, seeming determined. I tilted my head a bit.

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked curiously, taking notice we were on our way to Dorothy's.

"Cant I just wannna see my friend!?... Alsooo when you were sick last week, me and Dorothy went out and discovered something really cool. We gotta show it to you." She sounded excited and picked up her walking pace subconsciously.

We made it to Dorothy's shortly after leaving Charlie's. Dorothy come out almost as fast as Charlie had, giving us her signature smirk before heading out. She was wearing skinny jeans and a brown shirt with her brown hair in a side bun. She was gorgeous I always thought, but not that I was into that kinda stuff.

We started walking down the road together, I started to sweat.

"Man it's hot out." Dorothy complained, sighing and wiping her forehead. Charlie smirked,

"Well duh, that's cuz I'm out here bitches," she grinned as Dorothy gave her a playful shove. I smiled shyly.

"Shut up," she told Charlie, still grinning, then laughing.

"So can anyone tell me where we are going." I asked curiously, changing the topic. I noticed Dorothy smirking.

"You'll have to wait." She told me, causing Charlie to suppress a smirk. I frowned.

"Guys, we are getting far away from town and-" I was quickly cut off by Charlie.

"Oh my gosh Cas, don't be such a stick in the mud. We'll be fineee." She urged, but I wasn't convinced.

"It's just that, you guys don't always have the best ideas..." I mumbled. Charlie looked fakely offended.

"How?!" She questioned while I just looked down sheepishly.

"Well, like... The train incident... that time you almost got us stuck on a flight to India, or when you and Dorothy got me to join your prank fight and we got covered in quick drying paint. Or when we went to the movies and that guy-"

"Okay, okay! You've made your point!" She informed quickly, a flustered blush forming on her face. I couldn't help my grin just a little bit.

After walking for what felt like forever, we were at what I thought was the edge if town. We lived in Michigan, smack dab in the center of the glove, in a town that, if you walked far enough, it turned into all wilderness. I think that's where we were now because on our very long walk we passed a bunch of trees and ponds. Now we were at the end of the dirt road, the very end before it faded into trees.

I would say I was scared, I would say being in the woods made me uncomfortable, I would say we should head back, but, I love nature. Nature is calming and beautiful, how could I say to turn back when we are in the best part of our town?

Charlie turned to me and grinned, Dorothy walked ahead of her. While Dorothy cleared the path, Charlie grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the opening Dorothy made by moving tree branches.

"Close your eyes." Charlie told me, and started guiding me through the forest.

"Please don't run me into anything." I pleaded, not fully trusting my red-headed friend. I could practically feel her eye roll.

"I won't," she grumbled, even thought she probably had been planning too before I stopped her.

"We're here!" Dorothy said, excitement filling her voice. Charlie smiled brightly and let go of my hand.

"Open!" She commanded cheerfully. I let my eyes flutter open and widen at the sight in front of me.

It was an absolutely beautiful lake.  It seemed almost deserted. No one was here and it appeared to be a place where no one ever went. The sun was shining bright and created a sparkling reflection in the crystal water. Trees surrounded the entire lake, lillypads and cat tails laid where the water meets the grass. Flowers, exotic ones that were bright orange and neon pink were also by the trees. I was shocked.

I took a step forward and grinned wide. I turned my head back to my two friends who stood behind me.

"How did you-" I started to ask how they found it, but Dorothy was already answering.

"Find it? Easy. We were going for a walk in the woods when, poof! Here it was! No one was here, and we knew we had to show you." She told me, smirking proudly as her and Charlie came closer to stand next to me.

"Well... I love it..." I stutter, speechless. I heard Charlie laugh next to me but I couldn't drag my eyes away from the beautiful sight to look at her.

I wasn't sure how long we had been there. It was a while that's for sure. We sat on the edge of the grass, our feet hanging in the water. We were just chatting about school and such when we heard something. It was yelling and laughing in the distance. The noises we're coming closer and I tensed. I recognized the noises all to well.

It sounded like Crowley and his friends. Fergus Crowley MacLeoud was his full name, but he had everyone call him Crowley. He was basically the head jock at school, despite him not being particularly that athletic. He somehow still made the football team and managed to be the most popular boy in school. He hung out with Azazel, Alistair, Lilith, Abbadon, and a few other of the popular kids. He didn't even like Abbadon, hated her to be exact, but still hung out with her because she was popular and head cheerleader. Lilith was another cheerleader, and incredibly beautiful at that, but very rude, she also had a little sister four years younger in Gabriel's grade. Her name was Ruby. Azazel and Alistair were just super creepy and rude. I hated them both, they always wanted to pick on someone. That someone usually being me.

They all seemed to follow Crowley blindly, except Abbadon, but she cooperated. I could hear their annoying screams and laughs getting closer, so I decided to stand. Charlie saw and stood too. Dorothy looked up at us both.

"Guys, it's okay, nothing's is gonna-" I knew Dorothy was gonna say nothing was gonna happen, and that we'd be fine, but she couldn't. That was because guess who came through the trees.

Crowley and his friends. I'm not typically one for swearing, but I really wanted then to f-off. Dorothy saw them and finally stood as well, glaring a bit as she watched the tree branches move, revealing them all.

"Well, well, well..." Crowley announced in a British accent. Today he was wearing black jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt. Lilith wore a white sun dress and Abbadon wore a t-shirt saying, "the devil made me do it," and jeans. Everyone else wore very similar clothes to Crowley.

"Why are you here?" Dorothy asked bravely. Crowley grimaced.

"This is our spot so I'll have to ask you the same question." He growled, clearly very annoyed. Charlie jumped next to me.

"Anyone can come here, it's not just your spot." Dorothy spat, taking a step closer. No no Dorothy stop. Why do you have to be so brave?

"I suggest you leave before someone gets hurt." Abbadon threatened, pointing a pale, flawless, slender finger at Dorothy. Her nail was long and painted a bright shade of red that matched her lips perfectly.

But obviously, Dorothy wasn't going to back down. "Excuse you, but who the hell do you think you are. You don't own us." She snarled in return. Abbadon looked offended at her words, almost recoiling. A scowl formed on her sharp features. Then before I knew it, Crowley, Azazel, and Alistair were walking over.

I gulped, wishing that Dorothy just kept her mouth shut. Crowley stood right by us with his minions behind him.

"Leave." His one word filled the whole forest with venom and left a sting right in my throat because suddenly I couldn't speak. And even though Crowley was shorter then me, chubbier then me, and probably less strong, the way he carried himself made him so much more intimidating then I ever could be.

"We aren't leaving." Dorothy stated harshly. Crowleys stern facial features quickly changed and he back away from me and grinned.

"Very well. Have it your way," Crowley turned to Azazel and Alistair, "boys, shall we?" I saw a smirk cross all their faces, and before I knew it, Crowley and the others were shoving me and my friends into the water.

If someone reads this and likes it, please let me know and I'll post more chapters

#dean winchester #destiel #castiel #winchester #deancas #sam winchester #deanwinchester #castiel novak #castielnovak #fanfic

[themagicalmelanin]

11.5: Return Of you

A quick and awful...possibily funny generated fanfic I made on fanfic maker.com

Fandom-Mr. Love : Queen’s choice

Pairing-You/Víctor

Smut?

by Auroraroses

You were up earlier than usually. You were super excited. After all, today was your wedding day!

You danced through the room, sang a little bit and couldn't wait until the evening.

Oh, how excited you were! Today, you would finally be married to Victor! (A/N Oh yeah, you are ghey. If you wanna know how that happened, read my other stories!)

Of course for this day, you had chosen the best wedding cake. And the best wedding catering. And invited all your friends to come (except Williw cuz she's a bitch).

Victor himself was also up early in the morning, doing his morning stretches and excercise so he'd look nice and buff in his suit.

You were trying out your wedding dress in front of the mirror There had been a mixup at the dresser but Victor thought it was kind of funny so they went along with it.

But of course, most importantly of all: you couldn't wait until the actual night. See. You had a bit of a stick kink. but kept it secret so far. You felt there had to be at least one thing Victor should only discover on their wedding night! Oh, how excited you were to finally share that final bit with Victor!

The day was coming along nice. You received lots of compliments for your dress. Victor looked fabulous in his suit. His muscles nicely toned thanks to the suit being of just the right tightness. Oh, you loved watching your love. Those sweet lips of him touching the wine glass, soaking them up in the red liquid of the wine. Those lips you could kiss all night long.

And those hands, you looked at it. Abscentmindedly as someone else was talking to you while he did so. Victor's hands were so full with power. The way he grabbed your hands as they cut the cake. The way he held your wrists as you cut the cake into slices. Those hands would be soon on your chest.

There was a speech or two. Proclaiming that there had never been such a perfect couple as you and Victor. That the universe had never seen such love. And everyone cheered and rejoiced. And there were flower petals and rice raining down on them and there were songs being sang in their names.

Or so it should be. Because when you stood there at the altar about to give your word to Victor. Suddenly! An ExplosioN!

And from the smoke arised no one else but Williw!

"Stop! You are making a mistake!" Williw said. "I should be with Victor!!"

~~~~~ A/N Oooooh! Bet you didn't expect that! Sorry ClarisaTheBeautiful, I no I told you I wouldn't do that, but I did! hAHAHAHA! ~~~~ Onto the next chappie!

---

A little Later, You was taking a shit.

He was having trouble though.

It felt like days passed and still no sign of release.

"Help..Errrr... ahhhh! Christ! when is this epic poo gonna pass!?" You exclaimed, His face wincing with effort.

He made every effort in his little boy body to expel this demon thing from his womanly back side.

Just as You was going in for another push..

Without warning the bathroom door suddenly burst open unexpectedly. Ahhhh!

"Well hello...You" a seductive noise whispered from the doorway.

A shadowy person stood leaning against the door frame. His deep, sensual voice which You knew immediately. His mind began racing and a nervous sweat began pouring from his face and groinal area.

"Victor... is that you? wha- what are you still doing awake...?"

He appeared in nothing but a towel, seemingly ready to take a steamy shower.

However He couldn't with You near by....they were like family now.Victor was like His grandma.

Any sane person would never allow their own grandma to see them in the nude. Right? RIGHT!!?! SHIT!"

"Oh I felt dirty from masturbating all day...ya ever feel dirty You?"

"Y-Yes, I mean NO! NO! NO! Never" You shrieked, He became so immensely worked up he cleaned his colon clear of the demon feces that had been clogging it. His voice also cracked like he was 13 again, but in comparison to the loud flatulence he just unleashed, who cares? Victor heard though, and giggled like a adorable baby girl laugh. It sent tingles all up Your spine.

"Oh you've always been the shy one in the family, You..."

You was not shy, at all. He defeated Lucien and blew up His evil machines for Christ's sake! and now he suddenly found himself speechless. Was He going to see his metaphorical grandma literally naked? Little did he know, that was merely a choclate source on the banana split of love that was to come.

"..the shy and excitable one." said Victor finishing the sentence with a sly smile.

"Wh-what the..." and before You could send the third word out of His mouth..

..Victor's towel dropped to the floor,setting his swingy bits free into the mist of the shower.

You noticed everything on him instantly. His soft butt,his magically gravity-defying middle leg and the tiny thingy colored birth mark on his butt, which made Him feel funny...as He had one there too.

Still, the sight of his near perfect body caused Your penis to become very hard. It stood erect and proud, pointing straight towards the mighty heavens.

"hehe oh my You...you're more impressive than I thought."

"uh... ye-yeah, th-thaaanks Victor, you're cute too." THIS IS SO WRONG! It raced through his head at lightning speed. But the beautiful, wet, soapy body that stood before him spoke otherwise. Him shapely body was everything You could want in something to wank to. Yet did family like relationship matter?..

...

...

NAAAAAH!!

But just as You was commiting. Commiting to a path that they couldn't go back from.

You burst into the toilet!

"What are you too upto?"

"Err..nothing" you said as he causally slipped his pants back on.

Victor, who You didnt notice, picked up his towel and backed out slowly.

"Really?"

"I was just having a shit...see?" You gestured to his shit.

"Oh, thats a shit all right! One hell of a shit!

Ok, if your done we better go"

So You put his other pants on and left. He had a serious case of blue balls, but at least his anus didnt feel so bad now.

As he walked out Victor whispered one word. A word fall of hope.

"Later"

You Giggled.

Fortunately, their traveling companion was as oblivious as ever, and didn't notice.

---

The woman stood atop of the rubble while from everywhere Lackys came from. They tied up all the wedding guests (and Gavin, who had been the priest, too!).

"I knew something was up," Williw said. "You sounded way too happy last time we spat insults at each other." She said as she walked down from the rubble into the wedding area. "Of course, there was also this."

She took out a paper and folded it into an aeroplane. Then she fired it at you.

You opened it up and saw... it was their wedding invitation.

Williw laughed loudly, "Oh yeah, you were willing to invite Lucien but not me?! So I did what I had the right to do... I went to Lucien and I defeated him and took his invitation.

You knew that Williw could be powerful. Oh yeah, before Williw turned out to be such a collosal biatch, they had been fighting Lucien together. But you didn't know that Williw could have defeated Lucien...as long as she had enough motivation!

HAHAHAHAAHA, Williw laughed. "Now to enact my plan!" Because not only will I stop your wedding, I will make your wedding IMPOSSIBLE!!!

The minionss took Gavin and shoved him forward. They did the same thing with Victor.

Williw walked over to Victor and took his hand. "Now, Gavin, wed me! Otherwise I will kill all you love! And if you, you try to stop me....I will ressurrect Lucien!"

you felt like you were kicked in the stomach. What an impossible choice! You thought. Give up the love of your life or save the world from Lucien. It was almost as if fate or God set everythin in motion to torture you!

But long you didn't have to be in agony. Because you had a plan!

Victor winked at You when no one else was looking.

"Later" he mouthed at him silently so no one could hear.

---

---

Later, You and Victor were alone again.

"Its Later" said Victor, pulling You towards the bathroom.

"But what about the others?"

"I'll just tell them you are helping me shower. They wont suspect a thing"

"True. They are all idiots"

Then, suddenly, Victor was naked. You wondered how He did that. He must have been nearly naked this whole time!

The shower turned on...

..You was already.

Victor lathered up good and fine. The soap dripped off His body at a seductively slow pace. You could not contain the powerful urge of excitement that raced through His veins.

The alluring look of his nudie comrade became too much for him to fathom and his erect penis launched a mighty wad of semen directly onto Your eye.

There You sat, His pink panties pulled quickly down at his ankles, on a toilet full of poop with His bodly fluids on full display, eyes bulging from His face.

Victor giggled as Your dignity shriveled and died, but You had always enjoyed that delightful snicker, even after He found out He was His own flesh and blood.

"Well...wh-what do we do now?" You said, desperately trying to sound suave.

"It. We do it."

"it?"

"yes. it"

"we do it?"

"yes"

"oh"

...and with that Victor jumped on You. What little remained of their clothes plopped of quickly. Some fell in the toilet.

"um... lets g-get you outta my toil-dreams and into my bed." You stuttered, desperately trying to be slick, yet he knew it was hopeless to be suave on the shitter.

Victor hopped gleefully out of the shower, the soap continued pouring from His shapely body.You stood up from the toilet, His naughty bits proudly waving about and His pants still down around His ankles. He hurried to chase His shapely body down.

He fell in the door way, tripping over His pants. He pulled His face up from the floor and gazed at Victor, DANCING ON THE KITCHEN TABLE

The night wreaked of eroticisms...and You could see that it was going to be a all you can eat porkfest.

And it was!

Victor was soon ridding You like a pogo stick.

"Poke me! DEEPER! DEEPER! GODDAMNIT!"

"Oh God I'm going to hell!" You screamed.

You still had his Hawaiian shirt on and Victor was dripping soapy water all over the bed.

His perky penis swung around, like a happy child on a moon bounce. UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT!, You liked it. It was a big, beautiful thing that ached to be sucked on.

You especially liked that from this angle He could not see the awkward birth mark on His ass cheek. Which was a relief. You wanted to be hard and strong where it counts for the person He had always thought of as His mother-in-law.

"Oh You!" He breathed heavily, deep and cavernous "is what we're doing wrong!?!?"

"OH GOD YES!!" He yelled back at His naked mother-in-law.

"GOOD! YES! YES! YES! YES BROTHER!!!" Victor screamed.

When it was over they cleaned themselves, the room and the nearby warehouse down.

It took awhile - fortunately they finished before any of their friends got back. So their little secret was safe...for now.

---

