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bbyquokka · 1 year

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：🍡 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : stress relief

➥ pairings: Bang Chan x fem!reader

➥ genre: idol!au | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: chan is feeling stressed at work, so you pay him a visit to help him 'relax'

➥ words: 2.7k

➥ tags: @lix-ables | @sstarryoong | @ipegchangbin | if you wished to be tagged in this mini series, lemme know

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you [20:07]: i miss you 🥺

Chan [20:07]: i miss u too babe. sorry, work is just hectic rn 😞

you [20:08]: when will u be home?

Chan [20:08]: in an hour or so. shouldn't be too long babe.

you [20:10]: okay. i love you 💘

Chan [20:11]: i love you too pup 🖤

An hour had passed and there was no sign of Chan. Your guess is that he got so caught up in his work, he lost track of time. It's pretty common for him to do that. When Chan gets lost in his work, he zones out. He disregards his needs, forgets where he is. He becomes hyper focused, which can be worrying.

Chan is the type of person to want to get things done on time, however, he is a perfectionist. He always has been from day one. Being in the spotlight has only made it worse.

You and his members have told him countless times that he should always take care of himself. He does, for a while, then he falls back into his bad habits. Comeback season is the worst for chan. The build up to it, the countless photoshoots, the endless hours of shooting music videos plus performing on stage – it's no wonder Chan becomes so stressed.

You know he loves his job. You also know he adores STAYS and would do anything to please them. However, what he fails to notice is that he cannot keep doing this. Being his girlfriend, you've had enough of seeing your boyfriend fail to care for himself. He always scolds you for skipping one meal or not drinking enough water, so now, it's your turn.

You picked up your phone bringing up your contacts list. You scrolled through, stopping at Changbin's contact. Pressing the green call button, you put your phone to your ear. It rang a few times, before changbin picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Changbin! It's y/n."

"Oh, hey y/n. everything okay?" Changbin spoke. His words sounding muffled, mouth full.

"Have you heard from Chan?" the sounds of noodles being slurped ran down your ear, making you shiver and cringe a little.

"Uh. Not since I left him at the office, why?"

"He said he would be home in an hour." You sighed softly, running your fingers through your hair.

"Let me guess." Changbin paused, drinking his ramen broth. "He's not home?"

"Mhm."

"He's probably still working then. If he's not with you or us, then he's probably still in the studio."

"Yeah." You sighed again. "That's what I thought."

"He was pretty stressed out when me and Ji were there. Thinking about it, he's been in a foul mood all day."

"He seemed a bit off this morning too. I wonder if the stress of the comeback is getting to him." You thought out loud.

"Probably. We all know what Chan is like during this time. He snapped at me suddenly."

"What?" Your eyes widen a little in disbelief. It's very rare for Chan to suddenly snap at someone, it's hard to get Chan angry regardless. So hearing that he snapped at his close friend indicated that he is stressed beyond belief.

"Yeah. It shocked me and Ji. Think he even shocked himself to be fair. He did apologize but it's not like Chan."

"Yeah, it's not." You mumbled. "I think I'm going to go see him. This is unacceptable. I can't have him acting like this."

"Hey, if he's going to listen to someone, then it's going to be you for sure." Changbin chuckled.

"Do you know if he has eaten or?"

"Mhm, probably not since lunch time."

"That's what I thought. I best get going then. Go convince the boyfriend to at least take a break." You groaned softly, walking to your shared bedroom.

"Chan and breaks? Yeah, good luck with that y/n." Changbin chuckled with a mouthful of rice.

"Thanks, I'll need it. Enjoy your meal, Changbin." You laughed softly before hanging up. You changed into something more comfortable and warm, considering that the nights are getting colder, you felt like it wasn't a smart idea to go out in a vest and shorts.

Grabbing your winter coat and shoes along with your purse, you walked out of your shared apartment, locking the door before making your way to the supermarket.

Knowing that Chan hasn't eaten or drank anything for hours, angered you slightly. Sometimes, you wish he learnt how to look after himself, be a little selfish and make himself priority number one. But no matter how many times you – or the members – scold him, he never listens.

You grabbed some microwaveable rice and ramen along with some snacks and water that claims it's 'packed full of vitamins and minerals.' Paying for your little shop, you headed to the JYP building.

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The streets are fairly calm and collected, with the occasional passer-by's and cars. The night sky was clear, giving you a glimpse of the shining stars. It was a full moon tonight, much to your liking. The moonlight shone on the pavement giving you more lighting than the streetlamps.

You stopped to take a quick snap at the moon and stars, smiling softly as you looked at it. Feeling the tips of your fingers quickly freezing up, you put your phone away, placing your hands in your pockets.

The air is icy. A chill so cold it made the hairs on your arms stand up. Your breath shows every time you exhale. You soon arrived at the building. Making yourself known at reception, they happily let you through. You made your way to Chan's room, taking your coat as the stark contrast from the cold chill to the warmth was evident.

You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds for permission. When you received nothing, you frowned, knocking again – nothing.

"Chan?" You spoke, slowly opening the door. You peeked your head out looking around. A small lamp provided minimal light compared to the harsh light radiating off his laptop screens. Your gaze fell on a very stressful looking Chan.

His brows furrowed together, stress lines evident on his forehead. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, chewing slightly – a bad self taught habit of his. His eyes flickering all over his laptop screen, fingers working their magic.

You closed the door quietly, noticing the headphones on his head over the hood of his hoodie. Makes sense why he didn't hear you knock. With a heavy sigh, Chan fell back in his seat. The seat rocking from the impact as he rubbed his tired face with his hands before taking his headphones off.

"Knock knock." You spoke softly. Chan jumped, startled at the sudden voice. He looked at you, face softening.

"Hey pup!" You walked towards Chan, throwing your coat on the sofa behind him. You placed your plastic bag on his desk.

"Hey baby." You placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Chan swiveled in his chair to face you, opening his legs wide enough for you to stand between them.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, planting his hands on your hips softly.

"Well, you said you would be home in an hour. The hour is up, so I came to see you instead. Plus–" You opened the plastic bag, taking out the grocery's you bought, placing them one by one on his desk. "I bought you dinner. Changbin told me you haven't eaten since lunch!"

Chan looked up at you sheepishly, feeling guilty. You folded your arms, eyebrows raised as you looked down at him.

"You can't keep doing this, babe. You have to take care of yourself! It's important! You always preach to me about it, so why can't you?"

"I'm sorry pup. It's just, I get so lost in work that I simply forget. Plus, I feel so stressed out right now."

"Yeah. Changbin told me you snapped at him earlier." Chan looked down at the mention of taking his frustration out on his friend. You sighed softly, pulling his head into you, resting it on your stomach.

"Babe I love you and all but you have to learn to take a break."

"I can't afford breaks right now." Chan mumbled, nuzzling his face into your stomach. He inhaled your sweet scent, humming softly.

"I get that but you don't work well under stress, babe." You stroked his hair softly, looking down at him.

"I know."

"So, whilst I'm here, take a break! I haven't seen you all day so I want to spend some time with you." You pouted. Chan nodded.

"Okay, I will take a break. When it's over, I have to finish this though. You can go home afterwards though."

"Hell no! I'm staying. I'll sit on the sofa and be as quiet as a mouse. You won't even know I'm here." You grinned.

Chan did indeed take that break. You convinced him to eat and drink something before he continued on with his work. You were lounging on the sofa, browsing through your phone.

The occasional sigh would leave his lips, the stress slowly creeping its way back. You soon got bored of your phone, placing it down beside you. You decided to watch Chan work, your eyes traveling up and down his body.

The way his legs spread open under the desk, hand wrapped around the mouse, his tendons moving with every click of the mouse. The sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows. His veins protrude on his arms, the way his muscles flexed with every movement. You couldn't help your thoughts from getting filthy.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line, eyes closing as your mind wandered into the unknown. Memories of when Chan would have his hand around your neck, fingers deep inside you, came flooding to you. His perfect, lean body hovering over you as his hips smacked against yours, body slick with sweat. His eyes focused on you and provided you with intense pleasure – fuck, when was the last time you two were intimate with each other?

