#once i was drunk with family and i started showing pictures of tech to my brother. he said he looks like a music teacher

[echojedis]

Tech badbatch

#i apologise to everyone who follows me on my private instagram my drunk tech thoughts are contaminating this account too #god hes so. you know. he’s so tech!!!! #scratching at the walls i love him so much #is it embarrassing for me that i get one drink in and i start getting sappy about tech? maybe #once i was drunk with family and i started showing pictures of tech to my brother. he said he looks like a music teacher

[contaminatedlamb]

Paint ペイント -[tmnt2012] Leonardo x Fem!Reader

summary: To your limited knowledge, something is going on in the midst of New York City. From the Bronx, all the way down to Brooklyn, creatures are emerging from the woodworks to ease their claws into the lives of every inhabitant. From a sous chef who dreams of refining her artistic skills, an androgynous woman with a dark past and a violent soul, to a once lively mutant teenager who's grief has morphed him into a shell of his former self. Together, with the help of their friends, family members, and wary allies— the truth will be revealed. No matter what the cost. Who knew that it would all start with a bit of paint?

notes: posting my first ever fanfiction on tumblr! I hope you enjoy, this is a passion project of mine that I have been working on since 2019. Show some love if you can, and let me know what you think of it! This book is also cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad. Currently being rewritten as we speak.

warnings: gore and blood.

(Accidentally added a poll and can’t remove it from my draft so here we are lol)

Chapter One - Nothing to see here, folks! Everything is Fine.

You woke up that morning dreading to take out the trash.

It was Friday, that dreaded day of the week. While many celebrated it as the last day before the relief of a weekend, it happened to be only miserable for you. It was the busiest day in Murakami's Japanese restaurant, with all the drunk college men stumbling into the little hole in the wall to harass the three employees, and its blind owner/head chef. They made a mess, per usual, figuring out how to break down the token driven vending machine, demolish the bathrooms, leave their tables in chaotic disarray; all while somehow leaving drunker than before... If that was even possible. You were convinced that it had to do with those 'water bottles' they carried, which you were sure were just filled to the brim with vodka. There were times, when you were busy moping up a spilt drink, dizzy from their boisterous noise and the fumes, that you hoped they choked on their 'water'.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only reason that you dreaded going to work. Every Friday was also the day where the garbage had reached unfathomable levels of toxicity and needed to be tossed into the dumpster for the workers to take it away the next morning. How was it that the small portion of the human race that came to the restaurant seemed to make the biggest, most disgusting mess possible? New York. Disgusting down to its very own garbage.

Black trash bags would pile up by the pounds against the back door, so much so that it may have become a safety concern and an entire health violation if you thought about it for too long. You were certain that some sort of mutant would sprout from the bags and squeak a pleasant hello~ towards your horrified face. And yet, that wouldn't even be the strangest thing you had seen happen during your almost two years living in Manhattan. You wished you were joking when you told the story about how you had once seen a grown man with a glorious beard dressed as a nun take on a costumed Elmo, who looked as if he discovered cocaine with those tech bros that cluttered the streets of the city. Only in Times Square at eleven at night did something like that happen— and it hadn't even been Halloween! The absurdity of it all meant that you couldn't help but begrudgingly be amused by the chaotic energy of New York City.

Now though, as you stood slouched over, your lower back pressed against the beige wall lined with awards and old pictures of simpler times, you glared with a burning ferocity at the trash bags. The trash bags which always seemed to come up with new scents and would send you to the bathroom to heave up the few crackers you had eaten for dinner. Those black plastic trash voids which oozed and dripped with weird discolored sludge that made the bags stick to the ground when you dragged them through the back door, leaving behind horrible slime trails in their path. Only once before in your life had you accomplished a feat of strength, and that was when you had jumped up from your chair to do one 'pull up' in P.E. at seven years old. You had been extremely proud of that loophole, and it was one of your most cherished memories, depressingly enough. That made this attempt of physical strength all the more difficult, in the end.