~~~~~A/N uuuurgh I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry it took sooo long. I had to find some inspiration because yknow, it fic did end in a really difficult cliffhanger! But after binge watching some netflix, I think I really got a cool thing down now! ~~~~~~

"Uuuurgh," you said, putting up your most bored voice, "Well, I didn't really want him anyway, I just said that to rile you up."

"What?!" said Williw in utter disbelieve.

"Yeaaah, I was just so angry with you over, y'know, that thing. that I decided that I was going to marry Victor just to make you jealous."

And then, then you thought of the one thing that would make your ruse even better.

"Because really, you said, I love you."

Williw stood there baffled. All the minionss looked at her unsure what to do now.

"Y... you mean that?" said Williw.

"Of course not!" said Victor and in that unguarded moment he knocked Williw unconscious.

"Haha, you didn't expect that to happen, hey Bitch?!" Victor yelled loudly and laughed loudly afterwards.

All the other guests laughed as well.

As did you.

And afterwards, when the police came and arrested Williw, the wedding continued.

And as you predicted. In the evening, finally you could show off your kink. And then it turned out that Victor too had a secret, he whispered at you, taking off his shirt and revealing that he had been wearing nipple clamps all this time. That was kinda hot as well, you thought and it became a really really nice night.

Although, deeply, somewhere... You felt a little doubt over your proclaimation of love towards Williw. Maybe there was a core of truth in it. Maybe their rivalry was nothing more than a elaborate foreplay? Non-the less. Now it was too late. Victor was your life partner now. Although... maybe... when Williw finally came free, you might be able to convince Victor to explore more kinks with the both of them....

The end

#mlqc #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc victor #mr. love #mlqc lucien #mlqc mc #mlqc li zeyan #fanficmaker #crack fic #just for fun lol

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Spliced by Jon McGoran: A Review

Hey I don’t post book reviews here, but dammit I have a Lot Of Thoughts so here’s one. It’s long, and spoilerific, so it’s hiding below the cut.

This book is . . . Not Great. For a lot of reasons, actually. Spoilers ahoy.

Let me start by saying that pieces of the worldbuilding were interesting and thought out well—it’s obvious that the author’s spent a lot of time thinking about a climate changing future and what that entails for us, so there were intriguing bits of that sprinkled throughout. That’s the nicest thing I have to say. Buckle up.

At the top of my list of grievances, because I’m qualified to speak to this: The science is just Bad. I get it, it’s science fiction—theoretically it’s allowed to bend the rules. However, as a biologist, the fake science bugged me A Lot. The general premise is people (usually teenagers, for whatever reason) can get animal DNA/features spliced into theirs for a price. The rich kids can do this with good fancy doctors. Most people, however, do it with back alley “genies,” who apparently can alter someone’s biology within twenty-four hours in a garage or abandoned house by sticking them with a viral vector and infecting them with animal DNA to give them new physical traits. The soon-to-be chimera (that’s what spliced people are called) then undergoes a lengthy process that they call “sweating out the change,” where their biology and organs and bones and literally everything physical rearranges, again over the span of hours, and you emerge on the other side a chimera. If, however, you decide that you don’t like being a chimera, within 24-48 hours you can go to a “fixer,” a doctor who can somehow reverse this process, but if you wait longer than that, you’re stuck forever.

That’s just not how any of that works. Like, at all.

Human bodies fight off foreign invaders (like, for instance, animal DNA injected via viral vector), unless someone is immunocompromised. That’s, like, the whole point of the immune system. There was no mention of immunosuppressants or anything like that to deal with the body’s immune response, and somehow this whole chimera vector thing is in a couple of syringes, max? Plus, bodies don’t just rearrange and grow new organs and bone structures and glands and what have you over the course of hours while someone lies in an abandoned house under a blanket, which is how we witness a couple chimeras “sweating out” their changes. I’m willing to buy some fudged science if it’s at least believable fudged science, and this was definitely not. Oh, and later on a character gets an emergency splice “stacked” onto him, when his first one almost kills him? So theoretically this bigger better one saves him from the first one, which is also just . . . wrong. Like. Why.

In addition to the science being atrocious, it’s also not super well established why people want to be chimeras in the first place? The tagline on the back of the book says “Getting spliced used to be a fashion statement. Now, it’s a death sentence,” but even the “fashion statement” bit isn’t explained super well in text. Most of the chimeras who the MC, Jimi, asks why they wanted to be spliced say something about “getting back to nature” (which humanity has wiped out, basically) and “honoring/remembering the animals we’ve killed,” or something to that extent. Or they just think It’s Neat(TM). The rich kids clearly do it because it’s cool and trendy, but that no longer makes sense given the book’s political climate. There’s an extremist group (a large extremist group) called Humans for Humanity (H4H) trying to get the Genetic Heritage Act (GHA) passed, which means that anyone who’s not 100% human is no longer a person. But there are huge demonstrations and rallies for this thing, and it’s a popular enough idea that chimeras are ostracized. And yet. People. Still. Choose. To get. Spliced. Just cuz it looks cool, basically, is what I got from my read.

So not only did I not buy the fact that people would want to do this to themselves (because it’s always voluntary—no one forces anyone to be a chimera, ever), I also don’t buy the H4H logic and the fact that the GHA ACTUALLY PASSES IN THE STATE OF PENNSYLVANIA IN THIS BOOK. It seems weird to me that what’s essentially an elective body modification surgery can mean that people are no longer people? I feel like it’s one thing if you’ve always been part animal, part human, but these people were literally fully human before the opted for this procedure.

It’s impossible not to understand the Real World Parallels, because this book is incredibly heavy handed: Chimera hate is a stand-in for racism and other types of discrimination (although shout out to the giant YIKES I felt when I actually read the word “homosexuals” with my own two eyeballs in the MC’s narration about other groups a certain mega church has discriminated against), but my issue with that is that it’s a false equivalent. You choose to be a chimera (for whatever awful unexplained Reasons). You don’t choose to be a person of color or queer or neurodivergent or marginalized. Trying to parallel the backlash chimeras face in their quest to be recognized as fully people with the struggles that people of color face Doesn’t Work, period. (This isn’t my lane, by the way, I’m super white, but I’m surprised I didn’t see anything along these lines mentioned in the other reviews I read? So I wanted to at least throw it out there, but I’m by no means an expert. Please listen to people of color.)

In addition to the paralleling not working, it also sets up a nasty “white savior” situation with our MC, Jimi, becoming the Chimera Savior. Jimi is not a chimera. Jimi is the one who miraculously saves the endangered chimeras at the end, and makes a rousing speech on TV about how we all gotta love each other and get along. Jimi saves the day. Which, I get that she’s the MC, but with the paralleling to our own contemporary real world issues . . . yikes. 0/10 do not do, especially when you’re a white man writing a (probably—of course it’s not specified, but her name is actually Dymphna Corcoran, named after an Irish saint, so I’m Guessing) white protagonist.

Other miscellany that’s worth mentioning:

There were at least five (5) references to skeeviness (of the sexual harassment/edging toward narrlowly-avoided assault variety), and one attempted skeevyness on page. Against our 16-year-old girl protag (and one of the referenced ones was when she was a KID ON A PLAYGROUND). I get it, that’s life. As a female-presenting person, trust me I get it. However. Just because it’s life, doesn’t mean I want to read about it in a YA sci-fi thriller that’s not about that sort of thing. It was very jarring, and made my pulse skyrocket every time in panic, and it was borderline creepy to me, because the author is a middle aged man.

Also, holy abuse, Batman. Jimi has one (1) friend, Del, and Del’s cop father is horrifically abusive. Physically violent (and, spoiler, murderously physically violent). Does Jimi or Jimi’s mom (Del’s NEIGHBOR) do anything to get Del out of this house and situation? Nope. Not a thing. Ever. Del just comes running to Jimi’s place when he’s SERIOUSLY INJURED for Jimi to help fix him up so they can share a kiss (their first! They’re best childhood friends but the kiss early on Changes Everything! Ew! Why!), and then start the plot, which is Jimi trying to track down Del before he gets spliced. The abuse is . . . not handled well, or thoughtfully. That’s frustrating and disheartening.

This book is also super info dumpy, especially at the beginning—we’ll be chugging along through (kind of stilted at times) dialogue, and then we’ll get a couple big paragraphs of Jimi explaining the world history, or current political climate (she’s a Very Informed Teenager, okay), or family drama, or whatever, and then we’ll proceed with the chapter. And the timeline is rushed—the whole book happens in like a week? I get that it’s a thriller and it’s supposed to be fast paced, but the plot follows Del 1. Not being a chimera, 2. Becoming a chimera, 3. Running away to a chimera Haven, and 4. Dying when chimera Haven turns out to be a secret hunting ground where people can pay money to track down and shoot chimeras for sport (y i k e s), so naturally he tries to blow up the town nearby and then his dad shoots him and Del’s the only one who gets blown up (double yikes). Oh, but this is all from Jimi’s POV, don’t worry: she’s trying to track down Del and make sure he’s okay this whole time. That’s the plot. I just . . . why. To any of it. To all of it. If you see this cover, like I did, and get excited, please do yourself a favor and put it back on the shelf. You’re not missing anything worth reading.