You know you shouldn't, you know Chan is stressed but you couldn't help the lust pooling in your core. You couldn't help but feel your panties slowly sticking to your skin due to your juices. You couldn't help but feel flush, besides, it's not your fault you have such a handsome boyfriend.

You stood up off the sofa, slowly walking behind chan. You draped your arms over his shoulders, holding onto your wrist to lock him in. Chan took no notice of you, eyes glued to his screen as his fingers tapped away at the keyboard. You noticed his painted nails which only heightened your horny thoughts.

You leaned in, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. You inhaled his musk scent, heart pounding against your ribcage. You planted delicate kisses on the skin on his neck making Chan shiver. Smirking against his neck knowing he has finally become aware of you, you sucked and licked his neck.

A throaty groan rippled from his chest to the back of his throat, his hands frozen in place. You left purple bruises, feeling sorry for the scolding he was going to get from his make-up artist.

"Chan." You shakily spoke his name. Your skin heating up, cheeks flush as your needs escalate. "Chan, I need you."

"Pup." Chan spluttered. "Not now, I'm busy." You squinted, walking to his side. He looked up at your rosy cheeks and glossy eyes, his cock twitching in his pants.

"Please Chan. Just for a few minutes." You whined. "I need to feel your skin against mine. We haven't touched each other for so long, I'm craving you baby."

Chan bit his lower lip softly, pushing his chair away from his desk, leaving enough room for you whilst making sure he could still reach his laptop.

"Fine." He mumbled. "But only for a few seconds.' You nodded, stripping yourself of your pants. You straddled Chan's lap, his hands on your waist gently. You held onto his shoulders, whimpering softly as you finally got to see your handsome man properly.

"So handsome." You purred, kissing up his neck slowly. Chan tilted his head to the side allowing more access for you. His hands moving from your waist to your ass, cupping it.

He spreads your cheeks, squeezing them roughly. His cock getting hard underneath you. You purposefully sat on his crotch, rocking your hips slowly. You moved from his neck to his lips, capturing them against your own.

The kiss was fuelled with need and desire, it only made you more horny. You desperately grasped onto Chan, not wanting to let go. Teeth and tongues collided with each other, saliva mixing together. laboured pants leaving your lips as you increase the speed of your grinding.

"Pup, I have to work." Chan grunted against your lips, pulling away slowly. You pouted.

"But Chan." You grabbed his hand, guiding it down into your panties. Chan shivered as his fingers came into contact with your wet pussy. He rubbed your clit slowly as a soft sigh left your lips. His technique made you want more, so much more than fingers.

His fingers teasingly circled your entrance, fingers covering in your slick. You nuzzled into his neck, soft sighs hitting his skin. Whilst he was teasing your entrance and clit, his lips kissed your shoulder tenderly. He dipped a finger in your entrance, your walls welcoming him. Your essence and warmth coated his fingers as he thrusted it slowly.

You hummed softly, eyes closing. Soon, he added a second, scissoring and stretching you out. His fingers curled against your walls, stroking them with the sides of his fingers. Your pussy contacted and released around him, fingers getting soaked with each pull back.

"Chan, I need you." You pulled away from his neck, whimpering softly as you looked at your flushed boyfriend with glossy eyes.

"You have me, pup." He whispered.

"No. I need you." You slide your hand down to his crotch, squeezing his pulsating erection. Chan bucked his hips in your hand, grunting softly as he pulled his fingers out off your aching cunt.

"We can't, pup. I seriously have to work. We can when we get home." You whined at Chan, kicking your head back and groaning.

"I can't wait, Chan!"

"You have to. I have to mix Jisung's vocals for this track before tomorrow so we can work on something else." His arms extended to the side of you, fingers tapping away at his keyboard again.

"Can you at least put it in?" Chan's fingers stopped, his eyes looking at you as you pouted. "Pleaseee. You'll feel relaxed and stress-free. Plus, I feel so empty, Chan. I can't wait till home to get filled by you." You gave him your best puppy eyes.

Chan groaned softly, nodding before resuming his work. You smirked, pulling his cock out off his restraints as you pulled your panties to the side. You grabbed his cock by the base, skin hot against your hand. You rubbed his tip up and down your slit, coating it in your essence.

"Don't tease pup. If you want it in, do it now before I change my mind." Chan growled. You hummed softly, lifting your hips up before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You both groaned in unison. The warmth and wetness of your pussy along with the stretch was blissful to you both. You sunk all the way down, burying your head into his neck.

You kept still. The warmth of your pussy suffocated chan. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, making him groan softly from the back of his throat. He could no longer concentrate on his work, his focus shifting to you.

His fingers hovered over the keys, hand stationary on his mouse. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, think of something other than your warmth and your soft laboured pants. He felt you grip onto his hoodie, bundling it up in your fists. "Focus Chan, you have to work." was all he could tell himself.

He likes to think he has willpower, determination, but this was testing him and he's slowly failing.

"I can't do this." he finally spoke, hands grabbed your ass as he stood from his seat, his cock still inside you. You giggled softly against his skin as he gently placed you on the sofa before towering over you. He placed his hands by your head before slowly thrusting.

"You feel too good around me, pup. How am I supposed to concentrate on my work?"

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mugram · 2 months

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Sway the Court - Scene Transcript

* The small video in this Scene Transcript includes a quick flash/glitch at the end of it to flash to the MUGRAM logo. The video is not important to your experience of this Scene Transcript. Please enjoy.

I'll sway the court Make their decisions Choose their hand

“Listen to me, okay? I will make sure you get out so you can see your family again.” Mayumi mutters to her client.

“Thank you.” Her client smiles. “I need to get back to my job so I can get money for my family.”

“Of course.” Mayumi nods. “I’ll make sure that you don’t spend any time in jail.”

Doors fly open

And it’s the fight for our lives

“...She should not be jailed for the crimes someone else has clearly done. Thank you.” Mayumi takes a seat and looks over at the person sitting next to her.

“You think you can convince them to let me go?”

“Well, I’m sure I can sway the court into your favor.” Mayumi gives a small smile. “I promise you that you will see your family again. If not immediately, then after a little bit of community service.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Her client profusely thanks Mayumi.

“Hey, don’t worry.” Mayumi places a hand on her client’s shoulder. “Lawyers are meant to help out their clients.”

I don’t care how wrong this could go for me

You all will be free so just let me be

“I have to ask.” Mayumi stands. “Witness, did you see my client actually go over to the store, rob it, and leave minutes after?"

"Well, I didn't see her rob it, but the alarm–" The witness starts.

"You didn't see her do it." Mayumi points out.

"Yes, but–" The witness rubs their neck.

"You were across the street from the store; how would you know it was her?" Mayumi stares at the witness, who now is uncomfortably shifting before they finally breathe. "If you don't have any answer, then I guess my line of questioning is over."

Mayumi begins to walk back to her seat.

"She was the only person who left when the alarm went off." The witness finally speaks.

Mayumi grimaces.

I'll sway the court

Make their decisions

Choose their hand

Her client only stares back.

So, don't even worry

I have the command and the proof in my hand

I'll make sure that these things will only sway in my favor

"Okay, I need you to tell me. Be honest." Mayumi exhales. "Did you steal from the store?"

"What?" The client shakes her head vigorously. "No, no! I wouldn't do that. I went there to grab some snacks and medication for my sister. I wouldn't rob the store! I have a job and I'm the only source of income for them and I can't leave them because then–"

"Hey, okay. Take a deep breath with me, okay?" Mayumi inhales and exhales.

Her client breathes slowly.

"I promise you, I'll get you out of here, alright?"

"Alright. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I have to do this.” Mayumi exhales.

It’s justice after all.

"Your Honor, this is an outrage.” Mayumi stands up. “Surely you can find some leeway–"

“It’s clear to me that after all this back and forth what my stance will be.” The judge bangs a gavel and Mayumi swallows with a frown.

Don’t condemn anything I say

Because I swear I’ll make them pay

“...is GUILTY of the charge of theft.” The judge announces.