At this moment, glaring at the trash as if it had insulted your entire family, you were finally snapped out of the inner roasting that you had directed to the garbage— by being unceremoniously slapped in the face with a pair of neon latex gloves. You sighed loudly, closing your eyes to collect yourself before you, to put it in modern terms, cut a hoe. You bent over and snatched up the pair of yellow gloves with more rage than expected. Straightening, you met the grin of your friend, none other than Sukiyaki Ashika; the source of your constant suffering.

The young adult of Japanese and Pakistani descent leaned in the doorway which led to the kitchen, dark arms crossed over her flat chest, that same cheeky grin that she used against those teenage delivery boys plastered across her Asian based features. It was a weapon, paired with her psychedelic slanted red brown eyes, the sort you saw on vampire men in those terrible low budget movies. These weren't any different. They were real, and they were lovely. It felt at times that she would hypnotize you with her stare, so powerful were they. There were times where you couldn't hold her gaze, having to lose the staring contest by dropping your gaze to the ground.

"Make sure you put on them gloves, by the way." The teenager reminded you, tossing her Wolf cut bangs to the side, the back of her straight black hair cropped short. The bangs were wispy, perfect, flowing in the wind as if she were in a shampoo commercial. It was comical, and you wanted to stab it.

"Yeah— I remember what happened when you didn't wear them that one time." You snorted with a lopsided smile as you slid them both on, the latex snapping loudly against your skin as you raised your eyebrows. "How's your hands by the way?" You questioned, a grin growing across your face.

Yaki made a noise of annoyance as she looked over at the hallway between the kitchen and the main restaurant area, sniffing in distaste. "Its not my fault that the stuff in there stained my hands yellow." She grumbled, looking down at her hands with their splotches of light neon yellow blemished along her pecan brown palms.

"It's literally toxic." You noted, as you wrapped your hands around the tied knots of the black garbage bags, inhaling deeply as you attempted to lift them up. All that was obtained from that movement was a sore back and almost dislocating your wrists. You let out a groan through your clenched teeth, your shoulders shakily sagging.

Sukiyaki guffawed loudly, a grin growing on her lips as she curled a finger around a strand of her coarse hair to play with it. "Awe, babaaa." Cooed the woman, tilting her head to press against the doorway.

"Don't 'awe baba' me." You huffed back like the annoyed teenager you were, glaring at the bags filled with garbage that resembled you, kicking at the receptacle. "You're enjoying this." You huffed, dropping the bags, placing your gloved hands on your hips as you shot the bags another dirty look.

Yaki gave a half shrug coupled with her signature smile as she continued to watch in amusement at the train wreck starting before her. "Put 'cha back into it!" She called as you began to slowly roll each large trash bag across the linoleum floor and through the backdoor. You managed to shoot her a scowl over your shoulder as you began your process of piling all the bags outside the door. Finishing up, you pulled back one of the bags holding the backdoor open, allowing the heavy wooden door to fall shut against its doorway.

You listened for a moment as Yaki faintly sang All Star to herself through the closed door, as you began the long process of figuring out how exactly you were going to drag each humongous bag into the six feet tall dumpster bin. Your arms already shook with the effort, your tendons stretched out against your skin, as you tried your best not to fall over. You would've loved Sukiyaki to help you, or take over even, but you knew it was your turn. If you ended up asking, you knew what would follow. The teasing, the pokes in your sides, ruffling up your hair before she would finally submit and get the job done. Effortlessly tossing in the bags as if she were playing basketball, not a bead of sweat to be found, her hair perfect as always. It was annoying how perfect she was, and this time, you decided that you would put the garbage in its place without submitting yourself to the mortifying experience of asking Suki to help. At least you could try to hold onto a silver of dignity left in your body.