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[warmau]

{Circus!AU x Monsta X}

someone asked for another monsta x au or all the members, so here ya go!! other monsta x crossover aus: alice in wonderland | androids 

Shownu

strongman

basically does a bunch of strength orientated stunts like breaking a tower of boards in half, bending metal, picking up participants with one hands

swole, standoffish looking, can lift (but the reality is,,,,,he’s a sweet guy who looks out after all the other circus performers)

always tells the danger act performers to be careful and complains that kihyun is getting too skinny

can lift like,,,,,six kids at once and they just hang off his arms

kids always call him ‘tree guy’ or ‘big building’ and shownu is like,,,,,,,yes. that’s me

gets to wear one of those tanktops that show off the Arms and,,,,,,a lot of people stare. like a lot

shownu’s oblivious to it

just like you assume he’s oblivious to you,,,,one of the circus makeup artists

you know that to keep up his strength shownu eats a lot more than the average person

so you always make a habit of giving him healthy snacks when you see him

and shownu is always like,,,he does the soft smile that smushes his face up and makes you melt

and is like thank you! you’re so kind!

and minhyuk is like where is my snack and ur like,,,,,,,it’s just for shownu,,,,

and everyone is like of course ;) it’s just for ;) shownu ;) cuz you ;) like him ;)

and you’re not even TRYING to be subtle about it like you basically have heart eyes when he comes around,,,but you’re also like shownu will never know

because he’s super bad at reading signals

but one afternoon as you’re getting ready to do makeup shownu drops by and hands you a crepe from one of the foodtrucks 

and you’re like oh! this is my favorite kind how did you know

and shownu is like,,,,ive seen u look cute and happy eating it before,,,,

and you’re like ohh wow- wait did you just call me cute?!??!

and shownu goes red and he’s like “y-yes,,,,i like you i thought it was obvious but-”

and you’re like WHAT I LIKE YOU?? it wAS SO OBVIOUS TOO

and you’re both staring at each other in shock,,,,before breaking into nervous embarrassed laughter

but it’s cute you guys make a plan for a little date after the circus performance tonight

maybe go,,,,get something to eat? hehe

bonus: you’re like he asked me out and everyone is so happy but then kihyun is like his hand is like ten times the size of yours how r u going to hold it and everyone is like kihyun shUTTUP

Hyungwon

magician 

his whole act has a sarcastic undertone where he’s like “i bet you all think im using a mirror for this trick to deceive you because magic isn’t real blah blah blah well you’re WRO- right. completely right.”

wonho once observed that hyungwon is the most,,,uninterested magician he’s ever met

hyungwon: yeah. but im good at what i do right?

wonho: well-

hyungwon pulling a dollar from behind wonho’s ear: you were saying?

wonho in awe: :O 

he does all the basics; card tricks, disappearing acts, floating acts, slicing people in half, coin tricks, you name it - he can do it

likes getting into arguments with participants 

like he’ll pull someone up and they’ll be like 

“i know this is all fake” 

and he’s like

“it is, and yet here you are - paying to see it.”

you’re one of his assistants for the trick where he saws you in half and everytime you practice it before

hyungwon is like so lazy about it but ur like hey hey this is my liFE

even if it is just a ‘trick’ of the eye,,,there’s still dangerous things involved and hyungwon swinging the damn saw around is like “it’s fine im a pro!”

but once he really does give you a big scare,,,and you get mad because like

he can be as sarcastic and as uncaring as he wants,,,but you wish he’d at least show some empathy toward you

someone who he’s worked with for a long time

and,,,,usually you get over it but you can’t

and hyungwon finds you outside of the circus grounds and he’s like 

“hey,,,,,” and tries to do something like pull a flower from behind your collar but you’re not having it

and he’s like

“i know,,,you think i don’t care but you mean a lot to me. ill even throw away the stupid cutting in half act if it makes you feel safer,,,” 

this makes you turn,,,hyungwon is usually hellbent on keeping things the same - it makes it easier

“i,,it’s fine i just wish you would be more careful - i mean,,,i don’t want to die hyungwon.”

he gives you a small smile and your heart skips a beat

“id never let you die,,,,,id pull out all the magic inside me to save you.”

you:,,,,,,,,,,,that’s corny. i didn’t know you had it in you

hyungwon holding your hand now: don’t tell anyone - you know i have dirt on you too.

Wonho:

firebreathing 

don’t tell him he can breath fire because he’s so smoking hot - he’s heard that one before

but his act does include breathing fire while shirtless,,,,so 

cool tattoo of a dragon on his chest,,you know,,,to go with the ‘firebreather’ aesthetic

everyone always leaves thinking he’s some badass who breaks hearts or whatever

but again,,,he’s nothing like that. the most badass thing about wonho is his firebreathing everything else is like 

him being friendly to animals and getting spooked by the shittiest pranks kihyun and minhyuk pull

whenever someone is being annoying hyungwon is always like wonho - breath fire on them 

and wonho is like hyungwon,,,i can’t do that you know that

he’s cute and he’s like safety first! when it comes to fire

you’re a standby EMT that sometimes works with the circus when they’re in town

and if there’s any act that makes you super nervous - it’s firebreathing/eating

because so so so so many things can go wrong

and so when wonho performs you’re always on edge, sweating in anticipation

there’s a moment where wonho seems to wince in pain and you damn near run out onto the stage

but it’s just a false call

and you think that if something really bad was to happen,,,,you’d probably faint

and you attribute it to the fact that like well,,,you know,,,it’s scary to watch someone risk their health like that

but your fellow EMT is like “when are you gonna tell the hot fire guy you like him”

and you’re like WHAT,,,,,i,,,,dont like wonho,,,,,,,like that

“like what?”

you turn, almost getting whiplash to look into wonho’s smiling eyes

“oh - i just,,, well-”

your fellow EMT clears their throat “they like you”

“WHAT DID YO-”

wonho goes “oh! im flattered, they’re pretty cute too!”

you turn back like huh wait what’s going on

“take them out sometime?”

“ok, i will. do you want to go out sometime?”

your head almost snaps off as you look back and forth but then you’re also nodding,,,because a date with wonho would be nice

(plus you could teach him some fire safety tricks because that would ease your heart)

bonus: you’re letting wonho look at your EMT tools and he like presses your hand to his chest and is like “what’s my heartbeat like?” and you almost die he’s so cute

Minhyuk & Jooheon

acrobatics 

minhyuk also specializes in contortion while jooheon can do trampoline tricks

most of the time though they work together to do balancing acts 

and boy do they ,,,,,, not match AT ALL

it’s amazing - their personalities are nothing alike and they’re always mocking each other but when it comes down to it they can do amazing things together

but minhyuk is always snorting at the fact that jooheon gets an act where he just “jumps” around

and jooheon is like just because you were born without joints or whatever doesnt mean your better than me

minhyuk: I HAVE JOINTS THEYRE JUST SOFT

shownu is always getting inbetween them so they dont like,,,kill each other

but it’s like a switch - when it’s time to perform they deliever

and have super great coordination 

no one gets it,,,,but it works

minhyuk is always pushing for more bright colored leotards and jooheon is like please jesus no 

that one time they dyed their hair blonde and hyungwon called them ‘egg twins’

but yeah,,,you sometimes also work with them - even though your main act is trapeze 

and minhyuk is always like ,,,,,,,,,,,,, hey if you ever need a trapeze partner ;)

and jooheon is like they’d choose me - obviously, i do flying work too

minhyuk: JUMPING is not trapeze 

jooheon: bite me

bur if you pick minhyuk it’s like he wants to do this super duper hard, fancy trick and you’re like i ,,, dont think you can

and minhyuk is like it’s fine!!!! i wanna make sure we do something AMAZING

and you’re like minh-

but he’s already getting excited

and OF COURSE he hurts himself, you blink and he slips off the launch board onto the netting and twists his damn ankle and you’re like ill go get the medic from the tent

and as minhyuk is getting it bandages,,,,looking shyly down away from you

you’re like WHY did you do that

and he’s like,,,,,,,he mumbles something

but when you get closer you hear its him going ‘i wanted to impress you’

and you pull back,,,embarrassed like o - oh 

but also how,,,,stupidly adorable,,,fine you’ll take care of him and his dumb twisted ankle 

if you agree to do it with jooheon he’s super excited about having you guys incorporate trampoline too

and you’re like i just need you to throw me off this bar and catch me

and he’s like,,,,,,,,,ok,,,,,,i can do that 

but also ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, god hes bad at trapeze

it’s like he has all this coordination with minhyuk but he’s been working with him for yEARS

and you’re just like hey jooheon it’s ok we can try again

but he’s totally beating himself up about not being good enough and having to practice till her arms break yadda yadda

and you just go “it’s ok,,,,,,,,,it’s OK”

and he’s like the show is RUINED

and you’re like “pleASE it’s not, ok you know what? let’s do the trampoline idea ok”

jooheon’s eyes suddenly shining: r-really??!?!?

you in your head: holy shit he looks so cute

you: yes, fine we can jump around

jooheon: its NOT jumping around

but also jooheon kinda loves the idea of just jumping around on a trampoline,,,,holding your hand too,,,,,,,,,,,

Kihyun

ringmaster 

micromanages literally everyone and everything

like his job is to lead the show, make some funny comments, be charming

which comes naturally to him

and yet he’s out here trying to figure out which shade of eyeshadow the makeup artists are going to use for the show three weeks from now

also you know he’s like “shownu are you practicing? want to pick me up with one hand for practice reasons?

shownu: you just want me to pick you up don’t you

kihyun’s tiny butt: no,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

looks cute in the top hat that’s part of his costume

wore the cape for sometime but some little kid was like that’s corny so kihyun trashed it and says NO ONE better bring it up

you’re not even part of the circus team,,,you’re actually a manger - you just make bookings and stuff

but kihyun,,,,,,loves to know everything,,,,,,,,,so you see him a lot

and sure he asks a lot of questions but you think it’s pretty adorable that he cares so much

so you’re always like excited to answer questions

and kihyun always gets super flustered because you’re the one person who seems to really really want to listen to what he has to say

so you’ll answer him with the biggest energy

and kihyun is also a big energy

and he’s just like blushy all of a sudden because you’re standing so close to him

and showing him the planner for the next week of show

and he’s just like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,

one time you’re both talking about doing a holiday special 

and kihyun suddenly goes “,,,,,,do,,,,,,,,,,did you remember my cape?”

and you’re like AH the red velvet one??? i miss it you should wear it!!!!

and kihyun is just like

that’s it,,,,they’re the one

“can i kiss you?”

“sure - wait what?”

kihyun, blushing but also ready to kiss you: is it ok?

you,,,,,,,,looking around to make sure no one is going to come into the office,,,,,,,,,,,, “go ahead”

you guys kiss and it’s soft because,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,you’re both so excited and jittery but also,,,,,,,,,,

you should have kissed like way way before 

bonus: kihyun stops micromanaging because he spends all his free time with you,,,,,,,,,hehe

Changkyun

sword swallowing/knife throwing

how did he get into that? no one knows

kihyun is convinced changkyun was just born you know,,,,,,chaotic 

he always wears the same fitted white shirt and vest,,,always this victorian air

and he looks so apathetic when he’s you know,,,,,,,shoving steel down his throat,,,risking death every second

the common question is,,,,aren’t you scared?

and changkyun just shrugs like nah. it’s not that scary when you’ve been doing it since you were a kid

someone: you’ve been eating swords since you were a kid

changkyun: ,,,,,,,, anyway the weathers bad

his knife throwing is also super scary,,,,,but not for like changkyun ,,,,, for the assistant and audience 

because the audience is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he,,,,,,he looks like he isn’t even tRYING to aim

but the assistant 

who happens to be you

looks terrified (and you’re not because you know how good changkyun is) only because it has to be entertaining

and everytime after the show 

like people come in hoards to ask the same question, have you ever been hurt? has he ever cut you by accident?

and you’re kinda like,,,,,,,,oh no but we’ve had heartwrenching slipups!!! or whatever just to keep the suspense

when in reality changkyun ,,,, if he knew something was off would be the first person to force you not to do the act

and it’s kind of funny,,,,changkyun comes off as this emotionless danger stunt guy

when in reality,,,,,with you,,,,he’s different

not only is he more expressive but he’s incredibly affectionate

he loves hugging you from behind while you’re helping unpack the equipment

or giving you little shoulder kisses

because,,,,,,,i know it’s a cliche but he’s the knife thrower and you’re dating him and don’t even fight me on this it’s a cute concept

every now and then changkyun will be like “should i try to eat an even BIGGER sword?”

and you have your full trust in it but you’re like please for the love of god just stick to the standard

also,,,,,you know like i was saying the semi-victorian getup is kinda a turn on like amiright 

also your boyfriend can literally throw a knife with the aim of a god,,,,,somehow that’s also a turn on 

but also i imagine ur the only person who gets to see the great, aim perfect changkyun miss his mouth with the spoon when you guys are eating ceral together in the morning

and u have to kiss him cuz he gets grumpy about it hehe 

#monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x au #shownu imagines #monsta x shownu scenario #wonho scenarios #wonho imagines #hyungwon scenarios #hyungwon imagines #minhyuk imagines #minhyuk scenarios #jooheon imagines #jooheon scenarios #kihyun imagines #kihyun scenarios #changkyun imagines #changkyun scenarios #im scenarios #im imagines #monsta x #sfw #knives/ #monstax

[mygiantesslove]

Christmas Eve at My Cousins Feet

Unknowingly Captured

December 27th 7:58 am

The shoes you were in were your big sis's buffalo sneakers, so unless someone else decided to wear her shoes you were pretty sure you were about to be flattened underneath your older sisters bare sole. It was so much longer and wider than Bianca's sole but it lost that cute appeal your younger cousins foot had. In less than 2 seconds Jennifer finished inserting her foot into its shoe home and walked upstairs.