“Damn it.” Mayumi mumbles as she stares at the judge before falling back to her seat.

“Hey. What… What does this mean?”

She turns over to her client.

And, don’t you dare turn your back on me yet

Because you shouldn’t need to repent

For sins aren’t yours

“I… I don’t know.” Mayumi swallows. “I’m sorry.”

They’re all mine.

Mayumi stands in the hallway and watches as her client walks past her. Her hands are cuffed and she has a terrified look on her face.

Mayumi looks down.

I'll sway the court

Make their decisions

Choose their hand

Mayumi watches the car drive away, her client inside. “I’m sorry.”

So, don't even worry

“Hey, Kubo-san.” One of her coworkers rolls over in his chair. “I heard about your last case.”

“It’s… fine. Don’t worry.” Mayumi waves him off.

“Hey, it’s not fine. You poured your heart into that case.”

“I know! It’s just…”

“It happens sometimes. I understand. We can’t save everyone.”

“But, she was clearly innocent!”

I have the command and the proof in my hand

Her coworker sighs. “I know.”

Mayumi exhales and her coworker places a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s just how things happen around here, Kubo-san. I’m sorry.”

I'll make sure that these things will only sway in my favor

"I heard she got her sentence and was brought to prison earlier today."

"...I don't really think that's something you should say to try and comfort someone." Mayumi rubs her face.

"...Ah, my bad." He rubs the back of his head. "Well, you could always visit in the future."

"Yeah, sure."

It’s justice after all.

The key clicks and Mayumi pushes her apartment door open. Wrapping her brown coat around her arm, she walks over to the couch.

Picking up a remote and tapping the on button at the TV, a red flash instantly catches Mayumi's attention.

…found dead in her cell last night.

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celestial-grls · 1 year

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Full Moon Salon / Robin Buckley x fem!reader

summary: You decide to give yourself bangs in the middle of the night. Robin comes to the rescue. Fluffy blurb because I believe everyone should give themselves bangs at least once and have someone you love fix them for you. word count: 1k a/n: it’s been foreverrrr since I posted anything but I hope you all like this ok mwah mwah until next time

It’s nothing short of a miracle when Robin can fall asleep soundly and stay asleep for a long time. It’s gotten better since you two have been together. Now, she has someone to listen to her little musings and a breathing pattern more soothing than her own to fall asleep to. You make it a point to climb into bed first so that she’ll actually want to come in, otherwise she’d try to move things around in your bedroom or find a task to do that would keep her from sleeping.

So when Robin stirs from her sleep and blindly reaches for you in bed and doesn’t find you there, she thinks you must’ve gotten up for a glass of water. She faintly hears a snipping sound, followed by the light coming from the bathroom and affronting her bleary eyes.

The bathroom door is left a few inches ajar, and she watches you for a few moments while her sleepy state catches up to what’s happening. Even with her eyes barely open, she can spot that furrow you get in between your eyebrows when you concentrate.

“Baby?” Robin rasps, gently opening the door a little wider.

You startle, not expecting her to be awake let alone watching you give yourself bangs. She could not look any more endearing, standing in her socks with sandy hair in a million cowlicks. “Oh my god! Sorry, you scared me Rob,” your tone is affected with concern, upset that you woke her up.

Robin leans against the doorframe, rubbing at her eye and trying to disguise a yawn. “You’re cutting your hair,” she says it like she’s finally found the answer to a crossword.

“Just some bangs. Or, I was just cutting my hair. You can go back to bed, baby. I’ll be there in two seconds, I just need to get the sides even,” You maneuver the scissors so that they’re on an angle and cautiously snip, watching the strands collect on the towel you laid down over the bathroom sink.

Robin shuffles to stand directly in front of you, and she reaches out to rub your arm like she always does. She looks at you, still tired but the corners of her mouth are turning up into a smile and asks, “Do you…want help?”

“Rob—”, you start but she gently cuts you off.

“You don’t remember that my mom has cut my hair for like a million years? I’ve learned a thing or two from watching her do it,” Robin runs her fingers through the pieces of hair resting against your forehead now, tilting her head to see what your new haircut might need.

You look at her and fondly sigh, “Your mom does do a good job. Are you sure you don’t wanna go to bed, though?”

Robin shakes her head, “We’ll be back in bed and sleeping faster if you let me help,”

You don’t need anymore convincing. With a little nod, you hand the scissors to Robin and allow her to take over. It should be foreign and strange to trust her so easily, but right now you don’t think about that at all. You’re just thinking about Robin’s slight pout of concentration, the soft sounds of her snipping, and the light brush of her fingertips playing with the strands until they lay right.

You start smiling and try to hide a laugh that escapes. Robin stops snipping for a second and jokingly warns, “Very unprofessional customer in my salon today. If you laugh too hard, I might have to botch this bang job.”

“No, baby, I promise I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because your mom only likes to cut your hair during a full moon and there’s definitely a full moon tonight.” you explain to her, remembering that little fact you’ve collected about Robin.

“Oh, well thank god. Otherwise we’d have to really think of an explanation for your sudden urge for a haircut,” she chides. You give her a quick eyeroll and close them again so she can resume the snipping.

It’s quiet for a few moments while she takes the scissors at an upward angle to feather the bottoms to look wispy rather than blunt. It turns out she has learned a thing or two from a lifetime of full moon haircuts given to her by her mom in the living room. At least enough to give you nicer bangs than the slightly choppier version that you has given yourself prior to Robin intervening.

She shakes out the sides by your ears to make sure all of it blends together before saying, “You’ve been officially banged by one Robin Buckley,”

You laugh at her, “It’s gonna be like a good week or two of those jokes before you give up, huh?”

“That’s a promise, baby” Robin steps back so you can take a real look at yourself in the mirror. The results are almost infuriatingly better than you could’ve hoped for. You take a second to run your fingers over your bangs, adjusting to the look of them on your face before beaming at Robin and throwing your arms around her.

“I hate you. Why are you so good at everything?” The sarcastic scolding is followed by you kissing her silly until she’s flushed and tucking her bedhead behind her ears, her shy little habit that she’s had no matter how long you’ve been together.

“So you like them, then?” Robin softly pinches your chin between her pointer finger and thumb and just looks at you looking back at her with this look in your eye that melts her into a puddle.

“I love them, Rob, thankyouthankyouthankyou” you say in quick succession and then decide, “Let’s go to bed, huh?”

Despite Robin’s still tired state she can’t help but quip, “Woah, baby, it’s just a haircut. Don’t tell me your regular hairdresser gets that from you!”

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heard-nsfw-is-back · 6 months

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oh my God healthy mother alert

Cw: hateful speech (homophobic, classism, cheating parents, ableist rhetoric ie learning in a classroom setting) it's not healthy but for once I wrote about a good mother son relationship. Don't worry I'll make it up next time😌

Steve and Eddie come back late from a date and unfortunately Steve's parents' car is there in the driveway. Steve feels so fucking cold and Eddie takes a deep breath and looks to him. "Wait here." Steve says, holding up a hand. He already knew Eddie was willing to come with him. At Eddie's face, Steve smiles, warm but terrified. "I'd rather deal with them alone. Don't worry sweetheart, keep the car warm." He winks and slides out the car, keeping it running just in case.

Eddie is sitting in the dark, minutes drag by and his legs are getting tired from bouncing around. Eventually Eddie sucks his teeth. "Fuck it." He climbs out of the car, careful to leave the door open in case they need to run. Or worse, walk slowly and hold themselves together. Steve was always talking about how exhausting his parents are. A nice way of saying they sucked, as far as Eddie's emotional translator was concerned.