After loud fits of swearing, prayers to God, squealing as the bulging bag teetered back from the edge of the metal container and almost crushed you (if you hadn't ran off before it crashed to the floor) and, embarrassingly enough, a bit of frustrated tears being shed, you managed to shove a bag into the dumpster. Placing each on the edge and shoving them all inside with a loud grunt, you found yourself finding a rhythm. It did little to cheer you up as you felt the muscles in your arms beginning to complain. You were definitely going to blackmail Yaki into buying you some ice cream after your shift was finished— after all, it was the most your roommate could do to soften your pain.

"This is supposed to be your job." You grumbled to no one in particular, feeling the bead of sweat tickle the side of your temple as it slid. You dragged the last trash bag towards the dumpster bin, loudly (and explicitly) directing your frustration towards an imaginary Yaki. Fuming, cursing, you planned in your head, allowing your mouth to run wild. You could mess up her perfectly styled hair (though she would attack your hair then too, and it looked bad enough as it did after a long hot day of work), you could hide her earbuds in her locker (but then she would talk your ear off in the subway home), or, you could smack her with your broom. The broom smacking seemed the easiest, the most surprising, and frankly, the funnie—

Something squeaked back in response.

Your head swiveled around, your fingers gripping the trash bag as it teetered on the edge of the dumpster (dangerously so, as you dug your heels into the ground), your eyes wide, shoulders aching and nostrils flaring. The rats in New York City were as large as an alley cat, and you were not prepared to catch the bubonic plague from one of those buggers. You were pretty sure you had been vaccinated against rabies as a child, but a quick trip to the hospital to confirm that was not something you looked forward to. Either way, the thought of a rat sinking its dagger like teeth into your ankle did not sound fun.

Your eyes scanned the dark narrow alleyway, listening closely to hundreds of flashing cars zooming by on nearby streets, their horns blaring in the distance. Your pupils dilated and adjusted to the shadows cast by the towering buildings surrounding the alleyway, making sense of the shapes along the walls. Garbage bins, loose trash, scattered needles, rotting garbage bags from the business in the next building, cardboard boxes. Nothing. Nothing suspicious at all. Your knuckles turned a shade paler as you held onto the trash bag for dear life, turning towards the giant receptacle, finally releasing as it hit against the bottom of the bin with a loud thud.

Another squeak echoed in the alley as you brought your hands abruptly to your chest, ("protecting your innocent little heart now, baba?" You heard sukiyaki's voice tease you in your mind), your eyes falling towards a pile of trash bags against the opposite wall. Your heart thudded angrily against your chest. It felt as if it wanted to crawl up your throat and escape, running. You wanted to run, but your feet were glued to the asphalt. You cautiously reached for the rickety broom that was propped against the wall, right next to the garbage bin. Isidore must've been here recently, brushing the loose vegetables out into the street to be run over or stolen by the rats. Your fingers curled around the cool blue plastic, your sweaty palms squelching against the material. You were ready to slap any demon rat that came anywhere near you.

You gripped the plastic broom tightly with both hands, watching closely as one of the trash bags began to vibrate. Yes, vibrate; as if it were a ringing phone laid against a glass tabletop. You gulped, shuddering violently, as you began to take delicate steps toward towards the bag.

I'd rather it be a mutant than a freaking rat,— you hoped in your mind. At least mutants didn't try to bite... Right?

A gasp ripped from your mouth as a circular white face popped out with a rat-like squeak from a chewed up hole through the material of the plastic trash bag. There was the sound that you had been hearing all along. It belonged to a 2-D face with two white skinny stick arms stabbing into the bag as it wiggled out its beanpole of a body from the hole inside the trash bag. A drawn stick figure, about the size of your hand. It looked like it had been cut out of paper by a child, the edges showing pencil marks where the shape had been carefully drawn. It leapt out of the bag to perch itself onto the black bulging trash bag, sticking its face forward. Staring. Staring at you.