Bianca was so busy texting and playing Line Rider that she never even noticed her older cousin put on the shoes you were inside of until she walked back up the stairs. Bianca's eyes widened with both surprise and fear and she said

"Oh crap! Jake was in those shoes! What am I going to do? What am I going to do? If Jennifer finds him she might try to grow him back to normal and then I'll be in deep shit if my parents found out that I'm the one who shrunk him. I gotta get him back somehow?"

(Recap on Jennifer. She's Very skinny but she has DD breast size and you think they might have grown to DDD over the course of the last few days.  How they expanded that much in such a short amount of time is a mystery to you.  Her butt isn't too big, but she still has a perfect sized, round booty.  Very tall with an average tan and her brown hair goes all the way down her back. Doesn't like to wash her clothes and loves the snow. Not the cheerleader type, kind of sporty, but now lounges around the house a lot. Good natured and gentle at heart. If she found you she would help you grow back to your original size.)

Bianca ran upstairs but didn't see her busty relative anywhere.  She looked in her room, but it was empty. Then she heard the car start in the garage and looked out the window to see her aunt's car pulling out of the driveway.

Jennifer walked out to the entrance to the Garage and got into her parent's car.  Today she would be spending the day at the shopping outlets trying on new lingerie and blouses. All the while she would have you under her foot smelling her feet and she would never know she was trapping her little brother under her moist sole. That is not until she came back home.

It was weird being underneath your older sisters feet. They didn't Look the same as Bianca's.  They didn't Smell the same as Bianca's. They didn't Feel the same as Bianca's either.  Jennifers' feet were much larger from her toes down to her heels. They also had a different smell to them. Not bad but.....different. The skin on her foot was also a little bit rougher. Bianca's feet were the perfect size for a females foot, had a more desirable aroma and her skin was oh so soft. You hated to admit it, but you missed Bianca's feet. But you didn't want to think like that anymore. Now that there was a chance of freedom, you had to make yourself think like a normal person again and focus on happy thoughts like your big sis finding you and unshrinking you somehow?

The whole day went by with Jennifer and her new comfy insole in her buffalo sneakers while Bianca sat nervously at home and worried that her cuz might've have found her shrunken sibling and already brought him to the Hospital or the Police. It was the loneliest her feet had ever been since the day before Christmas.

December 27th 4:02 pm

At the end of the day, Jennifer returned to her Aunts house with you still securely underneath the ball of her foot. since Jennifer's feet had sweat more than Bianca's this was easily you're worst experience underneath a lady's foot. Jen noticed there was something in her shoe and was eager to get upstairs to check it out. She went to the bathroom so she wouldn't be disturbed and took off her buffalo sneakers and emptied it out over the sink. If you had fallen out you would've fallen down the drain and then no one would've found you. Fortunately, her foot sweat caused you to stick to her insole and she was having a hard time trying to shake you out of her shoe.

"Dammit!  Why won't this thing come out?  It felt so good I want to know what it is?"

With one final shake, the sweat that glued you to her shoe separated from you and her insole and you were finally free from her footwear. But now you were careening head first into two round globes and you really hoped you weren't gonna take another trip inside her asscrack. Luckily, you had avoided another date with her anus and instead had fallen into her bosom. Her cleavage seemed like a welcome change compared to all the other places you had been In and On your family's bodies. Jennifers tits were so huge she didn't even notice or feel your minuscule body enter her bra and then being squeezed between her massive melons. She walked out of the room with her younger brother being crushed by her boobs, while Bianca hurried in the bathroom to look for missing footslave in her cousin's sneakers.

"No, where'd he go? Did Jennifer find him already? If she found him then she's gonna tell my mom and dad. But why didn't she scream when she saw her sibling shrunken so small? Maybe she didn't find him yet or maybe he's still stuck on her body somewhere. I better go check it out."

Jennifer sat down at the kitchen table and started to make herself a sandwich and a little snack. Meanwhile, Bianca was spying on her elder cousin from the hallway and you were still being smashed between her breasts, but slowly making progress in escaping your titty torment. Somehow you had made your way to her nipple and thought of pinching them, but more then likely Jennifer would smack her boob first and you would be splattered all over her areola. Eventually, you slipped out of her cleavage, down her chest and slid down her stomach. You grabbed onto her belly button before you fell into her panties because if you had gone down there you were sure to have slipped inside her pussy somehow? You've already had your fill of being shoved into women's vagina's now was the time to play it safe in Jennifer's abdomen. Burrowing into your sister's navel you think on how to get her attention. But there's always that weird voice in your head that says

"Stay as Bianca's foot slave. You'll never be found by your family. They don't even love you. Why do you think they haven't searched for you yet? It's much safer going back to serving your teenage cousins feet. She deserves to be treated like a goddess."

Even though you were starting to like becoming your cousins footslave, the main reason why you did it was to not go crazy from being owned by a spoiled teenage brat. You had to admit the smell of her feet was getting nicer, but you wanted to live a normal life and go to college next semester.

5 minutes inside the cavern of your sister's belly button had gotten you no ideas and that voice was getting stronger. From outside the bottom of her sweater, the kitchen counter below looked pretty close and you jumped out of her shirt and hoped to get her attention while she was making her lunch. You fell about 10 meters (Your POV) before bracing yourself for a hard landing. What you thought was going to be a knee shattering experience was actually a pleasant splash into a wet, gooey blob. It was a pinkish purple color and the circular walls surrounding you were the purest white. From outside your plastic container, you looked up and saw Bianca approach Jennifer.

"Hey, Jenny. did you happen to feel ummmm....something strange under your foot when you left the house this morning?"

"Yeah, Why? What did you put in my shoes, you little twerp?"

"Oh uh, it wasn't on purpose! ya see I was walking past everyone's shoes with my favorite doll in my hand from when I was a child and I think I dropped it in someones shoe. I checked them all, even Trixie's blech, but the only ones that weren't there were your shoes, so I guess he, I mean it, fell inside your pair of buffaloes before you went out to the mall."

"Oh yeah. That's okay.  I thought I felt something pleasantly rubbing against my foot today.  Guess it was your kid's toy, but when I emptied out my shoe, nothing came out."

"Are you sure?"

Yeah, I'll show you. I emptied it out just like this." Jen picks up a closed bag of salad lettuce and imitates how she emptied her shoe right over her breasts.

"So you emptied it right over your boobs?"

"Hey, maybe it fell in there! I never notice what slips in and out of these hooters."

Jennifer pulled her shirt out and started to lift her breasts up and down and left and right, but no sign of Bianca's Boytoy was found. Out of desperation and thinking of the possibility that Jennifer was hiding her foot slave on her, Bianca took drastic measures and stuck her hand down the busty brunette's shirt.

"Hey get your hand out of there!  I already told you it's not there. Hey, let go of that."

While you watched the hot scene unfold before your very eyes, you barely noticed that the yogurt cup you were in was slowly sliding away from the two bickering girls.

#giantess #g/t #g/t writing

[bapyess1r]

The Adventure; Chapter 1

Yahra’s P.o.V

I’m pricey,

I gotta check from my head to my toe- das Nike...

One look was all it took. Just one. His eyes locked into mine and never left. A soft smirk played across my face as my eyes narrowed. I held the rather large bottle by its neck as I turned around to face my friend, Ryu. She threw an arm over my shoulder as she glanced at the man I exchanged glances with and grinned.

“If you don’t leave here with at least his number, I swear to god I’m disowning you.” She shouted in my ear. I wrinkled my nose as my eyes shut in the midst of my laughter. I was too drunk to give a fuck and too high to be shy. I nodded and she grabbed my hand, twirling me around until my back faced her. We pressed against each other sensually, my hand sliding down her fishnet clad thigh and hers running beneath my white leather jacket and down the sides of my tight black cut out dress. Her hands rested on my hips as she ground into me, each thrust I would stare at him with vicious intent to seduce. The bass deafening the atmosphere around me, lasers cutting through the air. He stared at me with his eyes drunk in not only lust but also curiosity. His tongue darted over his lower lip before biting into it and sinking lower into his seat, his chest rising and falling dramatically. I smiled as my hand graced Ryu’s face until we were cheek to cheek. My iridescent boots shone multiple colors in the strobe lights as I stepped to the rhythm. I turned and began to pour a bit of the contents from the bottle into her mouth. I still held his attention. As the song changed I began to empty the remains of the alcohol and walk towards the bar near my friend Carlito sat casually arguing with his wife, Brianne.

“What is it this time?” I asked with a chuckle.

“He says that I don’t care about him enough to get shit done around the house and that I’m not serious enough about our marriage.” Brianne rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her Jack and coke. I groaned, pulling a silver piece of hair over my ear and adjusted my hat.

“She doesn’t! I always do the cooking-“

“Do I not help?” She retorted, interrupting him.

“She does,” I acknowledged waving for the bartender's attention as Carlito��s thick brows furrowed. “Aye, can I get another bottle of peppermint schnapps? Thanks.”

“It’s been a week since we’ve moved in and nothing is unpacked!” He frowned.

“To be fair, y’all did just move into your house like….last week and she’s had to work a bunch. Everyone in the house has been working and/or actively job hunting.” I said.

“Yahra, I love you but can you be on my side just once?!” He said running his hands through his thin dark hair.

“I am only on the side of the truth.” I smiled as I received my bottle and attempted to grab both Carlito and Brianne’s hands in my free hand to lead them to the dance floor where Xada, Ryu, and Pernell resided. We resumed dancing and all that. I was really getting into it now as my favorites began to play and I got sillier in the company of my friends, suddenly forgetting that I was trying to impress someone. I gently tapped the sweat away from my face as to not mess up the strategically placed glittering star freckles. I felt one move and panicked so I plotted a course to the bathroom to fix it quickly. But I had to pass the V.I.P section where he sat. Jay Park. It wasn’t like I was purposely trying to catch him. It just happened that way. Ever since the middle of his set, we had been exchanging looks and it carried on into the after party. After alerting my lady friends, I took a deep breath and walked the best I could by him, side eyeing him until he was out of sight, my posse behind me. My heart dropped three inches as I made my way to a mirror. My girls teased me as I admired my star freckles. They were indeed still in place. I sighed heavily and grabbed a paper towel to dab my sweat with.

“So…..I’m all for touching your boobs and shit but I need you to make a move immediately.” Ryu reiterated.

“I second that.” Brianne nodded, stirring her drink and taking a sip before adjusting her curly black hair.

“I will eventually but like….that’s Jay Park. This isn’t like approaching some random dude-“

“Oh no, honey, but it is! He’s just a dude who’s insanely good at singing. That’s all. You’re also insanely good at singing. There’s no difference between the two of you but gender.” Ryu said, fixing my hair.

“And probably age.” Brianne added.

“And ethnicity.” Ryu also added.

“And height.” Brianne continued, causing me to chuckle a bit.

“I guess. I’ll try. Just gimme a minute cuz I’m bad at talking to guys. All my cool goes away when I talk to attractive people.” I panicked a bit, reapplying my black lipstick. “Ok. Let us return. I hear a bop.”

The bass thumped and I attempted to dance my way back to the dance floor when a tattooed hand grabbed my arm. I inhaled sharply, caught off guard when I noticed who the hand belonged to. A radiant smile greeted me and I returned the blessing nervously.

“Jay! Hi!” I exclaimed excitedly, unintentionally squealing. He chuckled as he brought his lips to my ear.

I look at you so deep in your eyes,

I touch more and more and more every time….

“Hi! I figured I should say something to you now. I’ve stared at you long enough.” He said in an effortlessly smooth voice, even above the music. I giggled nervously. My friends joked on me from afar as they gravitated to the rest of the group. I attempted to relax myself by popping my chest to the rhythm of Beyoncé’s greatness. “Are you having a good time tonight?”

“I am. It’s been the best….night….” I replied suddenly getting lost in his eyes. I took a big swig from the bottle and I began to feel lighter and a little less timid. I could feel the boldness building up again.

“Whatchu drinkin?” He laughed. I smiled in his face as confidently as possible.

“Peppermint Schnapps. That’s why my breath doesn’t smell bad.” I said, mentally scolding myself afterwards. But he laughed genuinely.

“Never has that before. Mind if I taste?” He asked.

“You tryna kiss me already, Park Jaebum?!” I joked. His cheeks flushed pink.

“I meant from the bottle, silly.” He laughed. I nodded and allowed him to sip from the bottle. His face puckered up and he exhaled sharply. “How are you still standing? I feel like I just drank a York patty!”

“Maybe if I put it in a chocolate shake it would taste just like one….” I thought out loud.

“Oooo, that sounds real good.” He narrowed his eyes and nodded in approval.

“So are you just posted up in V.I.P tonight or are you to weak to party after a show?” I teased lightly. He side eyed me for a brief moment and chuckled. He seemed to take it as a challenge and he didn’t look like the type to back down from a challenge. He held out a hand for me to take and I took it as I lead him from V.I.P to the dance floor to my friends. They cheered for him and so did a crowd of people around us as a new song dropped and began to vibe along with the rest of us. Soon, his crew joined him; Gray, Simon, Loco, Cha Cha… Jay and I danced closer and closer through each song and he grabbed my hand and turned me around until his arm was wrapped around me shoulders. He did not drop his drink and I did not drop my bottle. I refilled his cup when it was empty and took sips for myself. The colors of the lights and the smiles of the people began to run together into a big ol’ mess of intensity. We took snaps and posed for the gram as anyone would do upon an evening of epicness. We had a good time together and soon after, I wasn’t nervous to be in his presence. Talking to him was a whole other story.

