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slytherinbangchan · 9 months

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Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 1 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it.

Cute, shy but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

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[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 1.]

Wow, that was close. You hate having to postpone apprenticeships. It's hard enough to make room for them in your schedule as it is, so you don't even want to think about having to reorganize everything again until you'd find a new apprentice. Luckily you remembered about Renjun's friend in the middle of your crisis. You wonder which one of them might be though. Cause you know that most of them already finished their training. A couple even got their licenses, but Renjun is the only one working at a shop and you have only met some of the guys in person when they've visited him but you can't really remember all of their faces right now. Guess you'll have to wait.

“Hello, are you y/n? We saw your pics on insta.” A guy talks to you and you forget about the apprenticeship for a while. Normally you don't have time to take walk in clients, but they were two foreigners and just wanted a very simple and small tattoo each as a reminder of their trip before leaving the city. Since you have the apprenticeship in an hour, and it's the first day, you didn't make any other appointments. So you take them in and quickly start working together to pick the perfect tattoo.

As you tattoo the second guy, someone else enters the shop. You stop for a moment to lift your eyes and see a tall guy with black-blue hair and an undercut, a lip ring piercing and a good amount of tattoos. He says hi shyly and you chuckle softly at how cute he looks while doing so. “You're Renjun's friend, right?” You guess and he nods. “Jisung.” He says and you invite him to sit while you finish your work.

“Sorry that I didn't introduce myself properly earlier.” You apologize after sending your clients away. “Ah, it's okay, I know who you are anyway.” He says as he nervously scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, right. Renjun must have told you about me, right?” You ask him as you clean your equipment and he nods. “Actually... I really like your work too so...” He says and you lightly blush. “Oh, you do? Wow, thank you. I'm sure I'll be a fan of yours too.” You smile at him and he shyly nods as he thanks you.

Ah, he's really handsome and has a deep voice too. You wonder how old he might be... Probably a bit younger than you since he's still in college.

Your second apprentice, Seonhui, arrives just in time and you introduce her to Jisung before getting started. Since it's the first day, you explain a couple of stuff to them and then later in the day, allow them to watch you work on some clients. Making them take turns to apply what they learned about cleaning the tattoo equipment. They both learn fast and haven't wasted much time talking to eachother, they simply focused on what you were explaining to them the whole time.

“Wow, you guys did really well today. Thank you for listening so carefully.” You thank them and they nod. “Do you have any questions before leaving?” You ask and Jisung stays silent but Seonhui shakes her head. “No doubts but I wanted to thank you again for being my mentor.” She says and you thank her too for choosing you. Her phone rings then, just before she speaks again. “Oh... I have to go. Sorry.” She apologizes and you nod. "Mhm, see you tomorrow Seonhui."

“What about you?” You ask Jisung as you get ready to leave the shop too. “Now or never.” You chuckle. “Well, not never, but you won't be able to ask your question until tomorrow otherwise.” You say as you put away in the cabinet some bottles of ink. “Well... Can I buy you dinner, mentor?” He asks and you blush immediately. Thankfully he can't see your face right now. “Dinner?” You ask, still hiding behind the cabinet's door. It's not like you're thinking anything weird, you just didn't expect him to ask something like that. “Mhm, as a thank you for thinking of me for the apprenticeship and becoming my mentor.” He explains and you finally look at him. “You know that you're already paying me for that, right?” You ask and you see him chuckle for the first time. Your heart skips a beat at how handsome he is, but you brush that thought off your head as soon as you can. “Mhm~” He says, playing with his labret as he says so, and you scoff as you smile. “Then stop with the nonsense. You don't have to buy me anything, just go home and spend that money on something else.” You tell him as you walk past him on your way to check the register before leaving, and he slightly moves a bit so your shoulder brushes with his arm, but you decide to pretend you didn't see that.

You put your phone away before setting the alarm at the shop and getting outside. It's already cold these days but not as bad as it'll get in a month or so. You wish there was more people in the streets though, also there's not a lot of buses that can take you home by this time of the night. You feel relieved as you see a woman waiting at the bus stop, luckily you won't be alone with the drunk men that sometimes take your same bus.

You sigh after checking how long the bus is going to take to arrive then lean on the bus stop sign. Someone clears his throat behind you and you turn around to see Jisung standing there. “Hello.” He shyly says and you lightly blush. “You were there the whole time?” You ask and he nods. “Wow, I'm sorry. I really didn't see you.” You apologize and he ruffles his hair nervously as he smiles. “It's okay.” He says, then you apologize again and put on your already dead for the day airpods to pretend you're going to listen to some music as he goes back to listening to his.

There's a bit of a weird vibe as you wait for the bus in silence. Guess it's normal when you know the person next to you a bit but not enough to keep a conversation. You never liked small talk and he's shy enough for the both of you. So, for now, pretending to listen to music will do.

When the bus finally arrives he waits for you to step in first. You sit next to the back door and he stands close to it too. Your eyes accidentally meet a couple times but apart from that, there's no interactions until you reach your stop and you softly pull from his hoodie's sleeve to say good bye. He blushes lightly and takes one of his airpods off. “I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You smile at him and he nods. “Mhm.” He shyly says and you chuckle softly. “Bye then.”

Ah, damn, that was cute. You chuckle to yourself again as you think about it. “He really wanted to buy me dinner when he can't even look at me for more than 5 seconds, huh?” You say to yourself, feeling the blood running to your cheeks as you think of his blushing face. “Ah, seriously.”

------------------------ Next Day~

“Jisung-ah, come here.” Renjun calls him as soon as he shows up the door and he shyly walks towards you two. “Was it yesterday the first time you came to the shop?” He asks and Jisung tilts his head. “Of course not.” He answers and Renjun laughs. “And you knew y/n noona already, didn't you?” He asks again and Jisung nods. “Yeah, we never talked before though.” He explains and Renjun slaps your arm softly. “See?” He chuckles and you feel like you're in a prank video or something. “Lies! I hadn't seen you in my life til yesterday?” You tell Jisung and he chuckles softly too as he nervously rubs his sideburns. “You're making him nervous noona.” Renjun laughs and Jisung takes out his phone and scrolls down. “Here...” He shows you a pic on one of the mirrors of the shop. “This is from last month.” He explains and Renjun clicks his tongue. “See?” He asks. “Anyway, I have to work on a tattoo so let's talk later.” Junn says before ruffling your hair and walking away.

“Do you have more pics?” You ask Jisung as you fix your hair and he nods. “I really come here a lot.” He chuckles softly as he blushes lightly while looking for more pics and you silently watch him do it, wondering what scenarios make him shy and which ones make him comfortable enough to talk to you normally, like he's doing right now. “Ah! Here.” He says, showing you his phone again. “This is from when I got my neck tattoo a couple months ago.” He explains and you check the photo. You can even see yourself in it working in the background. “Okay... I guess I was too busy to notice.” You chuckle and he does too. “I'm sorry Jisung. I promise you I won't forget about you from now on at least.” You say and he blushes again as he nods.

Seonhui texts you saying she'll be a bit late. So you take Jisung with you in the meantime and tell him about what he'll be doing today. “But you can clean around a bit while we wait for Seonhui anyway.” You tell him after showing him the schedule and he does as you say. “Jisung-ah, can you bring me more black ink?” Renjun asks. “Ah, sure hyung.” He replies and you hand him a bottle so he takes it to Renjun. “Careful, it's open.” You warn him and he nods, then one of your co-workers drops something heavy, startling Jisung, and you watch him spilling some ink and bringing his stained hands to his face. “Nooo! Omg..” You say as you try to stop him, but you can't help to chuckle.

“So, you get startled easily, huh?” You ask as you carefully wipe the ink from his cheeks and he lightly blushes. “Yeah...” He says, looking at the floor and you chuckle softly again. He's sitting on a chair in the break room. He was too tall for you to help him out otherwise. But right now, he looks so helpless and tiny in your eyes. “I'm sorry, mentor...” He apologizes and you almost punch yourself as you feel your heart about to skip a beat. “It's fine, it was funny actually.” And with that, internally, you meant fucking adorable.“That ink is expensive though...” He continues moping and you sigh. “Jisung, it's not the last time you're gonna spill some ink.” You chuckle. “Don't think too much about it, yeah?” You ask, guiding his chin up with your hand so he finally looks at you. You lean over to make sure you got rid of all the ink, making him blush very obviously in the process. That's when you realize how close your faces actually are. “Y-You should wash your hands too.” You tell him, taking a step back, and he nods and leaves to do as you said.

You meet Renjun's eyes as soon as you step out the room. “I saw that.” He says, making you blush even more. But you simply show him the middle finger, making him laugh.

Seonhui finally arrives right after that and Jisung comes back just a minute later. “Hello.” Seonhui says and Jisung says hi back. “So... How old are you?” She asks him as you prepare some materials. “Ah, I'm 21...” He says, he definitely sounds kinda awkward now. “Yeah, I thought I saw you at some of my classes. We are the same age. Let's be comfortable around eachother, yeah?” She suggests. He agreeds with a shy nod and you chuckle at how cute they look.

By the end of the day Jisung looks exhausted. You're not sure if it's cause of all the work you made them do or just the amount of questions he had to answer to Seonhui. “Well, I have to go. My friend is here to pick me up~.” She happily says and everyone says good bye to her. Jisung sighs as soon as she's out, making you chuckle. “So, it was her.” You say and he blushes. “Huh?” He asks and you chuckle again. “I was wondering why you looked so tired.” You explain. “Oh... Yeah, I had never been interrogated like that before.” He says and you giggle. “Yeah, well. Go home and rest then.” You say, taking over what he was doing. “Ah, no... Noona... I can finish my chores.” He says, then immediately blush. “I mean, mentor...” He corrects himself and you chuckle. “It's okay Jisung, we're gonna be around eachother for a long time. Plus, you're a close friend to Renjun. Noona is fine.” You tell him and he shyly nods. “Now, go home and rest a lot, yeah?” You say, but he doesn't move so you tilt your head at him, confused, and he blushes lightly once again. “I was thinking...” “Hey.” Renjun says, interrupting Jisung. “I'm leaving, you're walking noona home, right?” He asks and your heart skips a beat. “What? Who?” You ask, looking at both of them. “Jisung, who else? He lives just one bus stop away from you. He told me last night.” Renjun explains and you look at Jisung who simply nods making Renjun scoff as he smiles. “Noona, you're always complaining about the drunk guys in the bus, right?” He asks. “Yeah but I don't think he needs to walk me home.” You tell him. “Why not?? Jisung lives roughly 15min away from you and you both leave the shop more or less at the same time every night.” He says and you sigh. “Okay, I get how we could leave and get the bus together. But why would he get down a stop earlier just to walk me home? It's 5 minutes from the stop to my apartment.” You explain as you chuckle. “Hm, well I'm just a bit worried about the drunk guys situation, but you two talk about it and decide whatever you want, yeah?” He asks and Jisung nods. “See you tomorrow guys.” Renjun says. “Yeah, thank you for worrying Junnie, see you.” You say, waving at him as he walks out.

There's a bit of an awkward silence after Renjun leaves so you simply start getting ready to go back home and Jisung does the same. It's not like you hate the idea of having him in the bus with you, since you hate going back home alone, but you feel bad about him having to wait for you to close the shop when it's your turn to do so. “Jisung...” You call, startling him a bit. “Sorry... Are you sure you're okay waiting for me even the days I have to stay later to close the shop?” You ask, kinda pouting without realizing. “Of course.” He says. “But what about your morning classes?” You insist. “They're not that early nor everyday, it's okay noona. I promise.” He says, and it's not like you know him a lot, but he seems pretty sure about this. You sigh and tip-toe to ruffle his hair, making him blush one more time. “Okay, let's leave already anyway. I'll finish this tomorrow.”

“Jisung-ah, you only have one piercing?” You ask on your way to the bus stop trying to make some conversation. “Ahh, no.” He says, then leans over to show you his ear. “Oh, the industrial~ Right. I saw it earlier when I was wipping the ink out of you.” You chuckle. “I actually really like those.” You tell him and he smiles happily, making your heart flutter lightly.

There's a bit of a silence as you wait for the bus to arrive but, this time, it's not awkward at all. “So, Renjun jokes around saying you're all college heartthrobs, is it true though?” You ask as you get in the bus and he chuckles. “I guess so.” He says and you gasp, a bit surprised that he's not denying it. “Reaallyy? Wow.” You say, making him chuckle again. “So you're a heartbreaker, huh?” You insist and he smiles shyly. “I wouldn't say that...” He says and you laugh. “Woah, you totally are. That answer said everything.” You jokingly say and he keeps chuckling. “Aah... Noona...” He says as he blushes, ruffling his hair. “You want me to stop?” You ask, chuckling and he shyly nods as he smiles. “Okay, okay. I understand.” You say. “It's really not like that...” He insists after a tiny pause and you bite your lower lip trying to keep in a smile. “I see.”

You remain silent for the rest of the route until your stop, but again, it's not awkward at all. You're both just too tired and distracted with music or what the few people in the bus are talking about, you don't need to chat. But he's sitting next to you today, he's almost too tall for that seat though and it's somehow adorable.

Your eyes drift to his arms's tattoos as he plays with his fingers while listening to music. He doesn't have complete sleeves and you wonder if he'd allow you to fill some spots with your art at some point. You don't know him enough though, you barely have any idea of what you could design for him that would suit his mind too, but ah, you're so curious... After knowing him for two days, you definitively want to know what goes on up there. “Noona.” You hear him calling you but it's like if he was far away, you're too deep into your thoughts right now. “Noona.” He calls again, and it's then when you notice that his hands are not playing anymore but waving at you. Fuck. Did he notice how you were staring at his arms?