He walked up to the house, carefully and quietly. Not that it would have done any good, he could hear Steve's father from outside. "....enough that it's a man but does it have to be that man? He's a fuck up in school Steve. He can't even graduate, it's just memorizing answers at this point he can't even do that right!" Well fuck. Ow. Eddie pantomimed pulling a dagger from his heart, trying not to giggle. Weak sauce insults were a dime a dozen. He's heard worse from 12 year old girls. Steve made a disgusted sound. "Dad you only got your first job because your father blew the old boss. We all know it." Eddie's knees almost gave out. Fuck his baby knew how to take it AND give it. "Besides, whenever I asked you for help you always told me to ask mom. Looks like you need a refresher, huh? And anyways it doesn't take a genius to make coffee you said? You broke the first two coffee makers I bought you for Christmas!"

Eddie was going to rawdog Steve the second he got his hands on him. Maybe he could convince him to do it on the driveway. Steve's dad interrupted Eddie's frankly fantastic imagination. "All we ask is for you to do well enough to get in the business and take over. Get a wife. Hell we'll find you one! But you have to go after that sick murderer! We're doing this for your own good. For the family's good." Steve scoffed. "If you have a shit about my well-being you should have been here instead of banging your secretary. Family good, my ass." Eddie grinned and made a face. Fuck Steve was so hot when he was being mean.

From this angle he could see both Steve and his dad look over at a woman that frankly, was far to gorgeous to be married to that guy. She held up a hand and Eddie swallowed another laugh, Steve looked just like her. "I've heard enough. I've just had a 12 hour flight. I've been wearing shoes that would make Madonna cry in sympathy. I'm tired and I don't want to hear anymore. Steve." And his baby looked seconds from crying. "Steve did I ever tell you I had a girlfriend in high school?" WHAT? WHAT? HUH? EXCUSE ME? Eddie's jaw broke off and bounced somewhere over where Steve's must've. "Mom. What? Like a girl space friend or a." At this Steve made a wiggle with some finger scissor. Eddie took it back, he was going to teach Steve some decorum on the driveway.

His mother just smiled. "Sweetheart I would never get mad at you for dating who you wanted. Besides I know about the secretary. Who do you think told me?" At this she made a sly wink and Eddie was going to eat out two Harringtons in his life or his name isn't Edward Munson. Joking. Mostly. Steve's father was fit to burst. "But dear, our boy is shacking up with the Munson boy! It's just not right!" His mother snapped her finger and both men stood up straight. Interesting, good to know Steve can be obedient, Eddie thought. He had to learn how to snap though.

"I've heard your complaints, dear." The word dear coming out more like a mocking thing rather than endearing. "I'm refusing to hear them. I won't have our boy, our son, trapped in some worthless, emotionless well like ours. Steve as far as I'm concerned, you're fine. All is well." She pointed at her husband. "Don't make me disgrace you with a formal divorce." She snapped when it looked like he was going to protest. "The fact that I still have your last name is vile enough, I have enough stakes in the company to keep me well fed, I will do it. And I'll take your pretty little secretary with me."

Steve looked proud, intrigued, and a little grossed out. "Mom I really. Really don't want to hear about your sex lives." At this, she looked a little considerate. "You're right. It's inappropriate. Anyway, go bring your boyfriend in, that concrete can't be good for his knees." They all looked up and Steve smiled. Eddie had hid his upper body well behind some plants but the entire lower half of his body was out to see. He waved his fingers and walked in. "Uh. Hi. Hi, Steve's mom. Steve's dad." His mother looked amused and Steve was smiling, clear adoration in his eyes. His father looked. Embarrassed. Good.

"I'll skip the small talk. If my son comes to me upset in any way, and I find out you had anything to do with it, nothing, no one, and nowhere would keep you safe from me. Understand?" Steve's mom leaned back, looking relaxed and regal all at once. "Yes ma'am." Eddie promised. "You better graduate." Steve's dad interjected. "Can it." Steve threw back. And he took Eddie's hand. "Come on." He dragged Eddie back out to the car. "You can't have a boner in front of my parents dude." Steve hissed when they sat in. "Oh shit." Eddie murmured and Steve's head hit the steering wheel.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve

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since you plan on continuing the chipposting, do you have any chip x reader headcanons regarding a toon s/o? 👀

Oh buddy I’m a little embarrassed to say you’re about to open Pandora’s box with that question. Absolutely. Thanks for giving me an excuse to talk it

This got a little lengthy so I’ll put it under a cut lol…

🌲 Chainsaw Consultant/Chip Revvington x Reader/Toon S/O

• Chip is generally very reserved, serious and formal. He’s a hard worker with work on his mind most of the time. He's extremely aloof, it must have taken a long time for him to be friendly around you!

• In the rare event he took interest in you, however, you should know he’s never flirted in his life before lol. He’ll be stuffy and a little awkward. Flirting from him would involve him asking if you wanted to get a coffee (Cogfee? Oil?) on his lunch break with him. He’d probably compliment you on really dry things like your work performance or work ethic while nervously adjusting his tie or cuffs.

• Despite his stoic, cold and scary exterior, he’s very sweet and gentle around his loved ones. The last thing he’d want to do is hurt you! Which is a little bit of a challenge, being a huge robot with a massive unwieldy blade on his face, so he tries really hard to be careful around you.

• Likes picking you up and holding you. You’re small and the perfect holding-size, you can’t blame the guy! Though again, he tries to be extremely careful when doing so.

• He wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a chainsaw cover around his coworkers, but he insists on wearing it around you at home, for your safety. Especially since that saw of his will activate in response to certain emotions - like when he’s angry, or laughing, etc.

• He loves simply spending quiet time with you at your estate. You don’t even have to talk, your presence and company is enough. It gives him a moment of peace where he doesn’t have to worry about his demanding bosses, the stress from work, the override, or gags being launched at his head.

• Regarding the override… you’re aware it exists, and before you started dating, he warned you profusely about it. It took a lot of convincing on your part that you trust him and that you’ll stay safe around him. Thankfully, the override only seems to trigger when he’s at work, but he’s still wary. You both agree that you’ll keep a Toon portal on you at all times… just in case you ever need an out.

• There will be times when he’s going to come home after an override at work. He’ll be especially exhausted and likely banged up from potential fights. It’s times like this he’ll appreciate comfort the most.

• Chip is not good with words (he’s a robot meant for business after all) but he’s a good listener. Especially since you always want to help him with his problems, he wants to try to do his best to reciprocate. His love language is very much action-based rather than words. That being said, he’ll listen to what you like. It’s not uncommon for him to come home with gifts that made him think of you.

• Yeah ofc he’s touch-starved, no one wants to be near the huge scary chainsaw guy. Though the thought of being touch-starved never occurred to him much in the past - again, he’s all business. It isn’t until you show him some affection does he realize “Hmm. This is actually very nice.”

• One perk of dating chip is literally 0 Cogs or Toons would try to mess with you out of fear of provoking his wrath lol. He’s also naturally protective. Like I imagine if you go on a dinner date with him you two would get the absolute BEST service due to this.

• Chip is not good at cheering people up (he’s a Cog! His job is to do the complete opposite, you can’t blame him) but he would try regardless. He would crack the most stiff and awkward joke ever (which in itself is really funny to me and would probably cheer me up, personally).

• Speaking of which, he doesn’t make it apparent at all but I think he actually has somewhat of a sense of humor under his cold exterior. He has the world’s DRYEST sense of humor, but it’s there - the kind where you have to do a double take and say “wait, did you just make a joke?” Of course, it only comes out when he's around people he’s comfortable with, like you or Spruce.

• I think having a Toon s/o would help him loosen up just a tad! He’s usually really uptight, but he might be slightly more willing to do “fun” things with you over time. You might be able to convince him to play Toono or go mini golfing. It’s good for him too, he needs a break!

#Miiight do other manager/reader HCs if anyone wants em and they’re one that I’m interested in. No guarantees tho but could be fun #toontown #toontown corporate clash #chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #x reader #reader insert #headcanon #headcanons #headcanon stuff #ttcc #toonblr

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Nameless Need Pt. 1 - Hero

Word count: 739

Masterlist

Pairing: Adam Sackler x OFC (Selena Allen)

Warnings: Stalking, more warnings to come

A/N: This is my first time writing Adam Sackler, or for Adam Driver at all so please be gentle with me. I have a feeling Adam will feel kinda OOC, cause I've only seen a few episodes of the girls but hopefully you all enjoy anyway!