I remember,

You told me to call you by 1 but I wasn’t thinkin,

I was just out with my friends, talkin and drinkin….

The club lights came on, signaling the night to be over and as always, everyone was disappointed. Nobody wanted the night to end. Everyone ran out of the club and it was time for us to part. I dreaded this. I hung my head as he held my hand on the way out. My friends stood away from the two of us and attempted to drunk order an Uber. “I guess it’s time now!” I exclaimed trying not to sound too sad about leaving even though I was completely devastated. I tried to get a guy and to no avail….

“Nah…” He said softly, barely loud enough for me to hear above the noise of people filing out of the club. He smiled and acknowledged the fans that called out to him before turning to me again. “I’m not ready for you to go home just yet…” he smirked, his thumb rubbing over my hand gently. I looked at the ground trying my best not to blush but failing. He bent down to try and catch my gaze and grinned. “Are you hungry at all? Maybe we could catch a post-party meal?”

“Park Jaebum, are you asking me out?” I chuckled.

“If you’ll have me.” He said shyly.

‘Can you imagine it? Me...making Jay Park blush…..well damn….’ I thought smiling.

“I’d love to. Just uh….one sec….” I said turning to pick out my friends from the crowd that suddenly appeared. When I spotted them, I waved and shouted. “You guys go on home! I’m gonna stay out a little longer!” I shouted.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Yahra!” Pernell shouted teasing me.

“Use protection!” Brianne smiled.

“Guys, c’mon! What the fuck!” I exclaimed blushing like mad as Jay laughed, busting a gut. I covered my face with a hand as he laughed at me and I hit him playfully. “I am so sorry about my friends.”

“No no, they’re funny. They seem like they’d be great to be around.” He said.

“Yeah…. I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like. They live on the east side of the country. Pernell is my roommate and I have another one that you didn’t get to meet tonight- he was out with his boyfriend- but he’s great.”

“Oh ok coo-“

“Jay! Let’s go man. We’re headed back to the hotel.” Cha Cha said from the window of the giant black Escalade.

“Woah…” I accidentally said aloud. Jay giggled at me once more.

“You guys go ahead. We’re gonna grab some grub. I’ll be over soon.” He said, linking his arm in mine and I continued to blush.

“Alright man. Lemme know when you get in.” He smiled before winking at me and the car drove off.

With that we began to start part two of the night.

“So what are you hungry for?” He asked.

“Honestly, I got my mouth tuned up for like…..a Big Mac meal….”

“That sounds genius.”

“Maybe we can get it to go, grab a case of beer from the corner store and just chill for a while?”

“You are, indeed, a genius.”

#jay park #nyane lebajoa #woc #fanfic #jay park reactions #jay park masterlist #jay park fanfiction #aomg #aomg jay park #aomg masterlist #aomg reactions #poc kpop fans #khiphop #kpop smut #jay park smut #aomg smut #smut #jay park scenarios

[charmspoint]

I know you said they don't have a concrete story yet, but would you be ok with telling us more about Zan and Ghost? They seem really interesting

Anon you don't know what you unleashed its like past 1am here but I could talk about them forever.

This is gonna be under the cut because nobody has to be subjected to this.

General quick point: Both of these started off as bnha oc's but then reached that point where I was like 'yeah, I want them in their own story' so rn their powers are just powers with no wider context since I aint got that story

I'm gonna start with Zan cuz he's older by creation and my fav oc atm. For him we have TW's of child abuse and neglect, familial death, trauma, drug abuse, depression and anxiety, though I'll be running through this points as quickly and non graphically as I can cuz...I'm not gonna make you read my thesis so it should be fine.

His full legal name is Kazuya Moriyama but he goes by Zan Mori, he's 24. Zan was created to be two things 1. Character design with a fully body tattoo 2. Someone to use a power I came up with but didn't match with a character yet.

Here's that power, yes I have a copy paste off it:

Nightmare fuel is a power that terrorizes everyone, including its user. Zan’s sweat contains a special kind of chemical that when smelled causes mild to severe hallucinations, paranoia and other fear responses by interacting with victims brain chemistry. However, this chemical is only contained in sweat that he produces as a result of fear so, for example if he goes running in the gym, nothing bad will happen. The strength of the power depends on how much Zan himself is afraid and how much sweat he is producing. A weak dose will only result in sense of unease, a feeling of being watched, escalating through general paranoia, with its worst manifestation being complete loss of touch with reality and intense hallucinations. It's odorless and since it’s a chemical can be stored for later use. The last stages of it are very hard to reach because they require for Zan to be at similar levels of severe distress. It affects him as well, often resulting in endless loop of him being afraid, activating his power because of his fear, the power causing more intense fear and so on.

So here is where we start to build.

Zan's backstory hinges on him developing this power very early on in his life, as a result of mutation that his parents were not ready for. Kids get scared of things, a lot, especially when their own power feeds back into that fear. His family quickly spiraled from it, going from trying to figure out how to help him to neglecting him to dying very bloodily in front of him as a result of the constant psychological distress. After that he was cycled through different foster and youth homes with pretty similar result before striking it on his own basically as soon as he could.

Zan's main motivation is to find a way to get rid of his power. He hates it, hates what it represents and how it essentially stripped away his ability to connect with anyone. He doesn't control it, he doesn't activate it, it simply happens to him whenever he gets distressed and as someone with deep seated anxiety caused by that very same power, he gets distressed a lot.

He self-medicates. He self medicates a lot. I don't really have the world planned out but it's very much a world where powers are a new thing and the society just doesn't have systems in place to catch people like Zan. So he basically keeps himself high as much as he can, to numb himself out so he doesn't feel anything so he doesn't get scared so his power doesn't get activated.

When I created Zan, I expected him to be a very jaded, angry, abrasive character and in some ways he is. He's very slow to trust and tends to keep away from people. His first instinct is to mock and insult, he dresses like an emo reject, he's absolutely covered in tattoos, he's a dark humored pessimist and just not the kind of person you want to be around for long. He's also probably one of the most empathic characters I have on the roster atm. He's like, a natural big brother. Any kids younger then him, fuck older than him but awkward and unsure, he's instantly adopting. Fuck everything else, his kids now, he'll make them lunch and make sure they get to school. Zan is more so abrasive out of need than out of actual malice or bad attitude. He does want to be close to people he just knows how that always ends so keeping away is a lot safer. He is genuinely very loving and soft when he lets himself be. He's not great about advice but he's a good listener and the type to throw everything on the backburner to come and help a friend out. He is inherently kind, he just doesn't allow himself to be so very often, unless someone damn well takes a chisel and digs it out of him.

Fun fact time:

He's got a knack for painting and idolizes Van Gogh

He's got a cat named Shikei who he picked up after it got run over by a car, it likes only him and wants to see the rest of humanity burn

Here are his established tattoos, yes I have a copy paste for that too:

Full body tattoo in shape of a jungle of thorns crawling over his entire body, save most of his face. The whole piece is done in eerie, cold colors, with a sudden splash of warmer color here and there, the thorns themselves being colored in misty and muted blues and greens. Over his heart, there is a tattoo of a birds nest, but the nest is breaking apart, suffocated by the thorns clustering around it and breaking into it, its branches drenched in blood, the baby birds in it barely even noticeable. Along the length of his spine and over the width of his hips an ornate cross of st. peter is painted, also crumbling, red spider lilies breaking through the frail rock. His shoulder blades are covered in sunflowers, strikingly bright on the cold surface of the thorns and painted in Van Gogh style. There is a chain of daisies lines across his neck and down to his chest, covering an old scar and a tiny ring of roses over his ring finger. On the nape of his neck, two butterflies are pinned by the thorns, appearing to still be alive and in agony as their bodies are pierced. A silver snake slithers through the thorns on his right arm, though its shade helps it blend in with the color of thorns, it’s body a tiny bit coiled, considering should it strike or not. On the back of his left hand there is a tiny leaf bug, trying to hide amidst the bare thorns and on the outer shell of his ear, mostly hidden from view by his head, is a ladybug, wings spread like it is about to fly away. A swarm of blue butterflies paint the silhouette of his lungs across his skin and two koi fishes circle each other endlessly on his hip. In thorns climbing up and down his neck, there are tiny fireflies, just barely bright enough to be seen. Two thin thorn branches separate themselves from the cluster on his neck and climb across his temples, their thorns appearing to be piercing through his skin and letting blood flow.

The tattoo is still in progress.

This was the brief summary.

Ghost! Ghost is a lot newer than Zan, I only made them at the start of this year so they are a lot less detailed but they hit the ground running. Their tw are mostly prostitution and existentialist feelings but I'm not getting into anything in detail.

Their full name is Ghostown Verb and yes they did name themselves that. They are 27 and their power is Forget me not, as I said previously, as soon as they are out of someone's line of sight, to that person it's like they never existed. The memories of meeting them return as soon as they are back in the field of vision but uhh you can see how it would be super easy to lose a child like that.

Ghost grew up on the street in a kind of do whatever you can when you can how you can attitude. Turns out it's really hard to get help from anyone when they can't remember you as soon as they stop looking at you, which includes but is not limited to social workers, well meaning passerby, police, foster homes and landlords. The name and face for the paperwork doesn't exist and people just find themselves grasping at nothing, feeling like they are forgetting something but not knowing what it is. It works in some ways, shoplifting is a lot easier when you're sure that you can just turn a corner and be safe, but it's mostly just a hassle. Ghost is homeless most of the time and when they were old enough for it their career of choice became prostitution simply because it's pretty much the only job where the customer doesn't need to remember you after they're no longer looking at you and it's not like Ghost has to answer to any boss who would have to either.

They had not had a kind life but they are the let and let live type. They don't stress a lot about things and generally take everything in a fly. They are very extroverted, very loud, very friendly. They form friendships fast because they know they'll lose them fast and same goes with love affairs. They live in the moment because for everyone else the moment is the only place where they exist. Loud fashion, loud words, loud actions, provocative and noticeable, they just want to be seen by people, remembered by people, they want the attention on them even though they know it's useless. Much like Zan they also have no control of their power so all they can do is live with it. At least it doesn't bring anyone any direct harm, they are grateful for that much.

But it does leave them displaced, unanchored. They don't have any support system, no family, no long term friends. The system can't even remember them for long enough to decide it isn't equipped to deal with them. They flitter through peoples lives, there one moment and gone the next. The biggest impact they can hope to have is the nagging feeling of having forgotten something.

It's not like they are exactly sad about it, their main mentality is just not to worry about things they can't change. These are the cards they've been dealt with and play those cards they shall. At the very least they are having fun with their life, doing whatever they want with no one remembering them long enough to stop them.

But it's a lonely existence with no viable human connection. That much does get to them.

Fun facts!

They have a tattoo of a forget-me-not on their shoulder, I haven't decided do they have it before the plot whatever it is starts, or do they get it cuz Zan's influence.

They like to make their own clothes when they can, though having a stable enough place to be for a long enough time is rare.

Their biggest fear is that when they die nobody will remember to look for their body :)

That was a brief rundown of these two! If you made it to the end damn congrats I love you

#anon #oc talk #I CAN TALK A VERY LONG TIME ABOUT MY OCS THIS ISNT EVEN THE DEEP DIVE #it might look like i like ghost less cuz i got way less for them but bls remember that zan is like....fuck like 3-4 years old #probs 3 as he is #4 if we count the thrown away beta design #ghost was born in February this year he's not even a full year old what a baby #ahhhh but anyway thank you for asking im always super excited to talk about my ocs #thank you for letting me geek out!!!! #i am NOT going to spell check all of that rn its almost 3am if i wrote something badly you'll have to live with it #zan mori #ghostown verb #they should have their own tags they deserve it #zan #ghost

[visforvengeance]

Reggie x SP x OC: Fingers Crossed -Smut sorta-

Requested by: @rocsahlt

Summary: Hey I was wondering if you could do a one shot or a series where the reader was from the south side or is family with someone from the south side (like Toni’s cousin or something) and both reggie and sweat pea like her and she’s the only person who doesn’t judge the south side but is from the north side (so she goes to school with the gang and is friends with b and v and everyone) and you could add smut too

Notes: this is like my first actual story since my long assssssss break. It’s gonna be a poly relationship between the reader, Reggie, and SP. Now it’s up to you which Reggie you guys want. I’m doing this based off of S2 Reggie, cuz daddy. You already know what the fuck is gonna happen. A fucking striptease and female masturbation at the end. I’m gonna use my OC's name, Nova. Sooooo ye, and as much as I don’t like Betty. I had to be nice for this damn story. This is very shitty. I hope this is somewhat decent for you, love.

Song: Lovely by Brent Faiyaz

Nova’s Pov

I wouldn’t say being Toni’s cousin was easy, but it wasn’t hard either. Being that we live on opposite sides was definitely a problem. Now I don’t judge anyone from the Southside, considering ya girl was born there, but I do hate it when Toni fucks around because I live on the Northside.Oh my god and don’t get me started on what’s his face. Ehm Sweet Pea, was it? Yeah, that snarky fucker. The fucking nerve he’s got calling me ‘Northside Princess’. I’ll show him a princess. But in all honesty, the kid is kind of cute. Fuck that he’s daddy material. Homeboy could like get it. Oh boy, that leather jacket suits him. You guys think he’d go for a Northside girl? Nah probably not, since he like hates us so much. But can you blame him? We blame everything bad that’s ever happened in Riverdale on them. Not to make anything better, fucking Archie just had to go start shit and lookit where we are now. Thanks, Archiekins. 