You blush lightly and look at him. “Yeah?” You finally answer and he smiles softly. “Your stop...” He says and you look outside. “Ah, yeah. Thank you, I was a bit distracted.” You say, as you stand up to get closer to the door. “Yeah, I could tell.” He says. Is he smirking? You throw him a look, narrowing your eyes at him and he giggles. “I didn't see anything.” He winks at you and you scoff as you smile. Where's his confidence coming from so suddenly? “I don't know what you're talking about.” You jokingly say and he chuckles. “You can take another look tomorrow, noona.” He teases as the bus's doors open and you scoff again. Can't believe those words are coming from his mouth. “Bye, Jisung.” You say, as you get down, ignoring his teasing, and he chuckles to himself. “Mhm~ bye noona.” He says and you wave at him without looking back.

You stare at his last text for a long second as you blush before just tossing your phone to a side. Is he drunk? You almost convice yourself that what happened last minute at the bus was just an illusion but... Is he an actual fuckboy or something? You chuckle softly to yourself as you think about it but you're still blushing. No, can't be. He's too shy for that, probably he simply felt comfortable enough to make a couple of silly jokes. "Yep, that's probably it." You tell yourself, brushing it off, then you unlock your phone to check your other chats, but Jisung's is still open and his last text makes you blush again. “Ahh, seriously... What's with this kid?”

1st Arc🐻🐬..... Next chapter🐹

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tiedyeflannels · 2 months

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Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

A/N: HI!!!! Welcome to my new Tae series! I'm so excited to start this because it's something that I've been sitting on for a while now, so I'm really happy I got around to writing it and get to share it with you! Also, any dialog in italics is said in English and (Y/s/n) will be your sister's name. I didn't want to name her in case someone has the name I chose, so I'll let you decide the name. Anyway, I hope you come along for the adventure and I hope you enjoy the story!

“Y/n, pack your bags! We’re going on a trip,” Jeong-Gyu exclaimed as he barged into my room in our shared apartment.

We had met in our first year of college during an art class and the rest is history, we’ve been best friends ever since. I furrowed my brows as I looked at him from my place on my bed.

“What are you talking about? We haven’t planned a trip.”

He smirked.

“On the contrary,” he pulled out three slips of paper from his back pocket, “I seem to have three tickets to Korea that have my, your, and your sister’s name on them.”

He fanned them out and handed one to me.

I took it and read the name on it, Y/n L/n. I

looked at him in disbelief, “Why and when did you do this?”

He flopped down at the foot of my bed and sighed, “Well you and Y/s/n are always talking about wanting to take a trip to Korea and I’m going back to see my family during break starting next week so I thought that I would take you two with me!”

“Dude, how do you know that I’m not busy that week,” I asked, raising my eyebrows in defiance.

“Are you,” he challenged back.

I stared at him for a while before looking away with a pout, “No…”

He clapped his hands, “Aha! I knew it!”

“Listen, it doesn’t matter because I haven’t cleared it with my parents and you don’t know if Y/s/n can go.”

He got up and started for the door, “Done and she can go.”

He walked out and I hurriedly got up and followed him to the kitchen.

“What- when did that happen,” I asked, putting my hands on the kitchen island as he rounded it.

“I called your parents to ask if it was ok to take you two before I bought the tickets. As for Y/s/n, I asked her if she had anything planned for that week and she said “No. I never do” so all of the loose knots have been tightened,” he finished, popping a grape into his mouth.

I looked at him incredulously, “You. Are. Unbelievable.”

He smiled and shrugged, “I know! But make sure you start packing because we leave first thing Saturday morning!”

He happily ran off to his room as I processed what he said.

“Wait- You gave me a two day notice?! Jeong-Gyu!”

“This is crazy,” I mumbled as we watched Jeong-Gyu talk with one of the people at the car rental place in the Incheon Airport.

“It’s cool and it’s a free trip! I’m pretty excited,” Y/s/n said, turning to me.

I turned back to her, “You are?”

She nodded.

“Even with the language barrier? You’re not worried?”

She shook her head.

“Nah, I’ve got you,” she gently bumped my shoulder with her own, “And him.”

She pointed over to Jeong-Gyu, who was now filling out paperwork.

“So the way I see it, I’ve got two free translators at the ready whenever I need!”

I lightly pushed her as I playfully rolled my eyes at her.

“That’s why I told you to learn some Korean! I’m gonna let you fend for yourself,” I laughed.

“You’re kidding. You would never do that to me,” she stated.

I looked at her with a smirk, “Watch me.”

She scoffed and pushed my shoulder. I glared at her before we both bursted out laughing. At that time, Jeong-Gyu walked up to us with papers and car keys in hand.

“Y'all ready to head out? It’s about a three hour drive to Daegu,” he stated, looking between the both of us.

We looked at each other before nodding.

“Yep,” we said in unison.

We all grabbed our bags and followed Jeong-Gyu to the lot where we were to pick up our rental.

We got to the lot and searched for the license plate that matched the number on the paper. Once we finally found it, we placed our bags in the trunk and got in. Jeong-Gyu started the car and fiddled with the radio until he found something that we all liked.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”

We cheered as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“In my opinion, that drive was entirely too short,” I exclaimed as we arrived at his house and got out of the car.

Looking around, it was beautiful. There were trees scattered around the front yard that were in the process of growing out all of their leaves. A few bushes lined the front of the house and the left side of the stone driveway.

Jeong-Gyu scoffed, “What do you mean ‘too short’? That was the longest drive in my life.”

We walked to the back and he opened the trunk.

“We’ve had longer drives than that in the States,” Y/s/n deadpanned and I nodded in agreement.

“That’s true, but I was talking about the scenery. It was so pretty,” I gushed, taking out my bag and placing it on the ground.

Taking out the rest of the bags, he closed the trunk and looked at us, “It was nothing, really.”

Y/s/n and I scoffed.

“That’s because you lived here for the majority of your life. This is the first time we,” I pointed between us, “have seen this in real life.”

“Ugh, imagine it in the fall,” Y/s/n dreamily sighed.

I sighed along with her at the image as Jeong-Gyu rolled his eyes and started for the front door. We quickly got out of our daydream and followed him up the stairs to the porch. As we were standing in front of his parents' house, I was starting to get nervous as he rang the doorbell.

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to stay here? We’ve never met your parents in person and I wouldn’t want to inconvenience them with us staying here,” I said, looking at Jeong-Gyu.

Before I could get an answer, the door opened.

“Nonsense! We’re more than happy to have Jeong-Gyu’s friends here!”

Chapter 2

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nakachuchu · 1 year

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CHAPTER THREE: THE BABYSITTER | Geto Suguru (nsfw)

In the Dark series

SYNOPSIS: You babysit a private school heartthrob's little sisters.

INCLUDES: loss of virginity, fingering, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m), French kissing, hickeys, biting, nickname, finger sucking

READER: female

WORDS: 1.7k

WRITTEN: 01/20/2023

NOTE: Can be read as a stand-alone.

After four weeks at summer camp, you started learning for your driver's license. You already had a permit, so the only thing left was to actually know how to drive. You were a bit of a late bloomer.

Since learning how to drive didn't take up too much time, you babysat for $70 an hour for the rest of the summer. For the price, you had to babysit twin toddlers. Their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they were both 6-years-old.

They weren't very physical, but you were thankful for that. They liked to do typical "girly" activities. They would play with their dolls, draw, and play family.

They were raised by a single mother who worked every day. Their older brother would come back around five p.m., and by that time, you made $560 in a day.

Their mother would come back an hour later, give you $50 extra along with your payment, then you would wait for your mother to come pick you up.

"Still don't have a car?" he asked as he approached you and slung an arm over your shoulders.

You looked at Geto. "Not yet. I only have a permit anyways, but once I get my license, my mom's giving me her old car."

“So you don't know how to drive,” he teased as he punched your cheek with his hand.

You rolled your eyes. “I do.”

“Uh-huh. I'll drive you home tonight. It's the least I could do since you always take care of my sisters while I'm at football camp,” he said.

“Sure, thanks,” you responded.

Even having Geto near the air you breathed was amazing. After seeing him for the first time on the first night you babysat, you went onto Instagram to find his user. He was too attractive to not have a girlfriend so you wanted to get down to the bottom of it.

He went to the local private college nearby and was friends with your high school quarterback Gojo. That was a twist you were not expecting. Two quarterbacks from rival schools were best friends.

The two of you have gotten friendly with each other since you started babysitting for his sisters two weeks ago.

“I'll be back,” he called out.

“Okay!” shouted his mother. “Thank you for staying late tonight, Y/N.”

“You're welcome!” you exclaimed as he ushered you out of his house by guiding you with his hand.

He unlocked his car and you got into the passenger's seat. He pulled out of his driveway, and during the whole drive, you couldn't help but steal glances at him.

“I can see you looking, ya know.”

“You're just attractive,” you said smoothly.

He glanced at you before looking back at the road. “Hmm. Why don't I teach you how to drive sometimes?”

“You'd do that?” you questioned. “Why?”

He smirked and looked at you briefly. “Because you're attractive.”

He placed his hand on your thigh while he steered with his left hand. His hand didn't leave your thigh for the rest of the ride until he parked on the side of the street by your house.

“You know, you wear really short shorts,” he said as he looked at you.

“Hmm, they're shorts,” you retorted, looking back at him.

“I could see your ass whenever you bent over at my house.”

You grabbed his hand that was on your thigh and moved it higher. “Is that so?”

Before you could even blink, he leaned over, unbuckled your seatbelt, and reclined your seat in one swift move.

"Was that supposed to impress me?" you questioned breathlessly as he cupped your jaw with one hand.

"Just a little. Did it work?"

Your eyes flickered to his lips. "You should find out."

He licked his lips before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. His tongue brushed against your lips and you parted them. His tongue slid in, intertwining with your tongue.

It was a battle as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupped the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair.

You gasped when he pulled you back by the hair and attached his lips to your neck, nipping it with his teeth and sucking hickeys onto your flesh.

Eagerly, your hands slid up his shirt, feeling his toned and hard body before unbuckling his belt. He smiled against your neck as his hands unzipped your shorts and slid them off your legs before using his hands to open your legs.

You moaned as his finger circled your clit. He would trail up and down to your pussy, but never went inside. He could feel how wet you were and it was all from making out with you and biting your neck.

"In the back, Princess," he breathed out.

It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but when you did, you turned around and crawled over the console to the back.

But before you could make it over, his fingers entered your pussy. Your eyes widened and you moaned, nearly slipping.

"G-Geto—"

"Hmm?"

His fingers pumped in and out of you, creating slick noises inside his car. Each time he went in, his thumb would brush soothingly against your ass cheek. His fingers curled against your hot walls, making you clench your thighs together.

"Is this the spot, Princess?"

You couldn't answer. Everything he was doing and saying felt too good.

"You're soaking my fingers," he said softly with a purr.

"G-Geto, I—I wanna suck you off."

His eyebrows raised in surprise as his fingers paused in their movement. He shook his head while chuckling and slide his fingers out of you. You looked over your shoulder and felt yourself getting wet all over again at the sight of him sucking your juices off his fingers.

"Move over."

You moved to the back and he followed after you, sitting against the window as he spread his legs for you. You crawled toward him, leaning down to the fat bulge over his pants.

He could see your ass wiggling in the air. You could smell his cologne and laundry detergent, but most importantly, you could smell raw sex in the air. You unzip his pants and his cock sprung. You were in shock at how fat it was.

You licked your lips before kissing the tip of his cock. His muscles tensed and his fingers tangled into your hair as you began to slowly take his cock into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue around his cock as much as you could. You had never done this before. Everything you knew was from watching porn or reading erotic novels online.

He looked at you, nearly cumming from the sight of you sucking him off. Noticing his gaze, you looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Fuck," he grunted.

You took his cock out of your mouth, pressing it against your cheek slightly as you licked it from the side. You kept eye contact with him the whole time.

He chuckled painfully. "I didn't know you were a whore," he said. "Sit on my lap, Princess."

You scrambled to give him some room to sit properly in the back instead of leaning against the window. Then, you crawled onto his lap and hovered above his cock. His left hand held onto your waist.

"Geto," you said quietly.

"Yeah, Princess?"

You pursed your lips for a moment. "I'm a virgin."

He blinked in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

He snorted.

"It's not funny!" you exclaimed.

"I know, I know," he murmured as his finger slipped between your pussy lips.

You gasped and held onto his shoulders as his fingers slid back and forth, flicking against your clit.

"I'll be gentle," he promised.

He removed his fingers and brought them to your lips. You opened them obediently and sucked on them. Now that you were face to face with him, you were shy and embarrassed, and he could sense that. He slipped his fingers out of your mouth and held his cock.

"Ready, Princess?"

"Mhm."

"Might hurt a little," he said as he pumped his cock in his hand, the tip pressing against your pussy. "But you'll adjust. If it hurts too much, let me know."

You nodded, fingers slightly digging into his shoulders.

You held your breath for a moment as he slipped the head inside you. Your leg twitched in surprise. He removed his hand and placed it on your waist.

"Good?"

You nodded.

"I need words, pretty girl."

"G-Good," you replied.

He nodded and used his hands to push you down slowly. You breathed through your nose, toes curling at the feeling of being stretched out.

"Good job," he praised. "I'm gonna start movin', alright?"