You didn't realize your mouth was hanging open until a fly smacked against your upper lip and ricocheted away. You spluttered, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth as you took a step backwards. Big mistake. The abrupt noise and sudden movement startled the stick figure. It arched its back, on all four nubby sticks (like a cat, you thought numbly in amusement), hissing at you even though it had no visible mouth. The noise that it emitted was enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight.

You stared at it. This was... unreal. A stick figure, (or a cut out figure?) coming to life, hissing at you like an angry pigeon. Did pigeons even hiss? You couldn't recall, you were just frozen. In utter shock.

...Were you high? Okay, yeah, sure, it was probably those delivery boys, their fault at is, smoking weed freely whenever they dropped off their shipments of vegetables, frozen fish and meat, including the occasional ice cream. At least you hoped; it would certainly make more sense than the stickie in front of you. Obviously, you had inhaled some second-hand-devils-lettuce smoke and now you were high as a kite, imagining a two year old's drawing cut out of a stick figure aggressively arching its back in and out at you as if it were performing some sort of mating dance.

The stick figure hissed once more and you finally noticed a hole appearing on his face, (because of course you assumed it was a male), and tiny paper like sharpened teeth baring at you.

Yeah, no.

You swiftly swung the head of the broom, bristles and all, at the sentient stick figure, slapping the surprisingly light thing in the torso and sending it flying. A loud squeal escaped its empty mouth as it sailed across the alley wall (you stared, mesmerized, wondering how paper could hold such weight), and tumbled onto the sidewalk. It scrambled to its feet, sickly yellow light from the street lamps throwing shadows against its flat white skin. It stared. And stared. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it hissed once more at you and scurried off. The sound of its flat feet scratching lightly against the ground quickly faded away.

You stood there, sucking and exhaling rapid breaths. You stared at the place where, just moments before, a living drawing had stood.

After a few minutes, you had successfully convinced yourself that none of it had been real, or had even occurred. It was the toxic fumes from the garbage bags, mingling with remnants of the evil weed as your mother called it. It had come together to corrupt your brain and had made you hallucinate for a few minutes— that was all. It was something psychological that you were sure could be explained through a quick google search. You really had to make sure you wore a gas mask next time you took out the trash. That was a joke, but it barely amused you. Maybe it would make Sukiyaki laugh, if she didn't start cackling at your story of weed, poisonous fumes, and stick figures coming out to attack you.

You spent a few spare moments gingerly poking the hole riddled trash bag with the end of your broom, (letting out a gasp when something inside it fell over, causing you to jump), before shaking off that nagging feeling scratching the back of your mind. Everything was a-okay, perfect, absolutely fine... everything was fine.

You cleared your throat, turning swiftly on the soles of your stained beat up, formerly white sneakers, twirling the broom lazily in your free hand. Around and around, you twirled, as if you were trying to mimic the actions of a Jedi. Your heart had calmed down from the mini heart attack it just had, as you wiped your free shaking sweaty palm on your stained light blue jeans. You walked back towards the backdoor, a trembling hum resonating in your throat, dragging your shoes against the dirty concrete floor of the alleyway. Everything was just fine.

You felt the ground tremble before you heard it. The sound of feet hitting the ground behind you, slapping against the ground clumsily, a small grunt following it. Softly, albeit messily, but gently enough that you wouldn't had even noticed. If it hadn't been for the hand that grabbed your shoulder.

A shrill shriek escaped your lips as you swung around the broom (really, this had become second nature after what you had just gone through) spinning around to beat the person who had grabbed you. Grabbed you! This was New York City after all, it was late, and hadn't there been reports of mutants, gangs, and weird looking alien robots in this area as well? You were not the type of person to willingly go if you were kidnapped or, god forbid, harassed. If it came to it, the good Lord had given you two dirty hands for wielding whatever was available. Which happened to be a cheap, held-together-by-prayers-and-duct-tape-broom. Put together, you were the shining representative of all pathetic, weak, easily scared girls worldwide.

Unfortunately, before your weapon of choice could loudly thwack against the face of your adversary, the broom was gripped tightly in a shaking bandaged three fingered hand.