Sweet Pea’s Pov

Those fucking Northsiders could like really get their heads out of their asses. Those weak ass murders that are happening there isn’t our fault. We literally have no type of business over there whatsoever. Well except me. My business is about 5′3, brown colored shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and a really wicked smile. Oh, and her name is Nova. She’s like Toni’s twin but cuter. She’s the only Northsider I’ve learned to tolerate, besides Jughead. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her laugh is like a melody and her lame jokes are fucking hilarious. Never thought I’d be saying this, but I think I’ve fallen in love with a Northside Girl.

Nova’s Pov

Another dreadful day at the wonderful Riverdale High. I hate all of these bitches, except my friends, of course. I almost tackled Veronica and Betty. “Oh my god, guys. I missed you so much.” “Whoa there, babe. How was your weekend in the armpit of Riverdale?” Veronica asked. I sent her a death glare. Not a playful one either. “Ronnie, don’t. And it was great, thank you very much. I’d rather be there than here any day.” She rolled her eyes and was about to say something, but Betty cut her off. “Did you see Juggie?” I sighed. Even tho Betty and Jughead broke up, she still asks about him. And I feel so bad for her. “Yeah, Betts I did. He’s okay as of now. He still asks about you everytime he sees me.” She smiled a little. “It’s gonna be okay. B. I promise.” I said as I gave her a hug. She sighed. “I know. I just wish that this didn’t have to happen. This stupid killer almost ruined my relationship with you guys. My best friends in the whole world. And he completely shattered my relationship with Jughead. The absolute love of my life. Not to mention he’s a serpent now.” I didn’t want to hear the shit she had to say so I cut her off. “Whoops, time to go to class. Bye babies, see you at lunch!” I screamed down the hall running to my class. Only to bump into Reggie Mantle.

Reggie’s Pov

“Whoa there, didn’t know you were so happy to see me.” I said as I looked down at the shorter girl. “Oh fuck. Reggie, why is your chest so hard? I have a whole headache now.” I laughed. She was so cute. “Uh, I work out. Duh. And are you okay? You want some ice?” She chuckled. “I mean compared to that one time a stack of books fell on my head, this is nothing. I’ll be fine, but thank you for offering. That was really sweet of you.” I nodded and grabbed her hand while walking to class. “Whoaaa, what’re you doing?” “We’re going to the same class right? So why not? I mean I can let go of your hand if you want.” “NO. What, no. You’re fine. It’s okay.” She let out a nervous laugh. “Good, because I honestly didn’t want to let your hand go.” 

Nova’s Pov 

“Good, because I honestly didn’t want to let your hand go.” Oh, Reggie, you can hold whatever you want. “You can hold my hand as long as you want. Except for when we get to our seat, because then that would be awkward. Us sitting across from each other with our hands just dangling away? That’s weird.” We both laughed. Reggie wasn’t as much of an asshole like I thought he’d be. He was really cute. I may or may not like him too. I’m in a really fucked up position here. There’s Sweet Pea, Southside Serpent, tall and kind of an asshole, funny, never met anyone more sarcastic than Jughead besides myself and Toni, looks like he’d fuck you crazy but will get you food afterwards. And then there’s Reggie, football player, tall hehe, dimples, big hands, funny, sweet, caring, looks like he’s into some kinky ass shit, also looks like he’d fuck you crazy but will cuddle afterwards. I can’t just choose between the two, that’s hard. Maybe if I persuade them well enough, they’d be open to a polyamorous relationship.

After school, I asked both boys to meet me at Pop’s. Sweet Pea knows about Pop’s because I’d taken him here multiple times. None of them know that the other is coming, but I bet they’d fuck each other up if I didn’t stop them. I heard the bell ring and their bickering as they entered. I got up and walked towards them. “Boys. Stop it. There’s something I need to talk to you about.” They automatically stopped whatever it was they were arguing about. Then they bombarded me with questions like ‘are you okay? did he do something to you?’ I just grabbed their hands and led them to the booth I was at and motioned for them to sit. “I wanted to tell you guys that I really like the both of you. I honestly cannot choose between the two of you. I like one of you just as much as I like the other. I know that you guys have had your differences in the past. I’m asking you guys if somehow there’s a way you could solve whatever issue it is that you have for the sake of me. Reggie, you only hate Sweet Pea because of whatever it was that Archie put inside your head. You don’t really hate him, do you?” He shook his head no. “I know that you guys don’t know each other as well as I do. So if you agree to eventually have a relationship between the three of us, you’d need to get to know each other. But would you guys maybe wanna be my boyfriends?” “Like at the same time?” Reggie asked. I nodded. hesitantly. “No way. It's either him or me. You can’t have us both at the same time.” Sweet Pea mumbled. “Like I said earlier, losers. I can’t choose just one of you. So, with that being said. I’ll choose neither of you.” And I walked away.

Reggie’s Pov

“Dude, I think she’s hurt.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Look I know that was probably about the craziest thing you’ve ever heard. But maybe we could work this out? For her at least.” He just shrugged. I sighed. “I know what happened was wrong. And you were just trying to defend your town. Archie was wrong to just up and decide it was the Serpent’s fault. Whoever is targeting Riverdale knows way too much about anyone born here. You’ve got no reason being here. And we had no reason to literally vandalize your buildings. So, I'm sorry.” He thought about it for a second and sighed. “Let’s go get this relationship shit started.” And I smiled

Nova’s Pov

I really tried. Oh my god, it's going to be so fucking awkward tomorrow. Maybe that was a stupid thing to do. There was a knock at my door. No one was home so I was forced to get it. Once I opened it, I was totally surprised. “Uh, guys what are you doing here?” “We came to tell you that we’re sorry and we’re willing to try this whole poly relationship thing out.” I’ve never been so hype. I pulled them in and just kinda explain how it worked. “So you’d be dating both of us and we’d all be dating each other?” Sweet Pea asked. I laughed at his confusion. “Exactly. Are you down?” He thought about it for a minute and nodded. I literally leaped into their laps. “Good! Because if you guys would’ve said no then you wouldn’t be able to fuck me, now would you?” Boy, were they speechless. “Come on boys. Don’t flake out on me now. Or would you rather watch?” I mumbled as I stood up. They were staring so intently as I took off my shirt revealing my breast. 

I almost fell in love with you

After the club last night

They don't know what you do (Oh)

Money's gon' treat you right

I ran my hands over my breasts, as I proceeded to trail my hands to the hem of my pants. Unbuttoning them as slowly as I could. I could hear their breathing getting harder. Sliding down my bottoms and kicking them to the side, I smirked at their faces. Mouths wide open and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Girl don't act like you changed

When we both know you can't

And I know you love me

'Cause I think you're lovely

I started swaying my hips to the beat. Running my hands down my thighs and through my hair. Twisting and twirling to the song. I turned around and gave them a full view of what I got.

Girl check my coat (baby won't you check my coat)

Drop that ass on the floor (drop that ass on the floor)

See you move on that pole (way you move on that pole)

Baby look at you go (baby look at you go)

I shimmied my way into the chair across from the boys. Giving them a good view of my pussy. I spread my legs wide enough so I could slide my hand between them. My fingers made its way to the slippery slit and squeezed in between them. I rubbed the little bundle of nerves and moaned at how good it felt. When I looked at the boy in front of me, they had their hand in their pants pumping up and down. That only made me wetter. I slipped in two finger fingers and began plunging in and out, getting faster by the second. My moans began getting louder and louder. I could hear the boys' moans as the kept pleasuring themselves. The feeling of intensity kept growing inside of me. My breathing getting faster and heavier, as I got closer to my orgasm. It felt like a truck had hit me. “Oh my fucking god.” I breathed out. “I know.” Reggie and Sweet Pea mumbled. I slipped on the t-shirt I had on and flopped in between my boyfriends. “Next time you boys will be doing the work.” I said as I sprawled out on them. “It would be our pleasure.”

#riverdale #riverdale smut #riverdale imagine #jughead jones #jughead jones smut #jughead jones imagine #veronica lodge #veronica lodge smut #veronica lodge imagine #archie andrews #archie andrews smut #archie andrews imagine #reggie mantle #reggie mantle smut #reggie mantle imagine #sweet pea imagine

[vickyvicarious]

max and the way after midnight visitor (bmw 1)

So last weekend I decided to check back in on Paranatural for the first time in years... such a good move. Still my favorite by far. And hey, I’m apparently back just in time for bullymagnet week, which wasn’t even a thing before. My timezones may be a little off, not quite sure, but this is for day one - night.

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Max wakes up at 4:17 AM to the familiar sound of ol’ Hissin’ Pete freaking out. He groans, rolling over to put a pillow on top of his head, only to bolt upright when he rolls right onto his fractured arm.

“FLIPPIN’ HECK,” he screams through gritted teeth, curling over it.

“Mister Max! Are you okay?” PJ inquires, looming out of the darkness with a nightmare grin. Max means that literally. He’s had nightmares about that grin.

It does look a little more nervous than usual this time, though. He squints, honestly just to get a better look in the darkness, but PJ immediately quails before his face, admitting, “I’m sorryyyy, it was me that got Hissin’ Pete going but I only did it because a weird kid on your roof threatened to punch Lefty!”

“…What,” Max starts, only to be interrupted by none other than Johnny Jhonny swinging in through his window roaring a battlecry. PJ squeaks and vanishes through the floor. Hissin’ Pete hisses louder, before PJ reaches an arm up through the floor and yanks him away too.

“IS THAT BLOB ON YOU AGAIN MAX I SWEAR I’LL PUNCH IT REEEEEEAL GOOD BOI,” Johnny – threatens? Promises? …Consoles?

“Guess my clock’s three minutes slow,” Max mutters to himself, too worn out at this point to even bother with being shocked. Honestly, Johnny swinging through his window at four in the morning threatening to punch stuff is perfectly in character. The real question is how he even knows where Max lives.

“How do you even know where I live?” Max asks. Johnny blinks, and stops punching at the air in favor of approaching the bed to look down at him.

“Yeah so after hitball this girl comes up all wantin’ me to break in and steal your secrets or whatever so she can double-blackmail ya. Said she’d pay me with three stars. So I said sure an’ she showed me your ack-e-dem-ick files, son.” Johnny grins, bright and manic even in the darkness. “You got an A in three classes last year? NERRRRD.”

There’s only one girl who would ever offer to pay the school bully to break into his house and steal double-blackmail on him in the dead of night when he’s just been injured. Suzy, you monster.

“Oh yeah, I’m real lame. I can do basic math and everything: breaking in plus stealing plus phone call to the cops equals juvie.” Max whips out his cell phone with, dare he say, a good bit of flair. It’s totally a bluff, and honestly a pretty weak retort regardless, but he’s not at the top of his game tonight, okay. Spectral hitball really takes it outta a guy.

“Oi oi oi, gimme that,” Johnny hisses though, and leaps on the bed to snatch the phone out of Max’s hand and hurl it across the room. It crashes into the wall with an audible CRACK.

Max stares in utter disbelief.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR,” he yells indignantly, attempting to sit up further.

Johnny smacks a hand across his mouth, shoving him all the way back down into his pillow with embarrassing ease.

“SHHHHH,” he shushes, extremely loudly. “Don’t wanna wake yer folks, man.”

“Muh dah whlld mmfp frh uh nuhclr uhfalt,” Max complains through the fingers over his face.

“Don’t believe ya,” Johnny grins (of course he would speak perfect muffled-ese), and then just sits down so he’s straddling Max’s stomach, making it a little hard to breathe and also bringing back war flashbacks to their fight in the hallway a few days ago. His other hand swings down to hold Johnny’s right arm down as well with, again, embarrassing ease. “Anyway, you were gonna sell me out to the swine. Backstabber.”

Fed up with not being able to retort (finally, his brain’s kicking back into gear, and he’s got a real good one about bacon up a plan), Max licks Johnny’s hand.

Far from being phased, Johnny just leans in closer, grins the kind of grin that should come with its own tire-screech soundtrack, and licks the back of his own hand.

“WH TH FLPP,” Max protests, because what. Johnny’s nose was almost touching his, their eyes were meeting, for a moment he honestly just can’t breathe because what was that?!

“Little spittle never scared m-e…” Johnny brags, losing steam about halfway through and just staring at Max with wide eyes. It’s hard to tell in the darkness, but his cheeks look red. Could he really… be realizing what a dumbass he’s being?

“Uh here talk,” Johnny yelps, sitting up and yanking his hand back like it’s been burned. He’s even flapping it in the air, there’s spit flying off, it’s just. It’s gross.

“It’s kinda hard to stab someone in the back when they broke into your house to steal from you, dude,” Max says, choosing to just let that whole licking thing go. Never mention it again. “Also, that makes two of my most treasured belongings you’ve stolen and destroyed forever.”