You nodded energetically.

Slowly, he began to move you up and down on his lap with his hands. You did your best to help by moving back and forth, and it seemed to help lessen the pain you felt.

You began to pant as you became accustomed to his cock. You reached down to rub your clit as he bounced you on his cock.

"Fuck, Y/N. So fucking hot."

Knowing that he was the first one to fuck you — to take your virginity and pop your cherry — made him feral. On top of all of that, you were his little sisters' babysitter, for fuck's sake. His cock drilled into you, filling up every inch of you the head of his cock hit your walls perfectly.

The car was shaking and the windows were fogging up. The car smelled of sex and the noises were so loud, full of squelching and your moans.

You moaned as you came around his cock, walls fluttering around his fat cock.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "Fuck—"

"Inside," you moaned. "Cum inside!"

He groaned. Those words were enough for him, even though he knew the consequences of unprotected sex.

He held your hips still, grinding himself against your clit as he milked himself dry inside your tight pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. His fingers dug deep into your flesh, but the same was true of you.

"I'll teach you how to drive next time," he murmured against your ear.

“You better,” you teased tiredly.

NEXT CHAPTER: DEAD ASLEEP

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broodybuck · 4 months

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Title: After Hours with Professor Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers AU, college AU, professor Steve, student Bucky, age difference, top Steve, bottom Bucky

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Commandos is a well-known gay bar that has a reputation for hookups. It's not every night Steve ventures to this bar in particular since it's typically half full of students from the university he teaches at.

But tonight, Steve was feeling desperate. His last two relationships hadn't worked out and it's been a while since he's been with someone young, needy, and wanting. His favorite type of one-night stand. That's what he needs tonight and that's how he finds himself at Commandos.

Unfortunately, almost immediately, he runs into an old student of his.

"Bucky?" the name slips out of him before he can stop himself. It's mainly because he's surprised since Bucky was his student last year as a sophomore.

"Professor Rogers?"

"Are you of drinking age?" Steve tests immediately.

"Of course."

"Let me see your license," Steve demands.

Bucky hesitates.

"Mr. Barnes."

"I..." Bucky pulls out his wallet but doesn't open it. He's lying.

Steve can't help himself, his authoritative nature sets in.

"I'm taking you home," Steve grabs Bucky by the arm of his jacket and drags him out of the door.

"My birthday's in two days!" Bucky tries to pull away but Steve keeps a firm grip on him. "I wasn't even drinking."

"It doesn't matter. I'm driving you home."

Bucky gets in Steve's car and lets Steve settle into the driver's side and start the engine.

"You shouldn't even be in a place like that," Steve chastises.

"You were there too."

"How often are you at a bar underage?" Steve flips it back on the kid.

Bucky goes quiet. "Not... often."

Steve starts driving.

"Which dorm?"

Bucky doesn't answer until Steve turns a stern glare on him.

"Roosevelt Hall."

Steve takes a left and heads toward campus. They sit in silence for a minute.

"So..." Bucky fidgets in his seat. "You're into younger guys?"

Steve nearly growls. "Plenty of older men frequent there as well."

"It's really popular around campus."

Steve stares aggravated, eyes glaring at the road.

"What I do in my personal time is none of your business."

"I was just asking, geez," Bucky rolls his eyes.

"I'm twice your age."

"Yeah, I figured."

The rest of the ride is silent.

When they get to Bucky's dorm, Steve gets out of the car and marches toward the front door.

"What're you doing?" Bucky balks.

"Walking you inside."

"I can walk just fine," Bucky argues.

Steve opens the door and waits. Bucky growls out a frustrated breath but heads inside.

"You're not the boss of me, you know? I can just leave once you're gone."

Steve has to stop himself from answering right away because a terrible part of him likes the threat. Wants to sit inside Bucky's dorm room and guard the entrance all night if he has to.

Because Bucky is right, he's into younger guys. He's horribly turned on by the power imbalance and taking charge. It's the reason his feet are walking Bucky to his dorm right now. This is inappropriate but he reasons it's for safety. That's a lie.

When they get inside, it's a standard dorm room. Two twin beds on opposite sides, two dressers, two desks. And because two boys live here there are piles of clothes, game controllers, and garbage scattered all over the floor.

"This is how you live?" Steve reprimands on instinct.

Bucky shrugs off his jacket and lets it plop right on top of a pile of clothes. He sits on one of the beds and crosses his arms refusing to answer. It makes Steve's insides ignite in a bad, bad way.

It also doesn't help that this is the first time Steve gets a good look at the boy's outfit. Bucky looks like he's playing a slutty student role. As if he's crafted the perfect nerdy outfit to entice Steve with.

Bucky must have sized down in everything to make sure every item of clothing hugs his body unfairly well. The sweater vest he chose clings to his torso. Under it, he's only wearing a white, short-sleeved shirt which Steve would never do on campus. But it allows Bucky's small biceps to pop out from under the snug seams and make him look innocent and filthy all at once. And worst of all, there's the beige slacks he's wearing. Which are so tight, they essentially frame the boy's crotch like a pretty picture.

Once Steve notices the semi-bulge in the boy's pants, he knows he's in trouble. He wonders if this was always Bucky's sinister plan. Because Steve can't remember Bucky wearing anything like this in class. He'd remember for sure if he'd had.

Bucky keeps his arms crossed over his chest and then huffs out an aggravated breath.

"What're you gonna do, watch me sleep?"

"If I have to," Steve rebuttals.

Bucky's eyes widen in disbelief.

"I mean, no," Steve corrects, remembering the obvious repercussions if he did that. "Where's your roommate?"

"Sleeping with his girlfriend," Bucky grits. Steve's not sure if it's jealousy or something else in his tone.

"Alright, fine. I think you should get some sleep and wait until you're old enough to return to any bar moving forward."

Bucky laughs now. Steve's eyes widen from the unexpectedness of it.

"You seriously can't— "

"I can report you," Steve threatens.

Bucky goes quiet, his mouth snapping shut as his arms fall hesitantly from their defiant stance.

"You wouldn't..." Bucky says quietly.

"I would."

"Professor Rogers, come on, you know everyone drinks in college. I know technically it's—"

"Illegal."

"Right, but please. Don't report me. I'm just..."

"Just what?" Steve demands.

"Lonely," Bucky blurts out and then looks embarrassed when he does.

They sit in a beat of silence before Steve nods understandingly.

"Come on, you must've been at that bar for the same reasons, right?" he asks shyly.

"Well, sure. Although I'm well above the legal drinking age which is the biggest difference between us."

"Yeah, age is definitely the biggest difference between us," Bucky scoffs. "You know, that place also has a reputation for that. I'm sure you know that well, don't you, Professor Rogers."

The impish change in his tone makes Seve's skin heat but he tries not to show it.

"It's none of your business what I know."

Bucky smirks all too confidently now. Shit, Steve thinks.

"Yeah, it would be none of my business if you didn't walk me to my dorm room tonight. Now we're alone and you're threatening to watch me sleep."

"I never said that, I'm leaving. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe."

"I got home when you dropped me off at the front door of the building. You didn't have to walk me into my room."

Steve sucks in a frustrated breath.

"You're right. I'm sorry, I'll leave now."

Steve turns to the door but hears Bucky spring up from the bed.

"Wait."

Steve turns back around.

"I never said you had to leave," Bucky says.

"You've made it pretty clear from the beginning you want me to. You're right, I took things a step too far and I'm sorry."

Bucky bites back a devious smile now.

"A step too far would be you staying," Bucky dares, causing Steve's eyebrows to raise. "A step really too far would be you joining me in my bed."

"Mr. Barnes," Steve tries not to let his voice give away how turned on he is by the idea. "Please don't make a mockery of me."

"I'm not," Bucky says quickly and looks sincere about it. He takes a step forward. Steve clenches his hands by his side. This shouldn't be so tempting, he knows this, but it is.

"You're not my professor anymore," Bucky reminds him. "Is there still some rule against this if you're not my professor?"

"Of course there is. I shouldn't be fraternizing with any students."

"Then why were you at that bar?" Bucky challenges.

"More than students go there," Steve defends.

"But if a student approached you, would you have even asked?"

A dangerous heat coils low in Steve's stomach. He can't really entertain this... could he?

"I'm sure I would've recognized them if they were a student," he claims. "Like I recognized you."

"Sure, of course. And I'm sure you would have walked any boy back to his dorm room."

Steve huffs out a heavy breath.

"I've apologized already, Mr. Barnes. And if you would let me leave—"

"I'm not stopping you," Bucky interrupts. "I really didn't want you here until a couple of minutes ago. Until I realized maybe you don't want to leave. Maybe there's something making you really want to stay."

"Mr. Barnes, what are you trying to imply?"

Bucky shrugs, playing unsure, but he knows. He knows damn well what he's doing and Steve might just give in if this goes on any longer.

"I'm gonna be all alone tonight," Bucky pouts, dear god he's pouting. "And I'm alone most nights. I guess a little company doesn't sound so bad."

Steve shakes his head but an untamable grin slips onto his face.

"I'm not seriously going to sleep in your dorm room tonight."

"Not sleep," Bucky grins wildly. "But we will have to both fit in my twin bed."

The arousal is beginning to suffocate Steve's brain at this point. Because the boy is truly pushing him now. He honestly seems to want this. And god, Steve wants it — wants him too much. He has since he met Bucky in his class two semesters ago.

"Is this some sick game to report me?" Steve has to ask.

"No!" Bucky refutes, his smile dropping. "Honest, I would never. I..."

He fiddles his hands together, suddenly shy.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were actually interested."

Steve's eyes go wide and can't help the instant response that flies out of his mouth, "I am."

Bucky stills and stares up at Steve in amazement.

"I don't like games. Mr. Barnes. If you're serious about this, then I would consider staying tonight."

Bucky swallows, then nods readily, "I'm serious."

Steve takes a step forward and Bucky doesn't hesitate to move closer too. It's Bucky who puts his hands on Steve first. Just the sides of his torso but he watches his hands glide down Steve in wonder like he hasn't touched another man in a while. Steve nearly shivers but holds it in and cups Bucky's face gently instead.

Bucky looks up at him with those big, blue eyes of his and dammit, Steve's gone. He leans in and kisses him, praying this isn't some joke.

But it's not, Bucky kisses him back like he really wants it. Fuck, he wants it. He moans into it and plunges his tongue inside desperate for a taste. Steve lets him in. He feels Bucky buckle forward, falling into him. Steve catches his waist, holding him up until they pull back.

Steve smiles at him. "Been a while?"

Bucky nods looking embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm usually better at this."

Steve shakes his head, lifts one hand to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "Just relax, let me do all the work."

Bucky's eyelashes flutter from that and he lets his body go pliant when Steve picks him up and carries him to the bed. He lays him down and watches Bucky spread out for him, arching up as if he's already aching to be touched. Steve's skin is on fire by now.

"You're beautiful," Steve marvels. Bucky visibly blushes from the compliment.

He reaches up to grab Steve's face and kiss him. Steve allows it and climbs on top of the boy while he's at it. They make out slowly until Bucky starts bucking his hips up trying to get some friction.

"You're sure your roommate won't come back tonight?" Steve pulls back to ask.

"Positive," Bucky assures him.

With that, Steve graciously grinds down, rubbing their clothed cocks together. Bucky moans out deliciously.

"I love how vocal you are," Steve murmurs, then kisses his neck, grinding down again to elicit another breathy moan.

"Yeah, the dorms next door are gonna love this," Bucky pants but he arches up searching for more when Steve pulls back.

"You sure you want to do this?" Steve checks.

"I'm sure. Please, Professor—"

"Call me Steve."

"Steve," Bucky corrects. "Please, don't stop."

Steve sucks in a sharp breath and then kisses him hard. He starts undressing them, admiring the tight outfit once more with every item he peels off.

"You're such a tease with this outfit, you know?"

"I know," Bucky bites his lip. "Was hoping to score to a professor tonight."

"If you're making a joke—"

"I'm not," Bucky says as he lifts his hips to help Steve slide his pants off. "I've always had a thing for it. Had my last boyfriend roleplay with me all the time. This is like a... dream."

Steve lets out a shaky breath. This is a fantasy for Bucky and Steve's the one making it come true. The thought makes his cock twitch. He moves faster to get Bucky's last piece of clothing off, his underwear.

Bucky sprawls out naked under him and he's more beautiful like this, Steve thinks. He doesn't need the outfit, he doesn't need anything at all to make Steve's cock throb. He works his own clothes off now and doesn't miss the way Bucky's eyes track his movements.

"Gotta open you up real slow," Steve tells him, kissing him again, "I'm sure you're so tight."

Bucky mewls and nods, spreading his legs as if it's an open invitation. Steve growls and slides down the bed as much as he can. The small bed isn't ideal for him and part of him wishes he drove the boy straight to his place.

Steve begins with his tongue and the way Bucky squirms and groans for him is making him want to hump the bed. God, he's so hard. But he focuses, adding a finger at a time until Bucky starts pleading.

It's glorious the way he keeps asking and begging Steve for more. Finally, Steve decides to give it to him. What he's been begging for all night, his cock.

He lines up and begins to push the tip inside. Bucky's eyes close and he pushes out a breath.

"Yes, please," he whispers.

"Fuck," Steve hisses and pushes in halfway.

He watches Bucky grasp at the pillow behind his head, squeezing the fabric tight.

"Look at me," Steve instructs. Bucky opens his eyes and bites his lip.

Steve pushes all the way in now, down to the base and Bucky cries out with a long moan. Steve leans down to kiss him, shifting into a new angle making Bucky whimper against his lips.