You were face to face with a creature.

You were both breathing heavily in sync. This thing, this animal, was injured and heaving in rhythm with you. How rude!

In the dim yellow light emitted from the streets that dragged into the alleyway, he was red— no, he was green, covered in red. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to hide the fact that you were beginning to hyperventilate at the pure shock of this mes— wait; was that a panic attack you felt coming on? You hadn't had one in weeks!

He was taller than you, that much you could tell as you stared into his eyes. You were caught in his piercing gaze, your eyes only being able to flicker around before being dragged back into this stare. He appeared to be brawny in his physique, though you on the contrary seemed as breakable as a twig. A huge gash ran across his green face as you, for the first time, noticed a blue mask around his neck that was soaked with... blood. Torn up bandages swayed limply from his elbows, shoulders and hands, with a few knee pads barely holding on. His left shoulder leaked blood through a large open gash that didn't seem to relent with its flow. His right eye was reddened and beginning to swell shut, the other a piercing blue that seemed wrong belonging to a thing like him. Your eyes trailed to his back, oh hello there shell, where large multi colored gashes peeked at her, contrasting against the brown. The streaks seemed as if they were made out of… paint.

Your attention was pulled away as remembered the broom you were gripping with both of your hands, his three fingered hand holding the other side, his own grip in between your hands. You let go, stumbling backwards, your arms outstretched into a t-pose as you stared wide eyed in silence. Whattt was happening? What was this? Why was this? Why? Why?!

A noise that sounded like a pigeon choking on a piece of hot dog meat escaped your parted lips as you pointed at his face. The thing. The turtle. The mutant. With eyes you had only seen before in cliché anime gif's that you would usually spam to your former nanny to confuse her.

He stood there, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable, mimicking the exact expressions that you were experiencing too. He clutched the broom in one hand, his arm falling limply to the side. His grip on the pole was tight, so tight that his knuckles turned white. His hand began to shake. His grip loosened. The broom clattered to the ground. The shaking in his hands didn't stop there. It only spread, up his arms, down to his knees; his entire body seemed to be having a shaking fit. You realized, late as it was, that it was probably the buckets of blood covering him, (hey-o! blood loss!).

You took a small step forward.

"Um..." You cleared your throat, embarrassingly loud as it echoed throughout the alley, trying to draw his attention. He was staring straight ahead, his gaze empty and in some far off place other then the present. "My, my guy." You said, unsure of yourself as you scrunched up your nose at the stupid words spilling out of your mouth. You held out one hand tentatively, eyebrows knitted in concern as you licked your very dry, very salty lips. "Are you... good?"

The mutant hesitantly shrugged, his one working eye squinting and shining in the sickly yellow light. "No." His hoarse voice squeezed out, barely a whisper as it echoed along the dense towering concrete walls of the alleyway. With that one word, he collapsed in on himself, like a soda can being crushed between two hands.

You stared at the pile of blue, green, brown, beige, yellow, purple, and red before you and inhaled deeply. You gazed upon your familiar surroundings, calm as ever, and clasped your gloved hands together. "God..." You declared quite loudly, as if you were confessing to the Lord himself. "I'm high." And with those cheerful words, still trying to convince yourself that this was all a hallucination you turned on the heels of your white sneakers, opened the door, and walked inside. Humming a loud tune, the door shut closed behind you, ringing throughout the alley, out into the empty street.

A squeak rang out from a familiar hole riddled trash bag.

Everything was fine.

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[youngcheesecaketale]

Omega’s First 4th of July

Today was a special day for Omega. Today was going to be Omega’s first time watching the Fireworks. She is 3 yrs old now. Hunter and the others tried to show her Fireworks but she would fall asleep before they EVEN started. This year they….well Tech MADE sure that she would see her first Firework show. Tech planned the WHOLE THING OUT so Omega would have a WONDERFUL and a MEMORABLE 4th of July with her family. Even her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins were coming.