“I. Uh. Sh-shut up, you’re too beholden to the Man! I just saved you from yourself!”

“What does that even mean?”

“I dunno. Stephen always says it and sounds mega turbo cool though. Don’t get all beholden to the Man, man. ‘S bad for the liver.”

Max is sleep-deprived, his arm aches, he’s pretty sure there’s some spit on his face, plus Johnny is sitting on his gut telling him not to trust the government – he just. He can’t help it.

At first it’s just a huff. And then… really, it stays just a huff, because Johnny’s heavy and it hurts to breathe too much, but he’s grinning and laugh-huffing and up above him Johnny’s eyes get really wide and that makes Max laugh even more.

“K-kid, stop. Stoppit,” Johnny protests weakly. His mouth is moving kinda slow and his face looks all red again, and Max physically couldn’t stop if you paid him three Starchman stars, oh geez.

Then Johnny smacks him swiftly (yet somehow gently?) in the face.

“I SAID STOP, BOYO,” he roars. “D-don’t you be mirthin’ at me!”

“I’ll mirth wherever I please,” Max scowls. A bit of a grin’s still fighting its way out of his mouth, though. “It’s my bedroom.”

“I – I am gonna lick your face next time,” Johnny threatens. “Right all up on your forehead. Don’t test me.”

“…Well, I believe that,” Max concludes after a disturbed moment. “Fine. I’ll be mad at you again, happy?”

“NO.”

“Well then whaddaya want?! I don’t just keep blackmail lying around my room, okay?” (Max is very pointedly not thinking about the open drawer full of days-of-the-week underwear his dad bought to torture him but which he actually wears sometimes because Laundry Days suck and yet are still too far and few between. At least he wears them on the wrong days, but still.)

“Huh?” Johnny blinks down at him in complete bafflement for a minute, before his expression clears. “Psht, nah man, you think I care about that? I just wanted to know where ya rest yer noggin.”

“…so you don’t want to blackmail me for Suzy?”

“Why would I do that when I can just punch you in your face if I feel like it?” Johnny asks, with apparently genuine interest in the answer.

“I – I guess no reason,” Max admits, torn between basking in someone not trying to blackmail him, or sweating at the implication Johnny’s about to punch him in his face.

“Nah man, I’m just here to sign your cast,” Johnny continues nonchalantly, reaching into a pocket and emerging with a full rainbow of sharpies splayed between his fingers. “Gotta come quick. Early squirrel gets the birdseed, an’ all.”

“I. What – why?”

“Cuz.”

There’s really no arguing with that kind of logic.

“Okay, fine, I guess,” Max agrees, and shoves at Johnny with his good arm until the guy’s scooched off him enough that he can sit up and grab his lamp. It turns on with a cheery, ‘I’ll brighten up your day!’ and reveals Johnny’s eyes gleaming at his arm with a disturbing amount of focus.

“………this snow’s already trode on, yo,” he mutters with clear disappointment.

Max peers down at his arm. On it is a love heart with a doodle of his dad’s face inside, and the word lame from Zoey.

“Yeah, my family are pretty, uh, squirrely,” he agrees. “Feel free to cover them up. Especially the heart one. Please cover up the heart one.”

Somewhat cheered by this, Johnny whistles. Twirling the sharpies between his fingers, he bites at a sparkly orange one to yank the cap off with his teeth.

“Yer about to see a master at work, so listen close,” he says nonsensically, then goes to town.

Max wakes up in the morning to sunlight in his eyes, Johnny’s feet on his neck, and his dad beaming down at him from the doorway.

“Aww, sonbeam, you don’t have to sneak your friends over for sleepovers,” he coos.

“Rghrrmffo ‘way,” Max retorts, wittily.

He squirms loose from the death-cuddle Johnny has on his ankles after about seven minutes of mortal combat, then climbs over the bully and leaves the room to get dressed, all without interrupting Johnny’s snores once. In the bathroom, Max does his business, gets dressed, brushes his teeth and his hair and basically just avoids looking at his arm a lot until PJ peers over his shoulder like a total creep and makes excited noises.

“That looks s-so cool, Maxeus!” he exclaims, so fired up that he appears to be testing out weird nicknames and everything. Lefty, rising through the sink, gives a thumbs up.

Finally he looks down at his cast. Max slowly smiles.

“Yeah,” he says, looking at the brightly colored picture of him and Johnny riding on the back of what he assumes is a Burnhound, since it’s on fire and appears to be eating some kind of electric lizard. Johnny’s name is in big, bold letters above this, along with the letters MVP, but there’s also a bunch of random doodles too, of fists and explosions and a can of soup and his baseball hat, and even something that kinda looks like a doctopus if he squints a little to the left. Johnny has also, for no apparent reason, drawn himself with his gang of friends on the back of Max’s cast, in what looks like one of their friendship fusion moves.

The art is not great. The colors are garish. There’s basically no space left on the cast for anyone else to write anything, unless their handwriting is really tiny, and Max had been kinda planning on letting Isaac sign it first to show they were still cool, if he asked. That’s sort of a pointless idea now.

Still…

“Yeah, it’s pretty neat,” Max agrees with PJ, before filling a glass of cold water to go throw at Johnny’s face. He tries to contain his smile at the way the guy leaps into instant murderous alertness, but he can’t completely stop it and, weirdly enough, Johnny stops choking blankets to grin back at him once he notices.

“Not bad,” Max admits, lifting his cast.

“Yer welcome, birdseed,” Johnny replies, before climbing back out the window and vanishing into the woods instead of staying for cereal like a normal person.

#paranatural #bullymagnet week #bullymagnet #my fic #fingers crossed my johnny voice is okay #i've written for day 2 as well already and have a plan for 3 and maaaaybe 4 #the rest get tricky because so far they're all sorta connected and that gets harder in aus #i'll have to think if i can swing it #and i mean hopefully i'll get that far i have a bad track record with this stuff #but there's so little out there i wanna do my part #they're so cute #sorry i'm a major tag rambler

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | interim 1

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 2,659 → Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: language, sort of unintentional sexual innuendos

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another. 

→ Note: Ok, so the interim parts are gonna be from Jungkook’s POV (to show how intertwined their lives are without them knowing) and I hope you remember the last paragraphs from the first part since they kind of hold significance in an early conversation in this one lol. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! :) 

(Also, these parts aren’t that important really (but this one is). They’re mostly because I love to write from everyone’s POV to make things more complicated lmao I’m sorry)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon

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jungkook pov

━ 10:11pm Quick question Is it socially acceptable to just get up and leave a discussion? Maybe punch someone on the way out?

It takes a little bit of courage to send it, but when he finally lets his thumb press the send button and the message flies away with a sort of satisfying whoosh, he smiles and pushes it down the pocket of his tight jeans. He thinks it’s a little ridiculous, but it feels nice to message her again. It’s been three days after all.

He’s at Yoongi’s place with the rest of the band, and even though he gets glares from all of them - including their producer and owner of the apartment, Yoongi - for interrupting their heated discussion about promotions for the new song, the prominent smile on Jungkook’s face still can’t be erased as he fiddles with his fingers in his lap, waiting patiently for an answer from the stranger he still hasn’t figured out why he’s messaging in the first place.

“We should tell the bar we’ll play a new song, make them advertise it as the premiere of it”,  lead singer Jimin says, pretending to know things about promoting when literally all he knows is how to sing, crush on guys he can’t have because they’re straight poles and show a shoulder every now and then on stage to get the crowd going.

Yoongi rolls his eyes while crossing his legs elegantly. “That bar isn’t popular enough for that.”

“I agree”, Seokjin says, scrolling furiously on his phone as only a manager can. “We should find a more popular one for that, and you guys also need to step up your game on stage.” 

He gives Jimin a pointed stare that has the younger guy smiling awkwardly. 

“I saw the first person leave just fifteen minutes into your first set and even though they were wearing the most atrocious yellow cap I’ve ever laid my eyes on that I can’t help but think they just generally have bad taste, the point still stands.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, too”, Jungkook adds in, feeling the need to at least pretend he’s engaged in the conversation concerning the future of his band. He actually did notice that. “Awful cap.”

The sound of a text arriving in his phone makes the whole room turn to him to give icy, annoyed glares, and he apologetically nods while clicking off the sound on his phone. All of them continue the discussion while Jungkook focuses on his phone instead, not paying any attention to the rest of them.

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:13pm Are the other grandpas giving you a hard time? Maybe arguing over which board game to play before the inevitable afternoon nap?

Subconsciously, Jungkook smiles wide at the message, staring at the words for a few seconds before shaking his head at her. She has humor, and her teasing sarcasm is quite refreshing after hanging around Seokjin and his either flower power speeches or rude remarks about the band’s image on stage, which is mostly zoomed in on Jungkook and Jimin since Taehyung is sleeping on the couch.

━ 10:14pm Ur hilarious Pls note my sarcasm It’s vital for my dismissal of your comment

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:15pm LMAO You talk like a grandpa What proof is there really for me to know you’re not?

And then his smile dies a little, because what proof did she really have he wasn’t a creepy old man trying to eventually lure her away like any other internet troll? And how would he know she wasn’t the same, or worse? Yet still, he throws the thoughts away as quickly as they appear and promises himself he’ll be careful if it ever comes to that. For now, though, he is just going to enjoy talking to her.

━ 10:16pm Good point BUT I know who 1d are The fact that I know i can call them 1d should be proof enough tbh

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:18pm Nd so I believe you Maybe What’s up?

“Jungkook.”

Whatever he had been intending to write to her gets interrupted by Yoongi’s stern voice, stealing his attention away from his phone. The skinny producer is leaning forward in his seat on the couch, elbows on knees and hands locked together under his chin.

“What do you think about all this?” he asks the youngest in the whole room - whole group of all their mutual friends actually - and Jungkook knows it’s just to be a dick because they all know he hasn’t actually listened to a damn word any of them have said during the last twenty minutes.

“Oh, I, uh”, he begins a little uncertain, playing with the lip ring he got done just a couple of weeks ago. “I agree with Seokjin.” Nodding towards the eldest in the room, he gives another uncertain smile. “We should do as he says. He’s our manager for a reason, after all.”

Before he returns his attention back to his phone, he catches Jin’s proud nod, Yoongi’s roll of the eyes at the obviously disinterested answer and Jimin’s suspicious glare. He sees how the lead singer is about to say something and for some reason Jungkook just knows it’s about who he’s texting, but luckily Taehyung - who’s still asleep on the floor in front of the TV - fake-snores loudly and conveniently interrupts him before Seokjin starts cursing over how late their Chinese takeout is.

━ 10:19pm I’m sort of in a meeting And I’m bored af

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:19pm I see And you want me to do what??

━ 10:20pm Idk entertain me?

It’s silent for a whole minute and he’s just about to put his phone away and pretend he needs to pee or something to get away when his phone buzzes again.

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:21pm I’m not very funny

━ 10:22pm I beg to differ

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:22pm Thnx Okay so how about we play a little game and u tell me what you first think of when I say peanuts?

He raises an eyebrow at that, wondering where the hell she’s going with this but decides to just answer honestly anyway.

━ 10:22pm Salty

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:22pm Ok and burgers?

━ 10:22pm Tasty

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:23pm I see Rice?

━ 10:23pm White Sticky

She hasn’t read his last one yet, so he locks his phone and lets it lie in his lap while he rests back in the couch, spreading out since Jimin got up to take a phone call from someone he deemed much more important than an inofficial band meeting.

He nearly jumps out of his own skin when she finally responds and he feels the device vibrate lightly against his thigh.

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:28pm Lmao Ur answers are hilarious In a way That I regret mentioning Moving on!!! What color comes to mind when you think of apples?

Jungkook can’t help but let out a loud laugh as he reads over her messages, laughing at both the awkwardness of them and the way she sent them away with such haste he must’ve received all six of them in under six seconds. 

He ignores Yoongi and Seokjin’s annoyed but curious glares and gets up to walk into the tiny hallway instead so he can ignore them even more. He positions himself right by the door behind the coats so Jimin won’t notice him when he walks out of the bathroom.

For some reason, Jungkook wants to keep things private and undisturbed with her.

━ 10:28pm Cute Apples? Green

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:29pm Right! Everyone else I know thinks apples are supposed to be red and I disagree Passionately disagree

He notices she ignored his first text, but lets it slide, instead focusing on the fact that she ‘passionately disagrees’ and he can’t help but smile like a fool.

━ 10:29pm Lol gotta love that granny Smith

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:29pm Ofc good ol’ granny Smith would fall to your grandpa taste

Once again he lets out a laugh because of her, shaking his head while typing faster than he’s ever done before to someone.

━ 10:29pm Ur hilarious

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:30pm Lol you must not know many hilarious people

━ 10:30pm Ur hilarious

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:30pm Ok So what do you do since you’re in such a boring meeting?

Sighing, Jungkook runs a hand over his face. He doesn’t want her to think badly of him for being in a band, because he sort of feels like she will if he tells her the truth. Instead, he tweaks it a little to his own advantage.

━ 10:31pm I’m a part time chef while figuring out my future on the side

That’ll do.

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:31pm So you can cook? Nice

━ 10:31pm Yeah but what about you? What are you doing right now?