"You're so big," Bucky whispers. He wraps his legs around Steve's waist and squeezes tight, holding onto Steve's shoulders now. "Show me, please. Want you to teach me, Steve."

"Teach you what, honey?" Steve smiles.

"How a real man fucks me."

Steve lets a shiver run through him this time.

"You've never been with an older man?" Steve asks.

Bucky shakes his head. And Steve charges into motion, fucking Bucky in steady thrusts. He watches as even the easy rhythm has Bucky writhing in place. Steve begins to pick up the pace, locks his mouth onto the sensitive skin of the boy's neck and sucks. Bucky wails out a cry, panting by his ear as Steve keeps going.

Steve pulls back to grab his ankles and bend his knees to his chest. He rams his cock deep inside again and Bucky's eyes snap shut as he groans.

"Fuck, right there," Bucky whimpers.

Steve fucks over the spot, not stopping, until he feels Bucky's legs shaking in his hands. He lets them go and grabs the boy's cock, stroking him in time.

"Come on, honey. Come for me. Show me how much you like my cock, sweetheart."

"Oh god, Steve, I love it. Please don't— stop, I'm gonna— I—" Bucky whines before he throws his head against the pillow and Steve watches the come burst out of him in quick spurts covering his stomach in stripes.

"That's a good boy," Steve commends.

He lets Bucky's cock go and leans forward to keep fucking him. Bucky's eyes open and he clutches onto Steve's neck trying to kiss him through his irregular breaths.

"Come for me, please daddy," Bucky pants.

Steve can see the moment Bucky realizes what he's said. His eyes go wide, face reddening. He probably didn't mean to say it but it's too late. It's already sent a shock of arousal down Steve's body and makes him orgasm faster than even Steve is prepared for.

"Fuuuck," Steve grunts, fucking into him one last time, hard and strong until it's all rushing out of him.

It takes a minute for Steve for pull out and when he does, he realizes there's no room on the bed for him to lie next to Bucky. So he flips them around and places Bucky's head on his chest.

"Sorry, I said—" Bucky begins.

"Shhh," Steve hushes, brushing a hand through the boy's hair. "It was perfect."

He hears Bucky breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay... thanks."

Steve smiles still petting Bucky's hair.

"Do you wanna shower together?" Bucky asks after a couple of minutes.

"This place have communal bathrooms?"

"Yeah."

"You know, I have a pretty nice bathroom at my house. It's only a ten-minute drive if you're interested."

Bucky picks his head up with a soft smile.

"I think it'd only be fair I make sure you get home safe."

Steve chuckles. "I might need you to walk me inside."

"Oh, I can do more than walk you," Bucky smirks.

"I know you can," Steve smiles and then kisses him again.

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imtooscaredforthis · 4 months

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter Thirty One: Confession

Mentions of: Angst, Memory Loss, and Frank being a desperate lil baby

A/N: Happy Holidays!! Hope you enjoy!!

Tags: @prettycutebunny @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @vandeaad @moonshineinasippycup

Susie opened the door to Frank’s room, finding him smoking and slouched back on his mattress. “What the hell, Susie? You can’t just barge in here!”

She ignored his anger, tossing the notebook down on his bed. His expression changed from wrathful to guilty in a heartbeat. Like he got his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“You knew her. You knew (y/n). And you haven’t said anything.” Frank grabbed the notebook, throwing it under his bed. “It’s none of your fucking buisness. Get out.”

He seethed. She flinched slightly, but she didn’t move an inch. “Why?”

He stared at her, and he knew she wasn’t going to leave without an answer. The cat’s out of the bag now. There’s no point in hiding it.

“It’s not like she remembers me or anything. And it’s better if we keep it that way. You know how jealous Julie can get and..I was horrible to her. I didn’t deserve her, not for one second. I don’t know why The Entity brought her here. She’s too damn good for this fucked up place.”

Susie couldn’t help but notice the look in his eye. She had never seen that look before. Not even when he was with Julie.

“So that’s why you and Julie have been fighting. You love (y/n), don’t you?”

“…I did. A long time ago. I don’t really know if I feel anything for her now. I don’t want to. But I guess I don’t want to see her hurt.” He murmured.

“What do we do?” Susie couldn’t help but ask. Frank shrugged. He didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t since you had gotten here.

He thought he knew what he wanted. He thought he knew where he belonged. But ever since you got here, everything’s been flipped upside down. Everything’s been wrong.

He wanted to hate you. He did. But god, how could he? How could anyone?

“Just forget about her. Stop being her friend. It’ll be much less trouble that way.” He replied.

“You can’t be serious.” She said, her eyebrows furrowed. “That won’t solve anything. That’ll hurt her.”

“It’s for the best. Do you have any better ideas?” He remarked.

“Yeah, I might actually.”

—

With a tired sigh, you rested your head on a log, shutting your eyes. You were exhausted after another long day of trials, and you just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, someone had other plans.

“Psst, psst, (y/n)!” A familiar voice whispered. At first, you thought it was just a dream, but when you felt rocks and sticks getting thrown at you, you knew it wasn’t.

You glared at the pink haired perpetrator with a grumpy frown. “You really need to find better ways to get my attention.”

“Whatever. Will you just get over here? I want to talk to you.” So you reluctantly got to your feet, and stretched a little, before walking over to the younger teen.

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” You asked when you approached her.

“No. I just wanted to talk.” She replied. She was acting weird. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

“I’ve been thinking about you and your memories. It must’ve been tough to not remember anything or anyone from your past. I don’t know how I could manage that out here. Speaking of, have you remembered anything new?”

“Actually, I have.” With a grin, you pulled out a plastic card. Your driver’s license.

“This helped me a bit. Now I know I was from Canada, I’m twenty years old, and I was around during the nineteen eighties. I also remembered the most recent stuff, like how I was studying to become a doctor and stuff at college in America. But that’s it. There have also been some people I remember, but when I think about it, it’s too blurry to remember.” You explained.

“So you can’t remember anything? No names or faces?” She asked.

You shook your head in response. “Nope. But I’m fine with it. I mean, if I’m going to be here for eternity, my past doesn’t really matter right? And I know some stuff about who I am..so..it’s okay.”

The fact that you had accepted it so easily made Susie sad. It was like you were a shell of the person you used to be. While you weren’t going to be in the past anymore, wasn’t it important to know? There could be people out there that still care about you. In fact, there are.

“Wanna head back to Ormond?” Susie offered. “I don’t know..I’m kinda tired and Frank kicked me out the last time I was there. Aren’t he and his girlfriend fighting too? I just- I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be. I promise. I’m inviting you so it doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll just kick them out or something.” She replied.

You shrugged. “Okay.”

—

The next thing you knew, you were seated in between Susie and Frank at Mount Ormond’s Ski lodge. After a few minutes, Susie got up and announced she had to leave.

“What are you doing?” Frank mouthed to her, the moment you had your back turned. She rolled her eyes. “Just talk to her.”

Frank cleared his throat nervously, messing with his bandaged fingers. “So, Susie told me about your memory. You don’t remember anything?”

Why is everyone asking you about that? You shrugged your shoulders. “No, I do remember some things here and there.”

“Like what?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Well, I remember a little about who I was, and some of the things I did. I’m from Canada like you guys. Which is kind of a funny coincidence. I remember some people…but it’s all blurry, like I can’t recognize them.” You rambled.

“You know what would be funny? If we knew each other.” He remarked, causing a confused look to cross your face. “Yeah, I guess.”

He slipped a finger under your chin, tilting your head towards him. He was looking deeply in your eyes now, and you could see desperation and desire deep in them.

“C’mon, (y/n). It’s me. You have to remember.”

Remember? Remember what? Your head throbbed, as something panged inside your heart, but when you looked at Frank, you saw nothing. This has to be some sort of sick joke.

You smacked his hand from your chin, pulling away from you. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Is it fun for you to play with my feelings or something? Is that what this is? Some stupid game to you? You have a girlfriend, Frank! And I don’t know why you’re trying to play these mind games, but I’m done with it.”

You stormed out, with Frank calling after you, but just before you could leave, you bumped into a certain someone.

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witchersmistress · 10 months

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Hot Rage

Hello my darlings!! well here is the part that some of you have been waiting for... i'll be honest here, i felt like i could do better with it but i didnt want it to feel cheap and half done

Trigger Warnings: Anger, Some bodily damage, August just being a Dick

Word count: 4K

August POV

I open Baron’s door and pull up short. Lo is sprawled on her back across the California king, her arms wide and her blonde hair fanned out around her while her legs stretch up the upholstered headboard. Her skirt pools around her hips, exposing long, tan legs. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. She sits up, throwing her hair back like a fucking stripper and curling her legs on the bed beside her. “Oh, hey, August,” she says, like she didn’t sell me out to a snake.

“Why are you in my brother’s room?” I ask again, my voice hard. “Unlike you, your brothers didn’t kick me to the curb” she says. “So, I’m hanging out. What does it look like?” “Do you really want me to answer that question?” She runs her fingers through her blonde strands, bleached from a summer on the beach, and straightens her spine. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m still in college,” she says. “While you and Dawson go traipsing off to the real world, I’m stuck here for another year before Yale notices me.” “And letting two guys take turns with you all year is going to get you noticed? I’m not sure you understand how college admission works.” “Fuck you, August. Just because Harper ran off when you dumped her, that doesn’t give you a license to make everyone else as miserable as you.” “You sure about that?” I mutter, unable to hold onto my anger when she’s looking at me with such unflinching, raw hurt in her eyes. Baron emerges from the bathroom and nods at me before dropping into his recliner. “What’s up?” “Get her out of here,” I say.

It’s easier to be a dick through him. “She’s not welcome here anymore.” Baron raises a brow and reaches for his cup of suckers. “What did I ever do to you?” Lo demands. I could tell her, but I don’t want to do it in front of Baron, so I don’t bother. “Go home,” I say. “I need to talk to Baron.” “Nobody told me there was a party going on,” Duke says, stopping in the doorway. “Where’s the beer?” He swings open the glass door of Baron’s minifridge and pulls out a handful of bottles. “That’s why I’m here,” Lo says, shaking her hair into place and reaching for a beer. “Your parents are so much cooler than mine.” “Forget it,” I snap, smacking Duke’s hand away when he holds out a beer. “Hold up,” Baron says. “What do you need?” “To know when a video was shot. I’ll come back when you’re done running a train on Lo.” “Ooh, is this about Harper’s porn site?” Lo asks, swinging her legs off the side of the bed. I glare at her. This is what I get for letting her in, for letting myself use her to fill a hole another girl left in my life.

She’s wormed her way into everything, and I can’t extricate her from the hundred little places she’s cemented herself. Insults don’t work with her. She’s oblivious or unperturbed by words. “What?” Duke howls. “Harper has a porn site?” “I just need to know when it was filmed,” I say, glowering at Baron. “The rest of you can leave.” “Fuck that,” Duke says. “I want to see Harper doing porn!” “Come on,” Gloria says, taking his arm. “I have the link. I can show you.” “Show him that shit and see what happens,” I growl. Lo raises a brow and takes a sip of her beer. “So, I can stay?” I glare back at her. Why am I protecting Harper?

She either filmed that before we met, and she’s a fucking liar, or when we were together, and she’s a liar and a cheater. Or, she filmed it recently, and she’s not sitting around thinking about protecting me, that’s for damn sure. “Whatever,” I grit out. “Stay, you fucking dyke.” Gloria smirks at me and leans into Duke, who puts an arm around her. “We just want to help,” he says, giving me a sloppy grin. “Right, Lo?” “Exactly,” she says like some smug bitch who just bested me. At least this way I can control what she sees. I know she can’t afford to watch even a minute of the video on her own, but she’s not above using Duke to get what she wants. I pull it up on Baron’s computer while he slides to his second monitor to watch. “Apple cream pie?” Gloria says, crossing her arms and looking over my shoulder. “Clever.” “Damn,” Duke says, giving a low whistle. “A grand a minute? She sure thinks highly of that worn out pussy.” “Shut up,” I snap, turning to Baron. “Can you tell when it was shot?” “If she’s getting that for the video, you think she’s getting more for the sex?” Lo asks. “Dude, that’s not how porn works,” Duke says. “That’s how it’s legal. You don’t get paid for sex. You get paid for the performance.” Baron shakes his head and pulls his sucker out of his mouth to talk. “You can’t access this. It was a live feed streamed to your messages. All these were. Once the show’s over, it’s over. He may have recorded them while he was fucking her, but you only got the live stream.” “I can’t believe she sent you those,” Gloria says. “That’s fucking cold. What did you do to the poor girl?” That’s a question I will never answer. I always meant to wreck her, just like we did Mabel.

But if I found out Mabel was doing porn, I’d shake my head and maybe laugh, thinking we really ruined her for other guys. Harper isn’t Mabel, though. “It could be someone else,” Duke says, but there’s no conviction in his voice. We all know it’s her. Even if someone got the exact same tattoos as Harper, she wouldn’t have a body like that. “Yeah,” Lo says. “That’s not her OnlyWords handle. Maybe someone else sent it. Which of your enemies would send you something like that to fuck with you? Colt?” That’s not a question we’re going to answer when she’s in the room. Baron scrolls up through a dozen thumbnails she sent me this summer, none of which I watched. “Here’s a recorded clip.” He pays up, pops the sucker in his mouth, and starts the video. He goes to work, doing his magic to dissect whatever coding is behind the video, not even watching the screen. I can’t watch, either. When I see the dick come out of the guy’s pants, I think I’m going to fucking lose my sanity. “Turn it off,” I snapped.