Tech made sure that everyone had a KEY ROLE to make this day SPECIAL. This is what Tech gave everyone.

Hunter: Get Omega dressed into her cute Red, White, and Blue Outfit. (I found this picture on the internet)

Echo: Clean the Picnic Table and set the paper plates and plastic utensils. 

Wrecker: MAKE SURE TO NOT BLOW THINGS UP. WE DON’T WANT THE FIRE DEPARTMENT COME AGAIN LIKE LAST TIME. 

Crosshair: Picking out Fireworks and Lighting them. He was also in charge of cooking the Hamburgers and Hot Dots on the grill.

Tech was in charge of making sure the food WASN’T EATING by Wrecker and laid the food on the table. Tech had invited other Family Members and asked them to bring something too.

Cody & Obi Wan: Potato Salad

Rex & Ahsoka with their kids Jasmine & Jasper: Drinks (Beer & Soda for the Kids)

Anakin & Padmé with Luke & Leia: Chips

99 & Shaak: Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies

Cut & Suu with Jek & Shaeeah: Green Jello

Once all the rest of their family members came, they all started eating and enjoying the food. Crosshair was a GREAT COOK. Especially whenever he cooked food on the BBQ grill. Hunter made sure that Omega was in a DIFFERENT outfit so she wouldn’t get food on it.

Omega was SO HAPPY to see her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins, that she went to each one of them saying “FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS!” instead of saying hi to them.

“Are you excited to see the Fireworks, little one?” Obi Wan asked her. Omega jumped up and down saying “YES!!

“You’re not going to fall asleep like last time are you?” Cody jokingly said with a chuckle.

“NOPE.” Omega said as she shakes her head. Then Omega said this. “I’m not going to fall asleep. Wrecker and I made a promise.”

“Oh. What did you guys promise?” Rex asked when he overheard HOW EXCITED Omega was. Hunter joined too.

“Uncle Wrecker said that if I stay awake when we do the FIREWORKS, he will secretly pull me to the side so I CAN LIGHT a FIREWORK. He also told me that he would give me PIXIE STICKS to help me stay away. Uncle Wrecker told me to not tell anyone but Uncle Echo told me to NEVER LIE if someone tells you something.” Omega said in her cute toddler voice. She is still learning what a secret and a lie is.

Once Hunter heard that, he went over to Wrecker and had a LONG, VERY LONG talk about what Omega told them. Wrecker said that he was the same age when he FIRST lit a FIREWORK. 

99 overheard this and yelled back, “The only way you were able to light a FIREWORK because your DRUNK Uncle Alpha took you to a church parking lot gave you a lighter. You guys lit a FIRECRACKER ROCKET which hit the roof of the church! I don’t know how my Brother was able to sneak you out….” Before he could finish, Shaak smacked 99’s head. “The reason you didn’t know was because you were drunk!” Shaak yelled at him. 

As Tech saw this WHOLE DRAMA going on, he saw Omega getting emotional. He didn’t want her to have a FIRST 4TH OF JULY ruined. He quickly stopped the fight by yelling at them to stop as he motioned his head towards Omega. Everyone who was arguing stopped to see that Omega was crying. Hunter IMMEDIATELY picked up Omega and told her that they aren’t mad at her as he rubbed her back. Started to come down. Hunter told her that she was TOO young to like BIG FIREWORKS but that she would be able to help light a different kind of FIREWORK. She would light the others SPARKLERS after someone lights her SPAKLER. She would use her SPARKLER to light the other kids SPARKLERS. Omega was happy that she was able to “LIGHT” her first FIREWORK. She stopped crying and asked if they could do it now. They told her that they will do it when it gets a little bit more dark.

As soon as it got dark enough to light a few FIREWORKS, everyone laid out blankets and chairs on the front lawn to watch the FIREWORKS.  Hunter helped Omega get into her cute outfit. It was a little struggle getting it on her because she wouldn’t stop moving. He finally got her in it as she ran outside to sit on the lawn with her cousins.