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:31pm Can’t disclose the exact location cuz I’m currently in a ninja fight But I’m in the library

━ 10:31pm Weird place to hold a ninja fight

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:32pm Ikr? I thought it was sketchy when they called me in But seriously I’m in the library Killing nothing other than myself with this slow reading

And suddenly he wants to know everything about her. What does she study? Is she in college? How old is she? What subjects are her favorite? Where did she grow up? What’s her favorite movie? Color? Food?

━ 10:32pm So you’re a student?

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:32pm Yeah I guess But I feel like I’m wasting my time tbh

His reply gets cut off by the front door opening, and turning around, he’s met with the smiling face of Kim Namjoon himself, looking like he just ran a fucking marathon both with the way he’s panting and with the clothes he’s wearing, and Jungkook raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Ah, Jungkook”, he smiles, wiping away a few beads of sweat rolling down his temple.

“Hyung?” Jungkook mumbles, locking his phone and pushing it down the front pocket of his jeans. “Where the hell have you been? And why do you look like…” Another glance at the guy’s outfit has him shaking his head. There’s really nothing to compare him to at the moment. He just looks absolutely ridiculous.

“Oh this?” Namjoon smiles, pulling his weird jacket off and Jungkook marvels at how he can go from looking like the coolest song writer and producer to looking like a dork from a work out video from the 80’s just like that. “A friend of this girl I like was hosting a charity run at campus with some club she’s in, I think, and I had to participate to win points, you know, because I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“Is she hot?”

Jungkook receives an unimpressed glare over the question, yet a very honest answer. “Of course she is. Absolutely gorgeous. Amazing ass.”

“I can forgive your poor choice of clothing, then”, Jungkook smiles, clapping the shoulder of his hyung affectionately a few times.

“The theme was ‘That 70’s Show’”, Namjoon laughs. “I would never dress like this otherwise. She wasn’t there to see it, though.”

The continuation of their conversation gets interrupted by Yoongi yelling at them both angrily, telling them Namjoon is too fucking late again and if it is because of that girl he’s been crushing on like a wimp he can go hide in a ditch, that Jimin has stopped acting like a girl over his latest crush and that Taehyung is now awake, so they’re all ready for the real meeting to start. 

Oh, and they should bring beer.

Jungkook offers to get the bottles while Namjoon pays the delivery guy who conveniently enough appeared just in time. 

While he’s alone in the kitchen, he quickly fishes out his phone to throw his Beatles genius a quick text so she won’t feel like he’s ignoring her.

━ 10:35pm Hey I gotta go get a verbal beating from my hyungs rn Kidding it’s just serious business stuff So you kno im not gonna be available

He waits selfishly for a few seconds for a reply, but when Yoongi impatiently calls for that beer he wanted, he leaves his phone on the counter to not get distracted during the now official meeting and walks in with a deep breath. This is probably gonna take all night if he knows Yoongi right, which he does, so he steels himself for countless of beers consumed and inevitable arguments between everyone.

Band meetings are his least favorite thing about being in a band. It’s not that he thinks of them as unnecessary or boring - because they’re not - they’re just not the most ideal thing to be caught up in all night when he’s the guy who joined the band solely because he thought he’d be able to live like a true rockstar rather than a very poor guitarist trying to make it on YouTube.

“Okay”, Seokjin starts, clapping his hands together while looking like he’s preparing to murder someone. “Let’s start discussing the new record.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes and prepares for his defensive speech of how he’s just a simple song-writer that can’t pull a song out of his ass just because people want him to and Jungkook thinks about what his Beatles stranger is doing, if she’s still studying and if she might actually be his complete opposite.

He thinks about her a lot during the meeting, and Jimin is the only one ballsy enough to comment on it but everyone knows that’s just because he has a crush on Jungkook and has had one ever since he and Taehyung found Jungkook playing guitar in an awful band in a dingy bar in Busan all those years ago.

“Who’re you texting so much lately?” Jimin asks the youngest when everyone’s clearing out of the living room and it’s well past 2am.

Jungkook’s too tired to go into it - and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t want to - so he uses the easiest explanation he can think of. “Joy.”

“So, what?” Jimin mumbles. “Are the two of you a thing now? You know what Seokjin thinks about attachments.”

Jungkook wants to mention the fact Jimin always seems attached to someone.

“I know, and we’re not a thing”, he says instead. “She’s just a good lay.”

It takes them ten minutes to say their goodbyes because Yoongi keeps telling them to drive back safely before he keeps reminding them he wants them in the studio in just a few hours, while throwing in a threat or two about ditching them if they don’t show up on time.

When they all part ways, Seokjin and Jimin to their own places, Namjoon to the apartment he shares with someone the rest of them haven’t gotten the (dis?)pleasure of meeting yet and Jungkook and Taehyung to their own shared apartments, it’s even more late and Jungkook really feels like a walking dead.

It isn’t until the two of them have walked to Jungkook’s old piece of crap car that he fishes his phone out again to check if he has any new messages.

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 10:36pm Okay good luck or something I guess lol Try not to punch anyone!

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 12:01am This is maybe because I’m very tired But I kinda enjoy talking to you :)

━ Beatles Genius Y/N 12:03am It must be because I’m very tired But ur still hilarious Night lol

He reads over the messages several times, the smiley and the words all shining back at him from the screen, illuminating his face in artificial light where he stands in the dead of night outside his car.

“Hey, can you hurry up and get us home?” Taehyung complains from the other side of the vehicle, slapping the roof for emphasis. “I want to go home and sleep.”

And when Jungkook makes the thirty minute drive back to their shared apartment, he wonders if the sort of warm feeling in his chest is because of the fact he’s going to sing more in the band now or because of the last seven messages he received.

next part

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NSFW #17: Make It Here

The East River at early morning. The city that never sleeps was just beginning to bustle, the late night partygoers and club kids heading to bed just as the everyday 9-to-5er gets up to wash and brush up for work. From Manhattan to here in the Bronx, the crisp, cold dawn is rising, splashing color over the wide flowing water. A morning jogger ran through the park, breath coming in foggy puffs, either unaware of or ignoring the two people on the fishing docks of Hunts Point Landing, bundled up in winter coats and matching orange and green scarves, large gold plated belts on their shoulders and their new GoPro mounted on a tripod aimed at them. This very spot was deeply significant to both of them… but nobody else needed to know that. John’s finger hesitated before turning on the live feed. He turned his head to Mike. “Your hand holding up?” His mind summoned the image of Mike hauling off on Lovecraft. Mike’s exhilaration wiping away the brief twinge of pain on their face on the moment of impact. The winter break had been therapeutic to say the least. His own afflictions: sometimes he could hear himself breathing before dozing off and also how his side pained him when he hit the ropes. Part and parcel of this business - he always knew that. “Right’s rain now. I think it’s about back to normal. Man, did you see it when they took the cast off? Looked like the hand of the fuckin’ Cryptkeeper.” They flexed their gloved fingers- beneath the layer of leather, their hand was all but fully rehabilitated, the atrophy countered by a lot of squeezing exercises. “How about you? Are you okay? I mean, last week was fun with all the viking shit we did at the lake, but… you haven’t really talked to me about, y’know. Fucking Saunders.” Mike huffed. “You had him dead to rights you know. Another second and I’m sure you coulda got another tap out of him after that. He didn’t deserve to beat you.” “But he did.” John shrugged. “Not going to dwell on it. Can’t change what happened. Dominic may have been disingenuous but it’s time to move forward.” His other hand gave a light squeeze to Mike’s forearm. His mind drifted to their brief meeting with the new charismatic general manager. “I liked the other guy. Good idea man. But Spartan is keen and wants change. He wants to move forward, too.” Mike leaned into the touch a bit, a slight, huffy sigh floating off in a puff of steam. “He’s interesting. I like his crazy-ass beard. Not’s much as yours though.” They furtively glanced around to see if they were alone. Once they confirmed this- the jogger had continued her path and was now quite a long way off- they rose up on their toes, giving the neatly trimmed scruff on his cheek a quick kiss. “I know I get stuck on stuff too much. I shouldn’t hold grudges like I do. I just want things to be… nrrrgh. We don’t have to win all the time but I just want things to be fair. You deserve fair. I deserve fair. But life’s not, is it?” John stared off into the water. “No, it’s not.” There was a moment of silence between the two. John turned his attention back to the camera. Why they were here in the first place. “Starting to realize that we can make do together. Maybe outside of this.” Finger right over the button. “Let’s get this done.” “New York City. Center of the universe. And, might I add, a pretty significant place for your Tag Champs.” Mike McGuire patted her belt’s gleaming faceplate with a gloved hand. “I mean, not only did the greatest night of our lives happen here, but as a lot of you know by now, I grew up here. I was born and raised here in the Bronx. My dad owns a gym here, my folks live just a few blocks away in the house I grew up in. Family’s an important thing. Your roots can help you get a bearing in this crazy fuckin’ world. The problem is… I think our opponents this week are puttin’ a little too much stock in the power of family ties.” John Bishop Church’s expression was pensive. He contemplated his partner’s words. By now, they led each other to and fro with each statement. Weaving their points in with ease. “Family. In the literal sense. They had everything going for them. Two opponents thrown together. Neither with an affinity for tag team wrestling. Neither with much success as of late. The Clifton Sisters - an established unit. They compliment each other. The stars seemed to be aligned for a perfect debut.” A poignant pause - as to allow reality to set in. “Ended up going bad.” He shook his head, as if disappointed at the result. “We can commiserate. Mike and I thought our breakout moment would be against The Trinity. Instead, we learned we had a long way to go.” Mike chuckled a bit, looking up and rubbing at her chin as if reminiscing. “Oh man, I remember that. Actually… I don’t really remember that very well at all. Took a nasty fuckin’ drop to the head and scrambled my recollection’a the whole night something awful. Anyway, lesson learned. And I’d say we took every lump and hard knock since then and used it to reconstruct ourselves into something strong enough to take what we knew was meant to be ours. And along the way? It didn’t just make us better competitors. It made us better friends. Better partners. Maybe even the best partners this company has- the proof is in the pudding and the pudding is right here on our shoulders.” Mike shrugged, giving the gold another quick pat for emphasis. “You ladies like to point out that you're family. That you got a 'blood bond' goin' on that'll make you unbeatable… heh, that was already disproven on Uprising. Let me tell you something, blood don't mean near as much as you two like to think it does. To elaborate, there's an old saying- 'blood is thicker than water'. Thing is, my partner here informed me that people keep misquoting that shit. The real saying went like... 'The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb'. That means that someone you love because you choose to? Someone you go through thick and thin with and wouldn't replace for nothin'? That goes a hell of a lot further than somebody you have a bond with just 'cuz of relations." John nodded. “And so our harshest critics will ask just why the Clifton Sisters are getting this chance? Mike and I are in agreeance with the new general manager. We are not here to sit on ceremony and wait for challengers to be decided for us through any more tournaments or hoops to jump through. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you have or haven’t done, you will get the opportunity to take these from us. Doesn’t mean we won’t have anything to say about you. Take last week for example.” Mike sighed, shaking her head. “What a fucking disappointment that was. We made it crystal what we wanted. What we expected. And we barely got anything out of it! It’s like the Volsung Death Squad wasn’t even trying and that more than anything else pisses me the fuck off. I can’t speak for Church here but I would be all too happy to lose these belts if it was a good hard fight and our opponents really deserved to win.” “But we watched you two in your debut. Saw your piece. We saw the hunger. We saw the tenacity. Aimee made a bold statement. Future tag team champions.” Mike and John looked at each other briefly before he continued. “Maybe the future is now. That’s what this opportunity is about. This isn’t the Moors Murders’ division anymore. We aren’t letting these collect dust. These right here are what matters. This isn’t Rob Garcia’s division anymore. These are no longer props in someone’s delusions of grandeur. Since last fall, we have taken on every challenger that has stepped before us and showed them why we are the premier tag team in this company.” “This is Not the Sisters’ or the Family’s World. It’s ours. And it’ll take more than blood bonds and setting shit on fucking fire to knock us off the top of it. If you can’t do it? We open our gates to the next one. And the next. One line, no waiting. The infinite open challenge for the Tag Team Championships starts with you. And maybe ends, who knows? You’re a pair of hungry-ass girls, but we got Fenris’ own appetite.” Mike cracked a wolfish grin, her eyes glinting with emerald fire. “The size of the bonus don’t mean shit. The amount of blood and sweat put in's what counts. We take personal exception at being called bottom of the barrel champions by a scumfuck like Dominic Saunders, and we are going to prove him wrong by making these belts thebelts to win in this company.” “Mike and I pay particular attention to the rumor mills and we see that he can add hypocrite to his long list of character flaws. That doesn’t mean we are looking past these sisters. They are determined to make an impact and the humiliation suffered caused by losing to two opponents that just managed to pull up on their very own tailspins. We know that they won’t let that defeat define their existence - and at the end of this month, after they have had their chance, they won’t let the next one either.” John stepped forward. Mike stepped to join him. “Come at us with everything you fuckin’ got. Cuz we’re not pulling a single punch. Not here, not now, not ever. But I’m sure you gals’ll be fine. After all, if you can make it here? You can make it anywhere.” The camera was picked up, the shot pulling away from the champions and focusing on the skyline across the river, lit by the full morning sun, before it faded to black.

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