The minute runs out before there’s a dick in her, but it’s no better. I already saw five minutes that I can never forget. I can feel myself slipping away, under the surface where it’s calm. Baron watches me for a second, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll lose it like I did when I saw that sadistic fuck Colin coming out of our house. But I’m in control, just like he is. Duke’s too busy feeling up Gloria and dumping beer down his throat to think right now, but Baron’s sharp. He knows what this means. “What can you tell?” “It was filmed this summer,” he says quietly. For a minute, none of us speak. Even Duke’s finally gotten serious, his face sober as his gazes meet ours. She’s alive. I don’t know what I expected, something welling up inside, rage or relief, but nothing comes. I knew she was alive. Some part of me always knew. I didn’t go wander the swamp thinking I’d find her bones. I didn’t sit under the tree where we left her to mourn her each evening. Maybe some fucked up part of me was waiting for her to return, to tell me I had it all wrong or at least explain herself. It wasn’t something rational. Of course she’s not going to go back to the place we tried to kill her. She’s not me. But some unconscious part of my mind must have been waiting for that. An explanation as to how she could do that. How she could have fooled me so hard. Something to convince me she wasn’t like all the other Darlings. But she is. She played me, she took her punishment, and she moved on with some other guy. And now, she’s trying to destroy me for what I did to her. She knows me so well that she knows even after what I did, I can’t let her go. She knows she still has claws in me, and she’s going to make me pay until she drives me over the edge.

I tried to kill her, but she’s the one who will succeed. She’ll keep going until I’m dead. Then she’ll be satisfied. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think she filmed that,” Gloria says, looking at me with something way too fucking close to pity. “That’s obvious. The guy is holding the phone,” Duke says, gesturing to the thumbnail left once Baron rejects the prompt to put in another thousand to keep watching. “I meant, that’s a dude’s homemade porn,” Lo says. “Not a girl’s.” I narrow my eyes at her. “What, you make porn now? Since when are you the expert?” “No,” she says slowly. “Stop being a dick and I might tell you.” I cross my arms and glare down at her. “Explain.” “I’m just saying, a dude’s going to get all up close and personal with the act of penetration. Like that.” She gestures to the screen. “If it was Harper trying to make you eat your heart out, she’d give you something less crude than a closeup shot of her lady business. She’d give you her face, some inviting smiles or come-hither looks. She’d drive you crazy, make you wonder if she’d go through with it before she got to the killing blow. She’d want you to see her face when he put it in.” “Dude, you’re evil,” Duke says, pushing her away. Gloria grins like he just gave her the highest compliment and takes a swig of beer. “There’s plenty of tease in the live video,” I say. “He’s rubbing his dick all over her. And she’d never show her face. She’s more obsessed with college than you are.” “I stand by my reasoning,” she says. “Even if she wasn’t showing her face, she’d still tease. She’d undress for the camera, touch herself, let you see her climbing on the dude. This is just fucking.” “That’s the good stuff,” Duke points out. “See?” Gloria gestures to him, widening her eyes at me. “I rest my case.” “Or maybe she’s not making porn for you, Lo,” Baron argues. “Maybe she’s a pro and knows what guys like.” “Hm, I doubt it,” Gloria says. “I mean, I suppose it’s possible. But I’m willing to bet a guy is behind that screen name.” “You need to leave,” I say. She’s probably right, but I need to talk to my brothers now, figure out a game plan. I know what they’ll say already, though. The problem was taken care of. She didn’t die, but she kept her mouth shut. It doesn’t matter where she is or what happened to her as long as she didn’t go to the cops or make trouble for our family. It’s fine. She disappeared just like Mabel. She’s gone. That’s what we wanted, after all. “Walk me home,” Lo says. “And I’ll go quietly.” I grit my teeth, but she just sips her beer and waits. I yank the bottle out of her hand and shove it at Duke. “Let’s go.” I grab her by the back of the neck and haul her out of there. I’d let her walk her ass home on her own if I trusted her not to lurk and snoop.

She’s worse than Harper when she gets something in her head. When we step out into the baking August heat, I give her a little shove toward her house. “This is the last time I’m walking you home,” I snap. “Fine,” she says. “I knew it would be.” For a minute, we stalk along beside each other, neither of us speaking. “You told her, didn’t you?” I ask at last. “Told who what?” “Don’t fucking bullshit me, Lo,” I say. “She knew, and there’s only one person who could have told her.” Gloria’s eyes widen, and she visibly gulps. “I…” “Don’t,” I snap. “I don’t want any excuse. I just want to hear you say it.” “I’m sorry,” she blurts. We stop at the end of her driveway. She stares up at me with her big blue eyes shiny with crocodile tears. Fuck her. She doesn’t get to cry about fucking betraying me, trying to make me feel bad. I have to ball my hands into fists so I don’t reach out and choke the shit out of her. “Say it.” “I didn’t mean to,” she wails, a tear spilling down her cheek. I hold up a hand. “I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth except a confession,” I say. “So until you have that, don’t speak to me. Don’t text or call. And don’t let me see you in my fucking house.

My brothers are too good for your conniving, low-class, fake-ass family.” I hit her where it hurts—her family’s financial situation. She’s not the only one who knows secrets. I know they’re all on scholarship because they can’t afford Georgia State. Hell, Dad sponsored their scholarships last year. I know that everything about them is as fake as the manicured lawn and custom landscaping outside the house they inherited from an uncle because they were destitute. Gloria swallows and wipes her tears away, squaring her shoulders and facing me like the tough chick she is and not the sniveling little bitch she plays to get sympathy. “I told her,” she says. Her voice is weak, barely above a whisper. But I respect her for having the decency to say it to my face. “I know,” I say. “And now you can be dead to me, too.” turning on my heels, leaving her standing at the bottom of her driveway, strolling back to ours, the sun beating on the pavement.

The phone in my breast pocket starts to vibrate. Pulling it out and answering "Walker '' I snap at the person on the other end " Hello.. Mr. Walker.. it's Ann, the property manager over at 217 Lancaster Drive” Shit right, I'd forgotten about her house i haven't been there in weeks. “ Yes, apologies, what can I do for you Ann?” i heard shuffling on the other end of the line “ I need to make an alteration to the grocery order, most of the produce and meats have gone bad” not really caring at this point “Yes of course do what you need to do, i'll be by in a little while”

More shuffling over the phone, “Good sir, very good, it'll do the young lady here some good to have some company” I stopped in my tracks “What young lady Ann?” but she had already hung up the phone. Racing back to my driveway, I hop in my Range Rover and take off like a bat out of hell to find out who in the hell she was talking about.

Harper’s POV

I looked back over my shoulder at the prestigious façade of the CIA one last time before climbing into Mr. D’s truck. It feels surreal in a different way from when I’d walk in August’s world. Now, it just seems unreal altogether, like coming back for a ten-year reunion, a different girl in a different decade than the one I was when I went here. No one else has been here since the evacuation. I just had to talk to the admin, who are here getting ready for everyone to return. Even though most of the surrounding buildings have been cleared to go back to work, our building doesn't return until the first of September, so there was no chance of running into anyone I know. I pull up onto the side of the road in front of my house, since Ann’s car is in the driveway. She’s halfway out the front door, struggling to haul a mountain of grocery bags inside with both hands.

I hop down and go to help her drag the haul inside. “What’s the occasion?” I ask. “Are you having a party?” She stands up and flicks her hair out of her eyes, leaning a palm on the edge of the counter and surveying me. “I didn’t buy all this,” she says. “ My employer had it delivered” She laughs as I shrug and start putting away groceries. If Mr. D wants to feed me even though I didn’t return his truck, I’m not about to complain. The bags are full of stuff I’d never buy—instead of discount hamburger, there’s steak; instead of instant rice, it’s quinoa; instead of canned green beans there are bags of fresh vegetables I never ate before living with Mr. D and sure as fuck don’t know how to cook. What do people even do with artichokes? When I’m done putting stuff up, I head back out to grab the packet of stuff the admin gave me to look over and fill out. I’m not motivated the way I used to be, when I wanted to leave Georgia, but it’s as if I’m coming out of shock. My brain is still moving slow, processing things in a disjointed way. Which explains why I’m three steps out the front door before I see what’s waiting for me. My heart stops in my chest.

August Walker is standing by the Escalade.

My brain balks for a second, as if it can’t comprehend this vision out of my worst nightmare and fit it into reality. Instinct tells me to turn and run back into my house, to slam and lock the door, to crawl back into the bed that I never should have left. He’s here. Everything I did was for nothing. Mr. D was never going to risk showing his face to the world to expose the Walkers. He just sat there in his apartment with me all summer, doing nothing. I should have known August was untouchable. I should have known the Darlings had already lost. I should have known I was the only loser left in the game. But here’s the thing about someone taking everything you own—your body, your soul—and destroying even the darkest, most hidden parts of it. There’s nothing left for them to break. So I don’t run back in the house. Because fuck August Walker. Fuck them all. I’ll drive over him if he tries to stop me. I march straight up to the truck, the muddy splatters on the sides somehow endearing instead of sloppy.

August just stands there watching me approach, his expression almost wary, like I’m some demon risen from the dead after he watched the life drain out of me with his own eyes.

I suppose I am. “What’s the matter, never seen a girl in a truck before?” I ask as I unlock the door with the fob. “Or do you think I’m a ghost?” “Why the fuck are you in that truck?” he asks. “Maybe it’s mine,” I say. “A whore needs her wheels.” “That’s not your truck,” he says, glaring at me from hollowed out eyes with shadows under them, like he hasn’t slept in days. “What, you know every vehicle in Georgia?” “I know every Darling’s vehicle,” he counters. “And why are you dressed like… That?” His gaze travels down my body, and I have to fight the urge to cover myself, though there’s nothing sexual in his look. It’s an examination, as detached as Baron’s assessing gaze. I was just going to get something from the back seat, but I know I won’t be able to walk back inside and act normal. Not when he’s here, when he can find me so easily, come back for me. I might act tough, but inside… The screams I can’t force out in my nightmares are playing on repeat, the time loop I never visit spinning at breakneck speed. I need to feel bigger, more in control, to have something solid to hold onto.

I climb up into the high seat, so I’m taller and surrounded by steel, and I turn to face him. “What’s this about, August? You’re afraid that since I lived after you tried to kill me, again, that there’s a witness to what you did? Don’t worry, even if I went to the cops, I’m sure your brothers and the rest of Georgia States’s football team would back them up and say they didn’t rape me that night.” “What are you talking about?” August demands, stepping toward the open door of the truck. My entire being recoils, and my heart beats once, so hard I have to press my fist to my chest to keep from crying out. He stops, watching me with that dark, brooding gaze. I force myself to speak like I’m not smothering on the air itself. “Even if I filed a report, and could afford a lawyer, who do you think a jury would believe?” I ask quietly. “One whore from the bad side of town, or the entire football team full of golden boys from Georgia State?” His jaw clenches, and he rests a hand on the open door. It’s not a threatening pose, but all I can think is that I can’t close the door now. I’m trapped.

My body is screaming at me to scramble across the seat, jump out the far door, and run until my heart explodes. But I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. “It wasn’t the whole football team,” he says, his voice low, a stitch between his brows like he’s genuinely confused. “You know that. You rode in the car with us. It was just the twins.” “Until you left,” I whisper, wishing I’d never engaged, that I’d turn and run the other way when I saw him waiting at the truck. We stare at each other for a long moment, and the rest of the world seems to fall away—the buzz of crickets, the stifling afternoon heat, the smell of exhaust and baked asphalt. “Harper…” August says at last. His eyes, his voice, are so full of the pain that always got to me. I thought it made us kindred spirits, that we were both battling some inner darkness. Now I know the truth. Nothing can help him. His evil knows no bounds. I’m not the demon. He’s the demon, the one who possessed me and stole my soul, leaving nothing behind. I’m the empty shell of a girl, all that’s left after the demon gets what it wants and moves on to the next victim. “No,” I hissed, turning to kick his arm off the door.

I put all the force I can behind it, and he actually winces, rubbing his arm as I reach for the door handle. “Don’t you dare apologize. You’re a sick, broken man, and now I’m broken, too. I will never recover from what you did to me. You don’t get to make yourself feel better about it now.” I slam the door in his face and fumble the keys into the ignition, my heart racing and my hands shaking so hard it takes three tries to get the truck started. I don’t look to see if he’s clear of the vehicle. I slam on the gas, and it lurches forward, powerful and dangerous. It’s not enough, though. I’m like August in his big, bulked up body with his little shattered soul hiding inside. I still feel small and helpless inside the huge monster. I’ll never feel safe again. When I get to Mr. D’s, I sit in the garage and punch the steering wheel until my knuckles bleed, and for the first time since it happened, I let myself cry.

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itsyourstarboy · 1 year

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ZAP

✨Lovely OC✨

The long awaited, lovely Lovely is here!!! I kept a lot of electric vibes with her design, because she may be dead but that part of her is not.

Info about her under the cut!

Finally putting a face to the name

My Lovely is named Charlie and uses she/her pronouns

💗💛💙pansexual💙💛💗

5’8” (tall goddess)

Her eyes were brown before her turning

Cute little blue goth babey

She’s a Twilight fan girl through and through. She’s team Edward all the way, and prefers the books to the movies.

It was basically a dream come true when she met Vincent.