Summary: Selena 'Lena' Allen convinces her neighbor, Adam, to pretend to be her boyfriend so that a Stalker will leave her alone. Things get a little out of hand after that.

The thump at the stairs caught Adam’s attention while he was fishing his keys out of his pocket. The woman that lived across the hall had dropped her grocery bag and her purse when she tripped running up the stairs. Adam put his stuff down and walked over to her, grabbed her under the arm and helped stand her up.

“Help me,” She hissed as she put an arm on the shoulder and leaned into him.

“What?” He asked.

“He’s been following me since work,” She gasped before speaking much louder, “God, you’re my hero, baby.” Adam took only a second before he fell into character. He dipped her low like he was dancing with her and grabbed her grocery bag as he nuzzled her neck.

“What would you do without me,” He said chuckled at the same volume as her.

“Lena, sweets, you dropped you…. Oh,” Said a man who had a jar in his hand as he walked up the stairs. He stopped short when he saw Adam.

“Charlie, I didn’t see you. I thought you were still at the hospital,” She giggled as she let Adam right her and moved to put the large man between her and Charlie.

“Here let me take that,” Adam offered his hand out to Charlie.

“Oh sure,” Charlie said suspiciously. “She can be such a klutz sometimes. I’m sure you are constantly picking up after her.”

“Well it’s a nice view, so I don’t mind,” Adam said. He turned and handed the jar to Lena with a wink. “Hey babe, why don’t you take your stuff inside and I come give you a massage,”

“Ok, don’t take too long, or I might start without you,” Lena said coyly, before prancing as best as she could into her apartment.

“Charlie, right,” Adam said as he turned to look back at the man who had followed his neighbor home from her job. “Lena, hasn’t talked about you before, sorry.” Charlie made a face of displeasure and that pleased Adam. Typical stalker.

“Right, yeah, I work with her at the hospital. Ya know, Lena said she had a boyfriend but none of us believed her. You should come by some time as proof. I mean unless it’s not that serious,” Charlie sneered. He was trying to get a ruse out of Adam, but that was not going work.

“Oh it’s pretty serious,” Adam said as he moved to go toward Lena’s door. “See ya around Charlie,” He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder before walking into Lena’s apartment.

“Thanks,” She huffed as Adam closed the door behind himself. “I’m Selena, by the way. Everyone calls me Lena at work, though.”

“Adam,” He introduced himself to her, letting himself look at her. She had sandy hair pulled into a high ponytail, cute but also efficient, with her bangs hanging over in front of her grey eyes. He also noticed that she was wearing scrubs. “Do I need to take a shower in disinfectant?” He asked lifting his hands and gesturing at her.

“What? Oh no you’re good.” She laughed earnestly. “Can I make you dinner, you know, to say thanks?” She looked frazzled.

“I don’t need anything like that, he looked like a fucking creep.” Adam said tossing his thumb over his shoulder.

“It’s just spaghetti, the least I can do for my ‘boyfriend’,” She put little air quotes around boyfriend.

“Does he do that often? Follow you home?” Adam asked. He couldn’t say why but between the cute way you shook your bangs out of your face, and the way his blood was boiling with anger toward Charlie, he didn’t want to move away from the front door.

“Uh no, this is the first time, at least the first time I’ve seen him, near my home,” She started pulling her groceries out of the bag that Adam had rescued for her. “I, uh, this is stupid but would you please stay for dinner. I don’t want to be alone, I mean I just don’t feel safe, you know?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna wash dishes.” Adam said finally taking a step toward her little kitchen island.

“Thanks, I need to go change, make yourself comfortable.” She gestured to some chairs she had by the island before walking away.

“So, you’re a doctor?” Adam asked as he fell into the chair with a bit of a sigh. What had he gotten himself into here?

#adam sackler x OFC #Adam Sackler #OFC #Nurse!ofc #Stalking

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I Get a Suger Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 5.1

Happy whatever day it is for you, fellow Drukkari stans! We've made it to the fifth chapter, which is already further than I thought I was going to get with this! If you missed the last installment and need to catch up, you can find it here, or you can start over from the beginning here. Last time, Thena went out with a bang and some interesting advice to Druig. What will he do with it? Find out now in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off, with an extra special guest star!

Druig had been trying to push his conversation with Thena out of his mind to no avail. While at work, he’d often found himself lost in thought as he went over his and Makkari’s interactions over the past few weeks. His co-worker at the shop had to take over most customer interactions, much to his annoyance. After the third time that week, it seemed he’d had enough. After zoning out on the job again, Druig was brought back to his senses when Hunter shoved a box of books into his arms.

“Jesus, Hunter!” was all he could get out as he tried not to topple over at the sudden weight.

“Oi! You need to snap out of whatever this is and start pulling your weight,” Hunter responded, already on the move. Druig trudged after him to the front of the store with the box.

“I’m fine,” Druig replied, not even convincing himself.

“That’s what my demonic hell beast ex-wife said right before we got divorced. Again,” he said, coming to a halt. There was no place to set down the box, so Druig simply held it as Hunter unpacked its contents. After a good minute of silence, Hunter added, “Really? No jab about the second divorce? You usually can’t resist that.”

“Too easy, and you were expecting it. Makes it less fun,” Druig mumbled.

“That’s never stopped you before,” Hunter remarked as he finished unpacking the box. He glanced out the front window of the tiny secondhand shop. With no customer in sight, he turned back to Druig and sighed. “Alright, what are you moping about this time? Did you get eliminated?”

“You know I can’t tell you.”

“Like you really care about breaking the rules.”

Hunter was staring him down now. While Druig never wanted to admit to moping, he also knew he could trust his co-worker. With a roll of the eyes, he relented.

“It’s not Bake Off. It’s more… Bake Off-adjacent.”

“What does that mean?”

“I sort of met someone on Bake Off.”

“And they haven’t been scared off by your stink face yet?”

“She has not.”

“Is that why you’ve been in a good mood the past month?” Druig raised an eyebrow at that. “Or at least less likely to put off customers with your brooding, anyway.”

“I guess so.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“Nothing really. I just… I realized I don’t actually know how she feels about me. And asking her out is probably against the rules.”

It was Hunter’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “You’ve been around her for a month and you’re just now realizing this?”

“Things were going well enough. Guess I didn’t feel the need to find out before now.”

“Well, leave it to you to get stuck in some will-they-won’t-they after getting into baking on a dare,” Hunter said, not even trying to hide his smile.

“So you admit it’s your fault?” Druig deadpanned.

“I take no responsibility over your brooding,” he retorted. “You should probably figure out what’s going on with her, else you’re start scaring customers off again. And congrats on making it this far, by the way.”

“Did I say I was still in it?”

Hunter thought for a moment before muttering, “Bollocks,” to himself just as a customer walked in. Druig smirked as he took the empty box and retreated to the back. Hunter quickly plastered on his customer service smile as he turned around. Glancing back, Druig sniggered as he noticed his co-worker flipping him off behind his back.

Druig was usually quite good at keeping secrets. He’d always been quiet by default, and having been a loner for much of his life, he didn’t exactly have many people to share secrets with anyway. He’d already resolved to keep that last part of his and Thena’s conversation to himself, but despite his best efforts, it seems he couldn’t completely hide the fact that he was hiding something from Makkari. Even over text, she seemed to notice something was off. It only got worse when they met on the first morning of the fifth week.

He greeted her and the rest of their friends as usual, talking about their weeks and teasing Sersi for being late when she finally made her unintentional grand entrance. He thought he was in the clear – that is, until Makkari cornered him on the shuttle. He was seated in the back row between her and the window, with Phastos already sleeping soundly on the other side of her. They were just pulling away from the hotel when she poked him in the ribs and signed, Out with it.

Out with what? he asked, rubbing the spot where she’d poked. Luckily, he hadn’t made any noise at the surprise contact, but it had still hurt a bit.

Whatever it is you’re not saying, she replied. Something’s clearly bothering you, and I haven’t been able to figure out what it is.