Crosshair gave Omega a lit SPARKLER and told her to light everyone else’s SPARKLER. As was doing that, Hunter noticed that Omega’s SPARKLER was almost out. She wouldn’t get a chance to draw/write. He decided to tell Omega that she was done lighting everyone’s SPARKLER and traded her a new lit one. Omega had a BLAST drawing and writing letters. She was trying to write “Uncle Wrecker” but spelled it like this “Unkle Wraker”. She is still learning her ABC.

After the SPARKLERS were done, it was now for the REAL SHOW. Crosshair light one after another. Omega was fascinated with the colors and sounds. Hunter was afraid that she would get scared with the loud noises but she didn’t. This was a 4th of July that they will NEVER FORGET and Omega’s first FIREWORK show. She stayed awake through the WHOLE thing. Wrecker might have given Omega 2 PIXIE STICKS when no one was looking. But overall, it was a great 4th of July.

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[theabysswatchers333]

The Walten Files Theories:

I rewatched the series and I have some new theories and my guess on the timeline. If anyone saw my previous theories about Jack being in Boozoo. I take that back. I struggle to see faces and I got Charles and Jack confused. Anyway with theories from my brother I think I understand the Walten files a lot better now. But of course these are just theories or guesses to the story. I went all out and spoke on all my theories because I think that's what your supposed to do. Since the story of bons burgers isn't told in a traditional sense. My brother also helped me generate ideas so I want to give him some credit too, enjoy!

Firstly I want to cover two big mysterious. Jack and Charles. Their fates are really left to mystery. But I think we get enough clues that the peices can be put together.

Charles is the most unknown important figure in the entire series. We know what he looks like and who he was stuffed into but otherwise we don't get much else. I have a few theories on him. With the casting of Boozoos ghost and the fact that everyone Felix killed was an employee, I think Charles was an important or high ranking employee under the founders. My guess would be that either he made the animatronics, he was the person who handled the buisness side of things, or he was the highest ranking and most loyal Tech support. I think he may have been close to the founders. So close they set up opening day to be on Lily's birthday (I assume Lily was close to Charles, a daughter or a neice) I picked up on this when Linda called Lily by name in her letter. If it was someone she didn't know she would've said "opening day" or just "a birthday party" she had probably met Charles and Lily at least once to know this info. And at this time the company wasn't off the ground yet. So with that established I think Charles was killed for one of two reasons (or a mix of both) A. Jack set it up so that if something happened to him Charles got his part of the company and become a founder or B. Charles was the one who told the authorities about what happened at Bons burgers. If you remember in Rosemary's section there is a shadow that follows behind then slowly and walks in as shes stuffed. That couldve been charles. He may have picked up that Felix acted strange around his female employees (I always thought it was odd aside from Jack and Brian the majority of the deaths were woman) plus the "nows shes beautiful bit" which may have gotten Charles to keep on eye on the other employees and watch over them. But that eventually got him killed. Both theories are things Felix wouldn't have wanted to happen. When Jack is dead he acts as if he barely existed and even capitalizes off his disappearance. I think Felix while caring for the Waltens also had a big ego. Thinking he was above everyone and obsessive about his image. Which probably lead to all the deaths but especially Charles.

That leads me into my next theory. No one is in Bon. Bon is the face of the company. I think Felix's ego is to big for him to ruin the animatromic that is the company's brand. I think all the murders that happened when Bons burgers was open were entirely Felix. Even though we're seeing the bon animatronic. If you notice in Rosemary's part, bon had human hands. Separate from the suit

See? The suit is covering someone human. At this point Felix couldve been wearing the suit. But later it was probably impossible for Ashley and Brian to be killed by Felix. Which Leads me to my next part.