She was a college freshman, pursuing a career in photography. She likes taking pictures of abandoned/creepy places (hence why she was at Wonderworld at 3am)

She didn’t believe Vincent was a vampire at first, but a small part of her hoped he was.

Then he broke into her house and she was in love <3

I think she might actually be insane.

No self preservation instincts whatsoever, y’all already know.

She wanted Vincent to turn her into a vampire from the start, but she didn’t really know how to ask, so when she saw a chance to get nearly killed she took it.

Jumped in front of that shade on purpose, I’m telling you.

She used to be vegan (obviously not anymore lol)

After learning she was empowered, she stopped going to the unempowered college and transferred to DAMN.

Then she died and just dropped out mood

She’s the biggest tease you will ever meet. Yes, even worse than Vincent.

She’s loves leaving him wanting more.

He can’t even get her back anymore, because now she can run super fast, and he’s afraid if he chases her she’ll go flying down a mountain again.

She stans Avril Lavigne so hard

15% beauty; 5% grace; 70% chaos; 10% horny

She throws electric shocks at anything that scares her

Or, at least, she used to.

Now that she’s a vampire, her electricity is weakened, so she feels kinda defenseless. If something scares her, she immediately hunches over and hisses like a frightened feline.

Probably licks batteries to feel energized.

She HAS to have the last word.

If you text her something rude and then block her, she will hunt you down in person just to respond with “k.”

She got into a lot of verbal fights at DAMN because she has a problem with authority

Okay so... she doesn’t have it anymore, but she used to drive an old, beat up, hand-me-down minivan.

She also never got her driver’s license.

“Fake it till you make it,” yeah she’s good at pretending to know what she’s doing.

(Vincent didn’t find this out until after she was behind the wheel of his most expensive car)

I don’t know what issues she’s got goin on up in her noggin, but there’s quite a few.

Tea-time gossip w/ William on Wednesdays at 1pm :)

Okay pet names pet names

Charlie calls Vincent: Vince, Bats, Creeper, Handsome, Babe, and Cutie.

She has an emotional support animal :3

His name is Spike and he’s a duck 🦆

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scarl3ttjpg · 11 months

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Back to Square One (04)

Clyde came into my room and coughed dramatically as I sprayed my hair with product. I rolled my eyes at him as he continued to fake cough long after I set the can down on my desk. He laughed at his own antics and closed my door slightly to use the mirror that was hanging on the back of it and began fussing with his hair.

"And you say that I'm dramatic about my looks... At least I don't take three hours to pick an outfit and do my hair," I laughed at him as he shot me a nasty look.

"At least I... um... You know what, you don't deserve a response."

I laughed at his lack of a come-back. "Okay, well, anyways are you done? I don't want to be late and if you aren't ready I'm leaving without you."

He opened his mouth to argue but I was already making my way down the stairs, texting butters that I was on my way. Clyde closed my door behind him as he quickly followed behind me, shouting a 'bye' to our dad. Now that he was actually moving, I rushed to the car and plopped down in the driver seat. Clyde and I both had out licenses, but Dad had only gotten one car for the both of us to share. Something about teaching us responsibility? I don't even know, he got really lucky that Clyde and I somehow ended up going to the same college.

Clyde watched this and frowned as he walked over to the passenger seat.

"Why do you get to drive," he whined as I began backing out of the driveway.

"Because I'm a better driver? Besides, you could have driven if you walked faster." I flashed him a smug grin as I drove off toward Butters' apartment.

After a few minutes, we were already stepping off the elevator and watching the door swing wide open, revealing a Butters who had already clearly been drinking a bit. As I stepped into the apartment, Bebe rushed over to me and engulfed me in a tight hug.

"Y/N!! Hiii," she smiled. "Do you want some Malibu? I saved some for you!" Bebe laughed as she talked. Knowing her, the 'some' she saved was maybe two small sips that she had missed when she chugged the bottle.

"Can I have some," my brother quickly asked before I could even open my mouth to respond. Bebe rolled her eyes and flipped him off as she pulled me over to the couch, still hugging me. I smiled and waved at Wendy who also rushed over to give me a hug. The three of us sat on the couch as I filled them in on how it's been out of town. Clyde and Butters made their way over to us, and sat on the coffee table across from us. Butters handed me a can of strawberry lemonade Truly, which I cracked open in no time at all. It was gone in under a minute.

"Clyde, go get me another one of these," I smiled at him, handing him the empty can. He walked off to the fridge, mumbling about me treating him like a servant. I continued rambling about my experiences at school when I saw Wendy mouthing something to somebody across the room. I glanced over and my smile dropped when I saw the glaring eyes of Stan Marsh.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'll be right back," Wendy apologized as she stood and walked over to her boyfriend. I watched them talk for a moment. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Stan looked frustrated. Clyde came back and shoved the new can in my face, interrupting my very bad attempt at eavesdropping. Again, I drank it quickly.

Just seeing Stan's reaction to my presence was enough to remind me of why I was so unsure about going to this party. Butters looked at me with a concerned smile before speaking loudly over the bass-boosted music.

"I'll go talk to them." He stood up and pushed through the crowd over to Stan and his friends. I watched as Butters made his way over there, recognizing each of the people surrounding the dark haired male. I saw a blonde who was already drunk off his ass, and I figured that had to be Kenny. I saw another blonde with a black haired guy, both of whom looked like they wanted to be anywhere else. I wondered when Tweek and Craig started hanging with Stan... Then, between people drunkenly bumping into each other, I saw a pair of irritated eyes practically staring through me. Annoyed, I chugged the rest of my drink. Clyde sighed before I could even say anything, and walked back to the fridge to get me another one.

"Y/N," Bebe started. "Drink one more and I'm making you move. You're so boring right now!" She dragged out each word, slurring her speech. I couldn't tell if she was actually drunk or just matching the vibes of the atmosphere. Either way, I was glad she was here with me. I needed to get my mind off the eyes glaring at my every move across the room.

Before I knew it, the coffee table and floor around my feet was littered with empty cans of Truly and beer. Bebe pulled me off the couch we stumbled into the bulk of the partygoers. I laughed as we danced, feeling like we were in some cheesy '90s coming-of-age movie. My fun was cut short, though when I tripped over my own feet. If it weren't for Bebe catching my arm before I could fall, I would have landed right in the lap of the very person who had been glaring daggers at me: Kyle Broflovski. He opened his mouth to say something to me, but Bee twirled me around, pushing me away from him. Somehow we ended up right back there next to him again, though.

I let out a sigh. I, for one, was ready to move on from what had happened all those years ago. I stopped Bebe from dragging me away again and smiled at her. She gave me an unsure look before stumbling off to the kitchen to find some more liquor that she didn't need. I leaned back against the wall next to Kyle, crossing my arms to mimic his annoyed manner. He continued to stare at me, raising an eyebrow as I began to talk.

"So... How have you been, Kyle? It's been a while, huh?" I offered him a friendly smile which he did not return. In fact, he continued to stare blankly at me, almost scowling at my presence. I continued to try to have a little bit of small talk, but the most response I got was a couple of eye rolls and irritated sighs. I opened my mouth to continue to attempt, but he spoke bluntly before I had the chance.

"Drop the act, Y/N. We both know that you were invited to this out of pity. Not a single person actually wants you here. It's a miracle that Butters is nice enough to give you another chance. You don't deserve it." His words were cold and sharp and stung deeply. I knew that he was still upset, but he had never been so cold... It just made me wonder what had been said about me that I never got to hear.

"You know, out of anyone I'm the most surprised that you believed him. I'll never understand that. I thought that maybe after a whole ass decade, you would have moved on, but I suppose you always were one to surprise me, Kyle." I pushed myself off the wall before he had a chance to respond and walked quickly out the door. My eyes stung and my head was spinning as I opened the door to the stairwell and sat down. I took some deep breaths as I heard someone coming down the stairs. I scooted myself closer to the wall to let them pass by me, but instead, they sat beside me.

I wiped my eyes and looked over to see who this mystery person was, and smiled in surprise. I had never been very close to them in school, but it was refreshing to see somebody who didn't care enough about rumors to hate me. After a moment of silence and me trying to curb my sniffles, they spoke up.

"Is everything okay?"

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random2908 · 8 months

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My brother's dead.

I don't really know what to do.

I was just thinking in the shower this morning, coincidentally, during normal shower thoughts time, what a sweet kid he'd always been. How he was all cuddles and roughhousing whenever I came home when I was in college, and then a day before I'd have to leave again to go back to school, he'd get all grumpy and want to pick fights, because he was missing me already.

Pretty much everyone liked him. He was witty; he had a PhD in his actual special interest--which, trust me, even among PhDs is rare--which meant he had professional license to talk about it whenever he wanted; he had really cool hobbies, like blacksmithing; he was gregarious, and although he told me once recently that social skills didn't come naturally to him, he had good social skills; he always had a ton of friends wherever he went. He had a wife. They were planning to have kids.

I don't know. I guess you almost never know with these things. I mean, I knew he was anxious, generally, and about a few specific things. His wife and a few of his friends apparently knew he was depressed--but they all thought he was getting better. We don't have a family history of this kind of thing. No one expected it, no one knows why. I guess that's how it is. I guess you always think, if only he'd reached out to you at that crucial moment--but he didn't and that's how it is.

I already miss him so much.

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waateeystein · 9 months

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Frankenstein Adaptation Review #2: Frankenstein (1931)

Masterpost of my Frankenstein Reviews

Title: Frankenstein

Year: 1931

Medium: Film

Director: James Whale

Produced by: Universal Pictures

Synopsis/Intro

One of Universal Pictures original monster films, Frankenstein (1931) sets a precedent for many future adaptations of Shelley’s story. It is also responsible for creating many of the iconic symbols that we associate with the mythos of Frankenstein (even if those symbols have little to do with the original story.) I went in mostly blind, but was very pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed this film, and better appreciate the creative license it took when adapting the novel. This is the first in a long series of Frankenstein-based Universal monster movies, and I am very curious to see where the films go from here! Buckle in because this is a long one…

Grading

Faithfulness to the Source Material

First off, this film is extremely different from the book. I didn’t realize this going in, I knew there would be some differences obviously, but even just from the opening credits I was so surprised at just how different it was. Right off the bat, we establish that our main character is actually named Henry Frankenstein, and Victor takes the role of what would loosely be Henry in the novel. (Elizabeth does stay the same and I think that is very iconic of her.) I think this name swapping is really interesting, and I’m sure some film/literary scholar has a much deeper thematic analysis on this than I could write. My take is that it was a way of distancing this version of the story from the novel right from the get-go, letting audiences know before the first line of dialogue is even spoken, that this story will be a very different story from its inspiration, and your expectations of this story will be literally flipped. Henry also now has a sidekick/apprentice named Fritz, who I assume is the original version of “Igor” that we see in other adaptations (but I guess I must continue watching more movies to prove that assumption!) I won’t go through every single character here, but those to me were the stand-outs worth mentioning in my own game of spot the difference.

Like the novel, Henry is indeed a college drop-out, although here he leaves academia to create his creature, rather than as a result of his creation. This adaptation also makes our Frankenstein more open to sharing his creation with others, although he still does this begrudgingly. And in general this Henry is not too dissimilar in characterization to the novel’s Victor. They are both obsessive scientists who crave the power of great discovery, and want to overcome the state of death and create life from it. They also both put their work before their love, ignoring Elizabeth and their father in the name of their occupation and obsession. I think Frankenstein’s characterization here, although not one-to-one with the novel, does the most work of relating this film back to the novel, especially when so much else of the plot and characters are completely different. Frankenstein the novel, and Frankenstein the Universal Monster movie are two very different mythos that I am coming to understand are often conflated. I want to better understand and explain how this film created its own modern mythos, but I also want to specifically highlight that Frankenstein himself is very similar between the two.

More on that modern mythos I was talking about, this film is responsible for so much of what we today associate with Frankenstein. The lighting table hoisted into the sky to give life to the creature, the hunchbacked sidekick of Frankenstein, the very iconic “it’s alive!” line, and of course the creature design itself. Most of these are not present in the book at all, or at best are very loosely based on certain descriptions in the novel. But I also don’t hate that they exist here! The lighting table is an homage to the lighting strike that book Frankenstein witnessed as a child that helps spark (pun-intended) his interest in science. Fritz here could be interpreted as a loose allegory for Henry Clervil in the book. Frankenstein’s gleeful “it’s alive!” is also a great foil to the immediate regret and fear that book Frankenstein feels at the successful creation of his creature. I think the film pays a lot of respect to its source material while still being its own creature (once again pun-intended). “Frankenstein”, in my opinion, is a very difficult novel to 100% faithfully adapt. This version chose to completely change the story to serve its own artistic goals and resources, their goals being to create a more horror-oriented and visually-minded adaptation of Shelley’s novel. And we know they were successful because it is one of the most iconic and famous monster films of all time.

So to conclude this section, no, this film had very little accuracy to the novel, but for all the reasons above, I do think in many ways it was still a good and somewhat faithful adaptation in its own right.