Really, oh great detective? he tried to tease, but she only raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed as he said, It’s nothing.

It’s not nothing if it’s bugging you, she said, concern creeping into her steady gaze. He softened at the sight, though he was still resolved not to tell her anything. Instead, he signed, It’s nothing I won’t get over. You don’t need to worry.

She studied him, and Druig did his best to look reassuring. After a moment, she gave a slight nod before saying, Good. Can’t have you losing focused and getting eliminated.

Not a chance, he replied with a confident smirk. She smiled back, seemingly satisfied for now. That said, Druig had a feeling he hadn’t heard the end of it yet.

Don't know if any of you are also Agents of SHIELD fans, but welcome to Lance Hunter! Because the thought of Hunter and Druig working in a shop together makes me laugh for whatever reason 😂 Hope you enjoyed this mini-installment!

Part 15

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals fanfiction #eternals #welcome to lance hunter #druig is stressed #he needs a friend

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15 April 2023: The Men That God Forgot, Waco Brothers. (Plenty Tuff, 2023)

I was a rabid Mekons fan at one point, and while that British group does occasionally play in Chicago where I and several of them live it is far more common to see Jon Langford, one of the Mekons frontpeople, perform with his band Waco Brothers. I was never a rabid Wacos fan; they were fun to see live from time to time, but I didn't worry about obtaining their albums. During pandemic sequestering I obtained a copy of the Wacos' "hits" album Resist! and when I played that a couple of years after buying it I wound up convincing myself I should buy the band's forthcoming new album. Forget that by that time I was sick of the Wacos, Jon Langford's presence in my general scene had become so constant that I hit my life's quota of his projects, and the band's new violinist Jean Cook (who had already been playing in Langford groups for quite a few years before becoming an official Waco) somehow rubbed me the wrong way. It would have been a perfect time to break off any intentions of buying new Waco Brothers material, not to mention that their drummer Joe Camarillo died in January 2021. I could have stopped with the hits album, but habits and greed led me to obtaining this new album that I barely wanted. The album is fine, I've got no beef with the material, but a collector needs to have limits and I'm irritated that I ignored my own with this purchase. (I do think the cover art is abysmal; considering Langford's visual-arts talent this seems like a budget rush job.)

Above are the front and back covers.

Below is the left side of the opened CD package. This is a Langford painting and shows what he's truly capable of.

Below is the entirety of the opened package with the disc removed to show the design under the tray, a design for "Plenty Tuff Records," an entity likely made up by the Wacos for this project; it harkens to their 1995 song "Plenty Tough—Union Made." I've no doubt that Langford banged out that Plenty Tuff logo, but my goodness that's got to be one of the least attractive things he's drawn.

Here we have the CD in the tray, using graphic elements from the front cover and looking far more appealing than the front's beige and blue.

This is the final post of purchases I made in 2023. Roughly 300 additional acquisitions made between April 15 and December 31 thus get abandoned as I restart my efforts in the next post with the first purchase of 2024. I hope to not fall so behind this new year, but I have no doubt life will get in the way once again.

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Author Self-Rec

Thanks for tagging me in for this @bazzybelle @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @nightimedreamersworld @tea-brigade and @sillyunicorn

post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers

I have 10 fics so I guess I’m recommending half of them 😂 . Which means none of these will be surprising because I’m sure you’ve all heard me talk them to death by now.

1. Slings And Eros (M, 95k and counting)

I couldn’t make this list without this fic. It’s a beast, but it’s my baby. It’s my longest by a wide margin, which probably feels intimidating to potential readers, but I still hope people give it a chance because I just feel all kinds of ways about this one. It’s on the surface an Eros and Psyche Greek myth au but it’s also barely that at all and does not require knowledge of the original or of mythology. It follows star-crossed god Simon and human Baz as they work with Penelope to save Baz from the wrath of Simon’s father. In the midst of that, it explores prophecy, destiny, morality, accountability, identity, and all the ways we can love. And it also weaves in as many themes/characters from the books as possible ofc. I look forward to the day this one is complete and I can read it through and hopefully still love it.

2. A Man of Letters (T, 54k)

I’ve easily read this fic more than any other (mine or anyone else’s). It was so much fun using the unsent-letters-cum-diary format to construct the narrative and I think this ended up being a super successful way to write it. Baz gets to live that Beau Brummell life and Simon gets to play with swords. There is trauma, class anxiety, miscommunication, and oodles of romantic tension. Also! Lady Ruth! Who, I dare say I did a pretty bang up job of characterizing pre-awtwb. (You didn’t hear it from me, but Lady Ruth may do a bit of Plotting™️ of her own...🤫 )

3. Chamber by Chamber (E, 19k)

My most kudosed fic now apparently. Maybe I should just rec the series it’s in. There are three fics that do all build together, but they can stand on their own, depending how deep you want to go. This fic was my way of having Simon and Baz finally fully accept the monstrous in themselves by giving that to each other, using Simon’s WS quote as a kind of outline. I termed it therapeutic smut, which is accurate, while also being very kinky—but look at who we’re dealing with. It was also an excuse for me to write all the tail sex. Fully (and very explicitly 😅) illustrated with a banging playlist.

4. I Can’t Believe He’s Not Butter (T, 5k)

Yes it’s crack, but I still really love this fic. Also, most of my fics are chaptered and 10k+ so this could offer some nice entry level commitment. Do you yearn for sensual scenes of butter spreading? An oversaturation of saucy puns about sauces? Poetic musings from the syrup caddy at table six? Have a need to see the only appropriate use of the word “nubbin”? This is the fic for you! I truly had no idea how much worldbuilding I was going to do for this one. Did I need to explore the interpersonal relationships and social/power dynamics of diner condiments? Well actually yes, yes I did. I hope pancake syrup!Baz and margarine!Simon are very happy together in their blue plate special life.

5. To the Manor Borne (T, 43k)

My COC entry from 2020, using each day’s prompt to write another chapter; the plot is intentionally loose at best, so the chapters are pretty standalone if you wanted to do this one in shorter installments. The ws-era gang spends the Christmas holidays at Pitch manor doing dead spot research, arts and crafts, caroling, canoodling, and introspection. Shepard teaches Baz, Penny, and Agatha how to tie their shoelaces the Normal way. Simon is back in therapy and trying to convince Baz to go to, too. Penny is doing work on her dad’s team. Agatha doesn’t know why she’s there, but she’ll figure it out. Snowbaz exchange gifts, have touching moments in the rain, go flying, and are just generally nauseatingly adorable.

And that’s it! If you read to here, hi, thank you, and if you’ve not done this yourself, consider this your official tag. Also tagging in five people: @bloodiedpixie @starwarned @skeedelvee @prettylightsbigcity @otherpeoplesheartachept-2

#tag game #fic rec #slings and eros #a man of letters #chamber by chamber #icbhnb #to the manor borne #shameless self promotion #spicy links

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I actually have a little idea for a fic

Now what if some of the Life is strange Characters were with Leon on his mission to save Ashley

A/N: That's definitely an interesting request. It was quite a challenge, since I hae forgot most of the plot throughout the years and I had to watch gameplay, which is the ultimate reason why it took me that long, but I love challenges. Also I wrote for the characters of the first lis game, since that's the only game of the franchise I'm mostly familiar with. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, a bit of graphic description of violence

I imagine that Chloe and Max accidentally end up in the village, while on a roadtrip around Europe.

“We’re are totally lost.”

“We aren’t lost.”

They are lost

Eventually, they run out of gas and get stuck in the middle of nowhere. Max freaks out and Chloe will comfort her.

“When this is all over, we will laugh at the memory. Plus, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

And oh boy, did the worst thing happen.

Stumbling upon a village, the two of them approach the locals in hope to get some orientation as to where they were. Instead of that, the villagers tried to attack them with whatever tool in hand. Scared shitless, the girls ran for dear life when the villagers began chasing them. Once Max saw a person with a chainsaw, she lost all hope. Just as she was about to reverse time, the bangs of gunshots anchored her attention. Looking at the direction where the sound came from, she saw a man taking out the chainsaw guy.