Total Category Score: 7/10 points

Production Design

There is so much to say here about this film’s design, both scenically and costume-wise. Starting with the production design, this film distinguishes itself from the novel by putting our setting in a German village set at about the film's release of 1931. Obviously this is another big change from the source material, but I like this decision for two reasons. Firstly, it was probably more practical from a production/costume design perspective, because with all of the other special elements of creature creation in play, adding a period setting on top of that would have an added difficulty that would not be present by just setting it in their modern day. Secondly, I think setting this film in a modern time to its original viewers makes the horror feel more plausible and real to those original viewers. Obviously us viewers over 90 years later won’t feel the same way with this exact film, but it’s probably a similar feeling to what we feel when we watch contemporary horror films today. On the other hand, I am not a huge fan of setting this film in what I presume to be Germany. There are a few different European countries that play a role in the novel, and Frankenstein is a very German-sounding name (I don’t have the linguistics knowledge to tell if if it actually is or not), and some of the creatures time in the book is spent in Germany, so I understand where the decision probably came from. However, I still wish it was set in Switzerland instead. I think this is another way that the mythos of this film tends to overshadow the actual events of the novel, and although it is a minor point, the backdrop of the Swiss alps where Frankenstein lived and where much of the actual conflict between Frankenstein and his creature took place would have been so cool and beautiful to have from a design standpoint. And without doing more research, I don’t have the off-hand knowledge to say how accurate the design of this German town/costumes were, but as a viewer it was beautiful and it did give a strong sense of the given setting. Finally, I want to acknowledge how interesting the windmill was as a choice of setting for Frankenstein’s laboratory. Many adaptations put him in some kind of castle situation, but the windmill feels right for the setting they chose. It gives the impression that Frankenstein cobbled together this somewhat remote lab as to be far enough from the village to have privacy and a high elevation, but also still be close to home and Elizabeth for their upcoming wedding. And the imagery of this burning windmill at the film’s ending is just so epic and even gives a somewhat ambiguous ending as to if the creature was able to escape or not. Although, upon further inspection, the interior was almost entirely stone and the exterior was entirely wooden, so with this continuity error I don’t know how well it would have actually burned, but maybe that’s for me to do more historical research on. (Also I am very excited to one day visit the Frankenstein windmill restaurant that is being built in Universal’s new park in Orlando.)

And now the obvious star of the show, the costume and creature design. Another reason I like their choice of time period is because we get to see these late 20’s/early 30’s garments that tend to get forgotten for the more stereotypical 20’s and 30’s silhouettes. In particular, I was in love with every costume we see in the wedding scenes. Elizabeth’s wedding dress was so beautiful, and the way her veil/train would drape across entire rooms when she moved evoked art nouveau fashion plates which I am obsessed with. The menswear also did not disappoint, I love the outfit he changes into for the final scenes of the film with the flare-hipped breeches. I did a little bit of research and learned that although these garments were mostly associated with motorcycle policemen, they were also associated with big-game hunters, which is perfect for Frankenstein as he is attempting to literally hunt his creation in these scenes (fun fact this garment is also called a “Jodhpur”.) They are a big goofy considering he is not wearing them while horseback riding, but it makes sense thematically so it gets a pass from me.

The creature design gets its own paragraph because there is so much to unpack here. Going in to watching this film, I knew what the creature design would be. It is extremely iconic, and it is what most people associate with the character and is the basis for most adaptations after it. Conversely, because it is so iconic, I was seeing it out of its original context and I was actually not a huge fan of the design in terms of faithfulness to the novel. But now having seen the film and seeing this design in context, I think I’ve mostly changed my mind. The novel only gives us a vague description of the creature, but we know that Frankenstein built him to be beautiful but he ended up being terrifying to all that saw him. I was surprised to realize that the film's design balances this pretty well. He is obviously still grotesque, with his elongated head (a possible nod to the creature design of the 1910 silent film version), neck screws, darkened facial features and scars across his body. But he is also very well-kept and handsome in many ways. His hair is neatly and intentionally styled, the scars are symmetrical and surprisingly neat for being a bunch of separate body parts stitched together. Even his outfit, which is intentionally designed to be too small in some proportions to make him appear larger and more hulking, is a clean suit and pants. The designer has managed to give him these humanizing aspects, while still making him appear horrifying and other-worldly. And it is a testament to the genius of these design decisions that this creature’s design has stood the test of time. The only things I might have changed would be putting his screws at his temples rather than his neck, and changing out his dark t-shirt looking garment for some kind of collared shirt (only because he unintentionally looks like he’s from the 80’s, but I guess it is kind of cool that this creature dressed in trends 50 years before they actually happened.) Obviously that is me being nitpicky, but I absolutely get the obsession with this creature design now, and I am excited to see how or if it evolves in this film’s sequels.

Total Category Score: 9/10 points

Entertainment value

Despite the extensive creative liberties that this film took in adapting Shelley’s novel, I still had a great time watching it. There is always a worry with watching these old films that they will automatically be boring to a modern eye, but I don’t think this film had that issue. I was always anxious to see what Frankenstein or the creature would do next, and knowing the plot of the book, I was always surprised because the plot of the film was so different. The creature’s kill-count is much lower than in the book, here he is only responsible for killing the doctor and a young girl named Maria. The scene with the creature and Maria was one of my favorites. It was a necessary moment to show the creature’s humanity, and that it only really meant to hurt those who had antagonized him first. He accidentally and very suddenly kills the young Maria, and this is what ignites the village to hunt him down. [edit: I had a later realization that this scene parallels a scene in the book where the creature saves a young girl from drowning. It’s interesting that in both mediums, whether the creature saves her or accidentally dooms her, he is persecuted. Another example of how this movie literally flips the script of the book.] Like the novel, he is continuously misunderstood and mistreated by everyone he meets. But unlike the novel, where the young William immediately distrusts the creature, little Maria only shows him immediate kindness, and reminds us of the innocence of children. I like that the film implies that children are not born with hatred, but learn it instead, a theme that we mostly don’t see in the novel. And that’s the great thing about film adaptation, we get to explore themes and ideas that might have been glossed over or missed in the source material, and I am very glad that this film did that. And obviously the horror of this very old film will not feel the same watching it today as it would have when it was originally released, but at times I still found myself feeling the horror which was surprising.

Total Category Score: 8/10 points

Bonus Points

Character(s) included/mentioned (1 point each):

- Robert Walton and/or Henry Clerval: no. - The DeLacey Family: no (Maria and her father are a close allegory though.) - Justine Moritz: no. - William and/or Ernest Frankenstein: no.

Victor(y) points (1 point each):

- Is Victor aged 18-26 years old: Yes! - Is Victor a college dropout: Yes! - Does Victor have an accent that is not American or British: no.

Miscellaneous (1 point each):

- Setting is primarily in Switzerland: no. - Are there homoerotic undertones: no. - Does the Creature have intelligence: no.

Total Category Score: 2/10 points

Final Score: 26/40 points

[Housekeeping notes: I had to change to the legacy post editor because this review was literally too long for the new editor to handle. If anyone has some tips for that let me know, in the meantime the text formatting might just look slightly different. Also I’ve been making slight review formatting changes, so I may go back and update previous posts to reflect those changes, although the content of the review will be the same. Thanks y’all!]

#frankenstein #frankenstein or the modern prometheus #mary shelley #victor frankenstein #Frankenstein movie #universal monsters #universal monsters frankenstein #movie review #frankenstein adaptation #waateeystein reviews

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melloween-candie · 11 months

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Outlaw [P.1]

Vi x Fem Reader

Summary

What would you do if you had a chance to be in their world?… Y/n had just finished watching Arcane for the 5th time, and she couldn't help but cry all over again. Seeing her favorite characters fighting and torturing each other was just too painful for her. All she ever wanted was for Jinx to go back to being who she was and to stop Silco. She wanted to see Claggor and Vander live on, including Mylo! And most importantly, you wanted to save Vi and change Zaun for the better. So, what did God do? Hit you with a car and put you in the show :)

A/n - I published this story on my Wattpad before, but I never finished it. I really loved Arcane and this concept that I came up with, so I made a promise to myself that I WILL finish it at some point!

And That's what I plan on doing! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Warning! Spoilers, Mention of a car crash

[GxG/Fanfic]

Word count: 558

Arcane Masterlist (Coming soon)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

It is currently 9:28 pm. Y/n is sitting on her bed, rewatching her favorite show for the 5th time on her computer.

***Y/n's Pov***

-9:28 pm/bedroom-

No matter how many times I rewatch this show, I will never get over the fact that it ended like this! Leaving me wanting more!!!!

You lay on your bed sideways as the credits rolled in, ending the last episode of Arcane. You turned off your browser, leaving your computer at the homepage screen where you can see your beautiful wallpaper of Vi and the gang.

You started making circular motions with your index finger, touching your computer screen, circling Vi's face.

"If only I were in your world... with you and Powder... I would change things for the better." You mumbled, "Why can't life be like that? Why can't this be real?"

You sighed as you got up, getting ready for your night shift at your dead-end job.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You were currently behind a counter scanning food for a customer. 12:06 am... Only 3 hours left till you can leave.

***Y/n's Pov***

-12:06 am/Foodies' Groceries-

"And your total is... 52.50"

The customer handed you 55.00, and you did your job. Taking the money and giving them their change.

"Have a good night, sir." You said tiredly.

Time skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

You were getting ready to leave as your coworker was getting ready for his shift.

Your coworker was also a fellow Arcane fan.

***Y/n's Pov***

-3:08 am/Foodies' employees only room-

"Hey, are we still up for L.O.L tomorrow night?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Totally! But anyways, talk to you later."

"Have a safe night."

"You too!" You said as you left the grocery store.

***Narrator's Pov***

You opened the door and started walking home. Your car was currently under repairs as it got hit by a tree two weeks ago. The cause was simple. You had a bad day, so you got a few drinks and got distracted. At least that deer was ok.

***Y/n's Pov***

-3:15 am/Foodies' parking lot-

God, this sucks! It's late, freezing, and dark. My car is totaled, and my license's revoked. I'm tired, and I can't even call a cab. What's worst is that college midterms are coming up soon...

"UGH... sigh..."

You stopped at a long crosswalk. Looking both ways before you cross.

I wonder if it's too late for me to go back and ask Finny-

You turned to your right to see a blinding light coming your way...

BANG!

***Narrator's Pov***

After that, you were flying across the road. Pain erupted from your body as you lay on the cold road. Blood pouring out of your body.

***Y/n's Pov***

-3:30 am/In the middle of the road-

Why is it so cold... What happened?

You saw your life flash before your eyes...

This can't be it... It can't be... season two of Arcane hasn't even came out yet...

A glowing man came out of the car that was in front of you...

"God?" You mumbled softly.

The glowing figure approached you quickly as your eyes continued to blur. The man seemed to be saying something, but you couldn't make out what he said. As your eyes slowly closed.

A/n - Honestly, I wasn't planning on posting this until I had a lot of fanfics for all the Gallagher family members in the shameless masterlist, however, that was taking longer than I planned. Also, I just wanted to post something.

Hope yall like it! I already have part 2 done I'm just not posting it until I get a good amount of fics for Shameless. So consider this a sneak peek lol. 🤭🫣

ALSO, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🥳🎉(6/6/23)

(Sorry if it was cringe... lol I made this when I was like 13 😂😅)

#arcane #vi x reader #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #fanfiction #fanfic #arcane university #arcane fanfic #modern reader #league of legends #violet x reader #violet arcane #lesbian pride

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cophene · 1 year

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𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; twenty-six.

✦.⁺ affront.

mista’s chapter || bruno’s chapter || next chapter || table of contents

pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.3k+

═ ☆. YOU’RE KIDDING. THERE’S NO freaking way.”

(Y/n), Mista and Risotto were currently in Risotto’s car on the way to the fundraiser. They had paused at a red light when Mista’s phone suddenly rang. Five minutes later, Mista was still in the middle of the heated call. On speaker, at Giorno’s behest.

“I’m absolutely serious,” Giorno said on the other end of the line. “Signor D isn't at the fundraiser yet. My father informed me of where he lives. I had Ghiaccio and Pesci check ahead, and they just told me they saw the Signor leave. The route he’s using perfectly lines up with the one you’re going to take from Sapiena. If you can deal with him now, the rest will be easy.”

Mista swore under his breath, pinching his screen to zoom in on the picture Giorno had sent over. “How does that make any sense? What do you want me to do? Shoot out of a moving car?”

“You have your Pistols, don’t you?” Giorno said pointedly. (Y/n) could hear the murmur of conversation in the background of the call; he and Trish were already at the fundraiser. “You can figure something out. (Y/n) and Risotto there with you, right?”

Risotto glared at the phone as though he didn’t want to be reeled into this half-assed plan. (Y/n) felt much the same.

“Why can’t we just wait until he’s actually at the fundraiser? We can just get him alone and beat his ass. I’m not trying to pull a stunt like you did with that tree and Sale.”

“There will be too many people here,” said Giorno tightly. “I’m telling you, your best chance to deal with him is on the road. Just incapacitate him. Pull him over, have (y/n) restrain him and Risotto start draining his iron. You can get the answers we need with your revolver pressed to his head, and knock him out when you’re done. My father will deal with things from there.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?” Mista protested. “You’ve come up with a lot of stupid shit before, but this just—”

Giorno hung up. Mista stared at his phone, affronted.

(Y/n) had never heard Giorno like this before. He was nothing short of calm and collected all of the time; now he sounded harried and a little frantic. Just what exactly had Signor Brando told him?

“We’re not actually going to do this, right?” Risotto said, turning at an intersection. His suit featured elegant white lines running across his jacket and pants in a grid pattern, accentuating his broad shoulders. He’d left his beanie behind and kept running a hand through his hair as though he were self-conscious.

“When Giorno gets like that, it means you have to do it,” muttered Mista. Apparently, he hadn’t been able to find a suitable alternative for his cap, because the thing was still sitting on his head like it was glued there.