“What are you two doing here? Are you hurt?” The mysterious man questioned.

“And who are you?” Chloe spoke up with her hands crossed before her chest.

“Don’t have time for introductions, have you two seen the girl on this photo?” He handed a pic of a blond girl.

“Are you a cop or something?” Chloe questioned, eyeing him from to bottom; even if he was a cop, be looked nothing like one. In fact, he looked like he was straight out of a runway fashion show with his middle part hairstyle and his face that looked like it belongs to a top model. The girl was almost sure he was shitting them.

“Sort of. You two should get outta here.”

“Then why are you here?” Chloe raised her brow at him in disbelief.

“Trust me if I could help it, I wouldn’t be here. Now come on, I gotta take you somewhere safe.”

With no better choice, the girls decided to stick with the blond-haired man.

Chloe is a bit uneasy around Leon at first, but she eventually gets comfortable around him.

So does Max.

So much so she tells him about her power.

After everything Leon has seen on the job, he wasn't exactly surprised, though he was a bit skeptical at first.

But it doesn't take long for him to be convinced that Max did actually have the ability to reverse time.

Max always helps with solving puzzles to save some time.

Both Chloe and Max stick to Leon when things get messy.

The two of them having to face the terrors of the village alongside Leon.

Max using her power to help and save Leon.

Leon looking after the two girls.

By the time they locate Ashley he feels like a babysitter, though he couldn't deny that their presence grew on him.

He may or may not get protective of the girls.

Max comforts Ashley, once they find her in the church.

Max and Ashley getting along and befriending each other.

Chloe is not found of Ashley, because she gets jealous of how well they get along.

Chloe taking an interest in Leon's guns.

"Come on! At least give me a shot."

"No way."

Chloe ending up saving Leon's life.

Leon grunted as he struggled to break free from the grip of a villager. His gun fell to the ground, too far away for him to reach- at that moment he thought he was done for. Warm liquid splashed across his face, the villager above him fell limp on the ground. Immediately, he stood up and searched for Luis, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he saw Chloe with his gun in her hands. She trembled as she lowered the handgun.

"Don't you dare touch that!"

Which leads to him teaching her how to properly use guns.

Though Leon doesn't trust her enough to give her a gun and he gives her his knife instead.

Max takes a ton of pictures inside the castle.

Somehow, she manages to convince Leon in taking a few group photos.

One of which he keeps even years later.

Ashley and Max bond over photography.

When Max and Chloe find out that Leon and Ashley are infected, they get frightened.

Though they are determined to search for a cure alongside Leon; not only so they cloud get out alive, but also because they got attached to him and Ashley.

Max and Chloe end up meeting Ada.

"Long time no see." A woman in red dress appeared behind them.

"Ada!" Leon looked at her.

"Since when have you become a babysitter?"

"We aren't children!"

"Chloe!" Max held her arm in poor attempt to shush her friend.

"Why are you here?" He asked, but was left without an answer. For she disappeared as quickly as she appeared behind a thick wall of smoke.

Chloe and Max continuously asks who Ada is.

It didn't take them him to realize he had some history with her, when they don't get an immediate answer.

Which leads to them teasing him about Ada.

Whilst Leon deals with Saddler, the girls chat with the merchant.

After Leon finishes him off, the four of them make their escape on jets.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price

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House Of Wax: Part Twenty

@rubycstory07 😊

Not sure if anyone is still reading this but hey. Not sure if I like this chapter, think I’ve made Vincent too soft, he probably would have stabbed her lol

Warnings: Rape (Mentioned), Miscarriage (Mentioned), Self harm (Mentioned)

(Kaia wakes up and squints at the brightness of the room. Someone’s opened the grubby curtains and the sunlight is streaming into the room. She has spent most of the last two weeks lying in bed. She hasn’t eaten much and has mostly just slept. Vincent had stitched up her wounds, dabbed TCP on her split lip and then carried her to bed. She looks down at her arms which are still bandaged. One because of a wound she herself made. The other Bo and his knife. She wonders why Vincent took such good care of her afterwards. Perhaps her plan is starting to work after all. Perhaps she can convince him that Bo is evil and they would be better off without him. But then maybe he only fixed her up because Bo told him to. He always does exactly as Bo says after all. She sighs and closes her eyes trying to go back to sleep. She hears the door open a few minutes later and footsteps. She tenses up waiting for hands to start pawing at her. She hears something being put down on the bedside cabinet.).

Lester: Thought you might want some breakfast.

(She doesn’t move.).

Lester: Come on girl you gotta eat, no use starving yourself.

Kaia: Piss off. What do you care? You’re just as sick as he is.

Lester: Now look I’m trying to be nice to you.

Kaia: Well bang up job ya’ll are doing.

(Lester sighs.).

Kaia: Just go away and leave me alone.

Lester: Look I ain’t saying it’s right what my brother did...But did you honestly wanna have his kid?

Kaia: It was my baby too.

Lester: So you wanted it?

Kaia: I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t want to be raped, I didn’t want to be beaten and tortured and held captive. I didn’t want to be pregnant and I didn’t want someone to beat me so bad that I lost a baby. I also don’t want you coming in here bringing me fucking breakfast and telling me that you’re trying to be nice. Fuck off. I dread to think what it would be like if you were all horrible to me.

Lester: Well...It’s there if you want it. Coffee too. I’ll leave you to your pity party.

(Lester leaves the room closing the door behind him. Kaia lets out a sob and closes her eyes. Fucking bastards.).

(It’s late afternoon and Kaia is sitting in the church next to Whitney. She is crying. This is the first time she’s left the house in two weeks.).

Kaia: I can’t believe this is happening to me. Why me? Why us? You know what he’s done now? He got me pregnant then when he found out he beat me so bad that I lost the baby. I’m still bleeding. I should probably see a doctor really but that ain’t happening is it? Be just my luck wouldn’t it? Survive Bo for this long only to get killed by a fucking infection or some shit! I thought Vincent was different but now...I’m not so sure. He just stood there and watched Bo beating me. He just watched as I lost my baby and he did nothing. Nothing! Why would you do that?

(She wipes her eyes.).

Kaia: I tried to kill myself. Slashed my wrist with a razor. But oh no I’m not allowed to die am I? No not until Bo says! Vincent patched me up. He took care of me. It kinda felt like he cared. Kinda didn’t. But then I realised that he probably only did all that on Bo’s orders. He’s the boss and everyone has to do what he says. God he’s such a fucking bully!

(Then don’t let him be. Fight back.).

Kaia: With what? I have nothing.

(Even if she managed to hurt or kill Bo his two brothers would have something to say about that. She highly doubts she could take them all on.).

Kaia: I’m gonna die here.

(No.).

Kaia: I am.

(Fight. Kaia turns and looks at Whitney. Fight!).

Kaia: I’ll try.

(She gets up and turns around. She stops dead as she sees Vincent standing just a few feet from where she was sitting. She wipes her eyes then leaves the pew and stands there staring at him. She wonders how long he’s been stood there listening to her talking to her dead friend. He takes a step towards her and holds out a bag. She looks down at it and realises that it is Whitney’s tote bag. She looks up at Vincent frowning.).

Kaia: For me?

(He nods and she slowly takes the bag. She looks inside and sees her walkman and the CD’s from the RV. There is also some clothes, they’re Whitney’s.).

Kaia: My music.

(She puts the bag over her shoulder.).

Kaia: Thank you.

(She thinks for a moment then wraps her arms around him. He stands there stiff as a board then he steps backwards. She frowns.).

Kaia: You don’t like hugs?

(He stares at her frowning.).

Kaia: Well...I’m gonna go and lie down. I feel quite tired. Maybe I’ll listen to some music.

(She smiles then leaves the church heading back up to the house.).

(Kaia is lying in bed with her headphones in. It’s late evening and she’s gazing out of the window at the night sky watching the stars twinkling. She doesn’t hear Bo stomping into the room but she is made aware of his presence when he grabs her roughly and hauls her up before smacking her across the face. She lets out a cry as the walkman falls to the floor with a clatter and the CD flies out.).

Bo: The hell is this? Huh?

Kaia: What’s what?

Bo: This! I told you no music!

Kaia: What?

Bo: No music. That’s what I said. You disobedient little bitch!

Kaia: I don’t understand.

Bo: Really? I say no music and you sneak up to the old mill to get it anyway!

Kaia: What? I didn’t go up there. I went to the church that’s it. Vincent gave me Whitney’s bag with my music and some clothes.

Bo: He did what?

Kaia: He gave me this stuff. I just thought you’d told him to give it to me.

Bo: The fuck...

(Bo turns and stomps out of the room. Kaia gets up and follows him to Vincent’s bedroom. He kicks open the door and marches over to Vincent who gets up from his desk.).

Bo: The fuck you giving her shit for?

(Vincent just stands there.).

Bo: Huh? You dumb fuck! I didn’t say she could have anything! The fuck’s wrong with you?

(Bo smacks Vincent over the head and Vincent steps backwards.).

Kaia: Leave him alone.

Bo: Awww. What you two friends now?

Kaia: Just leave it. Why do you have to get so mad all the time? It’s just a walkman.

(Bo glares at Vincent.).

Bo: No more giving her gifts alright? She’s just a whore, she’ll be like the others soon.

(Kaia shudders.).

Bo: I don’t know what’s up with you lately. You trying to lose your virginity or something?

(Bo chuckles and turns for the door. Kaia steps back but Bo grabs her by the hair. She lets out a sob then remembers Whitney’s voice in her head. Fight. She brings her knee up into Bo’s groin. He lets out a grunt of pain and doubles over slightly. He punches her sending her sprawling backwards onto the landing. She pulls herself to her feet as Bo grabs her again. She reaches up and scratches his face making him yell.).

Bo: You little bitch!

(He knees her in the stomach making her double over gasping. He drags her down the hall and into his bedroom. Vincent hears the door slam shut then Kaia screaming. Vincent closes his bedroom door and sits back down at his desk.).

(Kaia is in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Her body is a road map of bruises and she has a black eye. It’s slightly swollen too. She lets out a sob then leaves the bathroom wrapping her dressing gown around herself again. She is just about to go back into Bo’s room when she hears whining coming from down the hall. She walks to Vincent’s bedroom and hears scratching on the door. She opens the door and Vincent’s dog walks out. She turns and follows the dog down the stairs. It sits by the back door and she sighs.).

Kaia: You want to go out huh?

(She opens the door and the dog bounds outside. She follows it and stands there watching as it walks around sniffing the ground. Once the dog has done its business it trots back inside and she follows it closing the door behind her. She follows it back upstairs and into Vincent’s room. The dog lies down on the floor and she kneels down to stroke it. She suddenly hears a creak and looks up to see that Vincent has gotten out of bed. He hasn’t got his mask on and he is glaring at her. She smiles at him.).

Kaia: The dog needed to pee so I let him out. He was scratching at your door.

(She stands up and stares at him. He is wearing a pair of black jogging bottoms, his torso bare.).

Kaia: Well I should probably get back to bed. Don’t want another beating. Night Vincent.

(She turns and leaves the room closing the door behind her. She goes back to Bo’s bedroom and gets back into bed next to him. He fidgets and lets out a grunt but remains asleep. She curls up with her back to him and closes her eyes.).

(Kaia is in the kitchen making coffee. It’s just gone midday and Bo has been absent from the house for the last three days. She wonders where he’s gone not that she’s complaining. It means she gets a reprieve however brief it may be. Lester is out again as always and she has no idea where Vincent is. His workshop perhaps. She thinks he actually sleeps down there sometimes. As she sits down with her coffee she wonders if her plan is working at all. She remembers Vincent putting his hands on Bo’s chest as if to try and stop him from beating her when she lost the baby. He drew her and painted her and he bought her the walkman and her CD’s along with more clothes. Perhaps she’s succeeding more than she thinks. She wonders what to do next, she has to be careful. A plan suddenly forms in her mind, she doesn’t like it and she isn’t sure if it will work but she has to try. Fight. Hm. Fat lot of good fighting did for her last time. Still she has to do something. She’s starting to think that she is going to die here, she’s even been having nightmares about it. With Lester and Bo out it seems this is the perfect time to try out her new idea. She just needs to find Vincent. She decides to drink her coffee and enjoy the rare moment of peace and quiet. Another idea suddenly occurs to her. She could run now. With Bo and Lester gone that only leaves Vincent and he’s probably in his workshop and wouldn’t even know she was gone. But then Bo or Lester might not be too far away, they might see her leave. Maybe they have set this up to see if she tries to run, she wouldn’t put it past them. She sighs debating on whether she should just get up and leave when she hears footsteps. Vincent appears in the doorway. There goes the idea of running. She smiles at him.).

Kaia: Coffee?

(He walks over to the kettle and makes himself a coffee before leaving the room and going upstairs. She finishes her coffee and goes upstairs. She walks into his room. He is sat at his desk leafing through sheets of paper. She sits down in the armchair in the corner. He has taken off his mask which has melted slightly again. He glances at her and she smiles.).

Kaia: Looks like it’s just me and you again.

(He looks back down at his desk and picks up a pencil.).

Kaia: You been working on another sculpture?

(She moves the armchair closer to the desk and he turns and looks at her frowning.).

Kaia: You know...I was wondering if you could draw something for me.

(He continues to stare at her.).

Kaia: Could you draw Whitney? Bo won’t let me have any of my photos and it would be nice to have a picture of her. She was a very good friend. She always knew what to say and she was smart and funny. I think you would have liked her if you’d gotten to know her. She saw the good in everyone. You don’t have to I just...

(She shrugs and looks down. She hears the rustle of paper and the scratch of a pencil. She looks up to see Vincent hunched over the paper drawing. His mouth is open slightly and his tongue suddenly pokes out a bit. She finds herself giggling. He turns and looks at her.).

Kaia: You look so cute when your concentrating.

(His expression doesn’t change. She decides if she’s going to do this she might as well go all the way with it.).

Kaia: You know...I had a dream about you last night.

(He’s turned his attention back to his drawing.).

Kaia: I’ve been thinking about you ever since that day I saw you getting out of the shower.

(His hand stills the pencil hovering over the page.).

Kaia: Um...In the dream last night...I was touching you. Your hair, your chest...I’ve found myself wondering lately what it would feel like to touch you. What your hair would feel like...Your skin...What you would feel like. You were touching me too. I know it’s kinda wrong...I sleep next to your brother but...I don’t want to be there. I don’t want to lay next to him. He’s mean and...He treats me like shit. He forces himself on me I don’t want it. It’s not like I’m in a relationship with him. It’s not wrong is it? Tell me it’s not wrong.

(He turns his head slowly and stares at her. She thinks he kinda looks suspicious. His eye is narrowed and his head is slightly tilted to one side. He might appear at times like he’s an idiot and perhaps a bit simple but he obviously isn’t. Perhaps he is suspicious of her intentions here. She decides to just go for it and see what happens. She leans forward and goes to kiss him. Her lips barely touch his when he jumps out of his chair and steps backwards. Now he is glaring at her. He looks frightening.).

Kaia: I...I’m sorry. I just thought...

(She gets up. He tilts his head to one side again.).

Kaia: You drew a picture of me and did a painting. You made me look beautiful. You gave me my music and some clothes. You’ve always been nice to me. You fixed me up after I lost the baby and I tried to kill myself. You took care of me. Your always watching me and Bo whenever we...I just thought maybe...You fancied me.

(She looks down.).

Kaia: Course you don’t. Sorry. Stupid.

(She feigns embarrassment.).

Kaia: I’ll just um...Go.

(She leaves the room hurriedly. She walks down the hall to Bo’s room and goes inside closing the door behind her. She sighs as she sinks to the floor. So much for that plan.).

#House of Wax #My Writing #Writing #Fanfic #Fanfiction #OC #original characters #Kaia #Whitney #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #Ambrose #Part Twenty

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