There really weren’t any outstanding circumstances for Risotto, Mista and (y/n) to be driving to the fundraiser together. They all just happened to live in the Sapiena dorms and hadn’t felt the need to arrive two hours early the way Giorno and Trish had.

(Y/n) would’ve gone with Narancia and Fugo if the two hadn’t already been out doing other things. Actually, they would’ve had no problem going to the fundraiser themself if they hadn’t bumped into Mista in the lobby and then Risotto in the parking lot. Currently, (y/n) was in the backseat while Mista squinted at his phone from shotgun.

“How the hell did he get the Signor’s license plate?”

“Don’t you think something’s wrong here?” Risotto said. “We spent weeks trying to figure out Signor D’s identity, and now we have his license plate and photo just on hand.”

“Well, it’s probably our fault for not going to Giorno’s dad sooner,” Mista answered distractedly.

(Y/n) had seen the picture Signor Brando provided them. Signor D turned out to be an overweight man with an ugly crewcut and prominent circles under his eyes. His most notable features had to be his lack of his nose and his stretched-out grin. The reveal was … underwhelming, to say the least. As useful as it was to finally know what he looked like, (y/n) agreed with Risotto that it seemed a little too convenient. They had a hard time putting the pudgy man in the picture together with the intimidating, ruthless man they thought they’d been dealing with. Maybe his appearance was meant to throw people off.

Mista’s phone went off. He glanced at the notification before scoffing.

“He really wants us to do it,” Mista said, sounding incredulous. He looked at Risotto. “How well can you drive?”

“The car is moving, isn’t it?” Risotto deadpanned.

Mista snorted. “Yeah, noted. Giorno told us to use the right lane. Apparently the Signor is close.”

“How does he know that?” (y/n) asked.

“Ghiaccio kept following the Signor for a while. He’s handing off the chase to us now. Look for a red car with a bumper sticker on the back.”

(Y/n)’s gut screamed that this was way too easy. After all their efforts, was all it took just going to be to tail the Signor’s car?

Risotto flicked on his turn signal as said car came into view. Within a few minutes, they were only a car apart from the Signor.

“You’re not going to try shooting from here, are you?” (Y/n) said, watching Mista flip open his revolver cylinder to check the bullets.

“Too many cars,” he said. “I’ll wait until we get onto a quieter street.”

Eventually, the car between them and the Signor turned off on an exit. Being right behind his car, (y/n) strained to make out the shape of the Signor through the back windshield. Could he sense their presence? Would he use his Stand on them?

“If we’re going to do anything, we should do it now,” Risotto said in a low voice. “There’s only one turn left until we get to the fundraiser.”

One of Mista’s tiny Pistols appeared over his shoulder.

“Do you think you can make it?” Mista asked Number One. “I’ll have to bank the shot, but could you get through the glass?”

“Pfft, it’ll be a piece of cake!” the Pistol assured him cockily. “I’ve got it in the bag!”

“I’m aiming for his shoulder,” said Mista. “Hopefully, that’ll be enough to get the Signor to stop the car. As soon as he does, Risotto will do his iron-blood thing, and (y/n) will hold him down.”

“I thought you said that was a stupid plan,” (y/n) said.

“Yeah, it’s stupid, but the thing with Giorno is that his stupid plans usually get the job done. If either of you have a better plan, I’d love to hear it.”

Risotto’s red-black eyes found (y/n)’s through the rearview mirror. They both disliked the plan, but there seemed to be little else they could do without letting the Signor arrive at the fundraiser.

“Let’s just do it fast,” Risotto muttered. “I don’t need the cops coming for us.”

Mista rolled down his window. With a glance behind him, he leaned outside, raising his arms to aim his revolver. A split second later, he fired.

Number One redirected the bullet so quickly, (y/n) nearly missed it. The bullet tore through the air, piercing the Signor’s windshield. Risotto slowed the car just in time, as the Signor’s car jolted to an abrupt halt in front of them.

Mista was out of the car in a flash. He ran over to the Signor’s car, shooting the door handle and yanking it open. Inside, the airbag obscured much of the Signor’s face, but not enough that (y/n) didn’t see the blood leaking from his shoulder.

Bravo, Pistols.

Lengths of White Satin shot out, winding themselves deftly around the Signor’s body and the seat. Risotto had clambered into the car from the other side, ready to use Metallica at a moment’s notice.

Mista was back in full bull-headed mode. He pressed his purple revolver against the Signor’s forehead. When the man didn’t stir, he jerked his head at Risotto.

“Wake him up.”

Risotto blinked at him. “Why don’t you—”

“I said wake him up!”

Risotto scowled. He brought his hand down hard against the man’s temple and the Signor groaned. His beady eyes opened, fixing on (y/n) and Mista, then down at White Satin wrapping vice-like around him.

“Don’t try to fuck with us,” Mista barked. “We know exactly who you are, Signor D.”

The Signor appeared momentarily confused at the name. (Y/n) thought they’d shot the wrong person before a grin settled over the man’s face.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about. I had a feeling you’d be after me tonight.”

His smug voice grated at (y/n)’s nerves.

Mista laughed harshly. “Yeah? That’s great, because it’s going to be all over after tonight. You’re going to tell us exactly what the hell you’ve been doing, and then you’re getting nice and comfy at the police station.”

“Quit that, Mista,” Risotto said. “He could use his Stand on us at any time.”

As he said this, a humanoid flickered by the Signor’s side. A striped mask covered most of its face and its teeth were bared in a snarl. The Signor must have been too weak to manifest it fully because it flickered out of sight a minute later.

He has a pretty weak Stand, (y/n) thought, and was a little confused. That must have meant that the guy Abbacchio had tracked the other day to the restaurant wasn’t the Signor. Merely an operative. If anything, that guy seemed stronger than the Signor.

The Signor chuckled. His eyes looked unhinged, darting from (y/n) to Mista to Risotto.

“You want to know everything, huh?”

White Satin wound tighter around the Signor. Crisp lines of blood appeared where (y/n)’s Stand dug into his skin. The Signor didn’t seem phased at the sight of them. His grin only grew wider.

“The organization said they would pay me thousands of euros to find Stand users,” he said, his words drawn out in a strange, song-like way. “It was easy to agree. There were so many people on the Sapiena campus who already had Stands. I just had to hand them over, and the organization would take them away. I’m in a lot of debt, you know that? I need the money.”

“Where did they go?” Mista bit out. “To do what?”

The Signor’s eyes rolled. “Who cares? Research, they said. Research, research, research. I learned a lot by watching those users attack people. It’s the best way to study. Stands are best used for attacks, so I encouraged it. Can’t watch when they’re sitting at home. Some Stands are weak. But some Stands are very, very strong. They’re all so different. Have you noticed that?” He laughed. “If the Stand dies, so does the person. I found that out by accident, but the organization was very pleased with me.”

“Something’s wrong with him,” Risotto said, his body tense.

“What’s wrong with me?” the Signor asked. “I’m completely fine.” His head swung toward Mista. “And then when that blonde kid started making more Stand users? Oh, that was good. Very, very good. I paid Tiziano, Squalo and Zucchero and Sale to help me. The organization wants to know what’s wrong with a person that could gain a Stand. Something, something. Why can’t anyone see them?”

Was the Signor drunk? Using something? Why was he talking like this?

“I’m tempted to just shoot him right here,” Mista muttered, shifting his grip on his revolver.

The Signor’s eyes lit up. He pressed his head eagerly against the gun, almost giddy.

“Kill me then! Just kill me right here!”

“We need to knock him out,” said (y/n). “Giorno said his dad would deal with the Signor from here.” (Y/n) didn’t like being so close to this man. He was the complete opposite of what they’d been expecting. They supposed it made sense, in a perverse sort of way, that it was only someone like the man in front of them that would go out of their way to forcibly take people and harass others, all for supposed “research”.

Because … this was the Signor, wasn’t it?

The Signor let out a frenzied yell, shaking his head wildly.

“Shoot! Shoot, goddamnit!”

Mista leapt back. “Gah, Risotto, do your iron thing!”

Before Risotto could do anything, the Signor reared back, ramming his head into Risotto’s face. He swore furiously, nearly falling out of the car. With terrifying strength, the Signor wrenched himself from his seat, heedless of the lengths of White Satin cutting into his skin. He flung himself at (y/n) with a snarl.

Panicked, (y/n) threw up their arms, White Satin following with them.

There was a deafening bang.

A crack.

The sound of a body hitting the ground and a quiet gurgle of blood.

(Y/n) stared at the scene, their mind scrambling to catch up with what had just happened.

“Oh my god,” Mista whispered. His face was deathly pale. “What the—what?”

Risotto came around the front of the car. His nose was bloody—broken most likely. He crouched next to the Signor’s prone body, touching his fingers beneath the man’s jaw.

Risotto got to his feet. His face was unreadable.

“He’s dead.”

Lingering strands of White Satin slid away from the Signor’s body, dissipating into the air. Mista’s gun was clenched in his hand, his entire body trembling.

White Satin must have broken the man’s neck at the same time Mista fired.

(Y/n) felt hands around their shoulders, yanking them back, pushing them back into Risotto’s car. The engine started. They drove away.

“Call Giorno,” Risotto said to Mista.

“W-what?” Mista blinked rapidly. “Why are we—we have to go back. Maybe he isn’t—”

“He’s dead,” Risotto repeated firmly. “If you can’t talk to Giorno, dial and I’ll do it. We did what we were supposed to.”

We did what we were supposed to.

The words echoed dully in (y/n)’s head.

“But we didn’t learn anything,” they said. “He didn’t tell us anything.”

“Why did he keep telling me to shoot?” Mista asked, his voice shrill. “And then he just … leapt out.”

Risotto didn’t reply. He just kept driving, his knuckles white around the steering wheel.

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Hi! I’m glad you liked the idea! I’m the Tfp jazz anon and I’m still thinking but here’s some headcanons. 😋 oh and FYI I liked your add ins as well they actually helped me get some inspiration 😄

-it’s hard to think of some shenanigans with jazz because he’s pretty chill. It’s hard to see him purposely messing with or compromising his in disguise position however

-When Melody was still in high school, Jazz would get bored during the day and go for drives. Sometimes he’s forget where he was supposed to be parked and her parents would do double takes and doing the classic confused head scratch you’ll see on cartoons since they had the keys to “Melody’s car” before she got her drivers license

-I can also see Jazz in the car garage playing music and chilling only for the parents to walk by and hear music blaring so they open the garage door and there’s know one there just the car. Or they see movement through a window after walking by and then doing that backwards shuffle to look back into the car garage and everything being quiet and peaceful.

-Or someone (not Melody) putting a car tarp or cover on Jazz. Something Jazz hates because it’s hot and itchy so the tarp always ends up in a pile next to the car.

-the parents running late to get Melody from high school and then panicking when she’s not there. When everything’s comes down and they see she’s home safe she just says she knows they work hard and got a ride from a friend not wanting to put more pressure on them.

-Eventually introducing Jazz’s human holoform as a friend from school. Him hanging out learning to play the piano and or keyboard. Them writing songs and Jazz always showing up to her shows even the school talent shows and coffee shop gigs.

-Like I mentioned earlier I can see Melody being really shy about singing in front of anyone but close friends and family so her first on stage show she did a duet with Jazz.

-During that first show she’d get nervous or start panicking and just looking over at Jazz (in human holoform) and he’d flash her an encouraging smile with a ‘your doing great nod’ Jazz “I’m here for ya, little lady.” Or “I know your nervous but if it will help, if ya mess up badly I can fall off stage or something to take the heat off ya”

*I may have some more in between stuff later but skipping to team prime*

-Before Melody leaves for tour she practices in front of team prime but sometimes just with Jazz in his new quarters

-Jazz helping Melody study and get the college semester done before she leaves on tour

-Melody being the last human at the base after the day is done. I can see her started to doze on the couch and Jazz gently picking her up and cradling her in his arms taking her to the little make shift bed she has in a corner of his room.

-Jazz getting hurt on a mission and Melody laying on the medical berth next to Jazz. Her telling him fairy tails or stories to distract him from the discomfort. Though sometimes if he’s really feeling bad she will softly sing a song like ‘drift away’ or ‘a little too much’. Jazz always thanks her with words and sometimes with a little gift like a flower or thing of her favorite candy. It totally wasn’t out of his way to get 😶 (😂)

-This kids are still in my au 😄 but yeah I can see the kids and some of the more aware bots (Arcee, Optimus, ratchet, bumblebee) noticing the change in Jazz. How that glint in his optics is dimmed and he avoids some of his (and Melody’s) favorite songs when she’s gone on tour. (Bulkhead, ultra magnus, and maybe wheeljack? Wheeljack may notice Jazz isn’t himself but at the time wasn’t around enough to see the Melody/Jazz dynamic so he doesn’t know why Jazz isn’t himself)

-And like what you said, I totally agree that the kids would play Melody’s concerts on the tv for Jazz

-I can also see Melody sending Jazz (via agent Fowler) post cards from every city with details on her adventures, how she’s doing, and how preforming would be even better with her best friend the person responsible for her dream coming true, Jazz, there with her. And you know what the mech lives for those post cards to the point were he almost looses his cool and almost seems anxious whenever Folwer comes to base seeing if he’s got mail.

OOO! Do tell me about some more in-between stuff!!! :O

#anon asks #anon's cool ideas #ween says #[ WAHOO!! ]#[ i forgot this was here for a hot second ˆˆ ]#[ HE'D FALL OFF THE STAGE FOR HER??? FSDFKSHDHFSF ]#[ i am loving this ]#[ hey anon if melody has a design i'd be down to draw it ]

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