We can tell by Ed and Molly possessing their rabbit that the bodies don't have to be inside the animatronic for them to be possesed. While Felix obviously didn't die he still could've possesed Bon in some way. Like a poltergeist situation, where his guilt was so extreme. Plus his heightened emotions when he killed wearing the bon suit. It left Bon possesed by his energy. I think this makes sense as Bon is clearly hunting for Sophie. However he doesn't know what she looks like and is just randomly attacking employees that have the same uniform. So it doesn't make sense that Jack or Felix are actually in the suit.

I actually think that after Bons shut down the bodies were removed from the animatronics. All the animatronics have the same large holes in their chests. Which don't look like regular wear and tear. This is probably also why they could be reopened and reused as the biohazard was removed before they were stored.

Billy is dirty but doesn't have any holes, as he wasn't stuffed with a body until after he was put into the storage facility. Bon probably had blood on him from Felix and had to be cracked open, Sha was also opened. If your curious as to why Police didn't just take off the top layer and expose the exoskeleton. The inside of the animatronics probably had evidence that they took in. Like hair, blood, nails, or if you think some were stuffed alive (like Susan), scratch marks.

Now after those linked thearies let's go back to Jack. A lot of people wonder why Show bear wasn't apart of the show stoppers. But with the estimated timeline were shown. Jack was probably murdered first after Ed and Molly died. I theorize that A. Jack is in showbear and B. Showbear was in the showstoppers but Felix became paranoid or because it was his first kill while drunk he wasn't able to hide the body properly so he dumped the whole animatronic in a well. Probably just off the Bons burgers property.

With all those theories laid out im gonna give my estimated and theorized timeline

Jack and Felix co-founder a restaurant and name it Bons Burgers. They start to hire employees before it opens and set up the opening date to be on Lily's birthday. Which is Charles Neice or Daughter. Charles was close to the Waltens and Krankens and probably did behind the scenes work on the buisness or was a loyal friend they hired as an employee. Before opening day Felix is asked to take Ed and Molly to a school dance and drop them off at home. He takes them to the dance and drinks while he's there. He then starts to drive them home. Combined with his drunk driving and the loose laws on seatbelts in the 70s; Ed and Molly are killed in a car crash. Where Felix survives. Felix buries Ed and Molly, who go on to posses their stuffed rabbit even though their still buried. Jack kept calling Felix more and more panicked. Felix probably lied and said he took them to bons burgers and lost track of time. That he felt dizzy and needed Jack to come pick them all up. When Jack got there Felix probably attacked him and thought he killed him and roughly stuffed him in showbear. But because of his drunken state he couldn't quite do it right. So instead he dragged showbear to a nearby well and threw the animatronic inside. Jack was probably alive still. In his later messages he begs for help, stating that he can't breath. Rosemary or Felix reports all three of them missing. Opening day comes around, it seems it went smoothly but for some reason Susan is killed and stuffed inside Banny. Probably alive, per the "the rabbit is starving" section. Bons burgers continues operating until Felix tricks Rosemary into the back rooms. Wearing the Bon suit. He dismembers her alive and stuffs her in Sha. Charles walks in or he's already gone to the police so he's also killed and stuffed in Boozoo. Along with presumably Susan screaming at night still alive and begging for help. Bons burgers is closed for good. Felix still wants to kill Sophie to ensure that he is never caught but he never manages to do so. The animatronics are inspected and all bodies are removed. Everything is moved to the storage facility as the case is investigated. The case probably went cold, or at least the bodies weren't buried yet as Felix was never found out. With all of them having unfinished buinsess they still continue to haunt Bons burgers. Most of the showstoppers don't seem to reanimate. Instead finding their way into employee tapes, cartons, and the arcade games like bunny farm. Bon possesed by Felix's negative energy from his murders, attempts to hunt down Sophie. Eventually after the case is either dropped or goes cold. Attempts are made to reopen Bons burgers as the characters are still successful. The relocate project start up and the three employees are sent to try and fix the animatronics. Ashley goes into the backroom and is killed by Bon and stuffed in Billy. This shuts down the relocate project for a while. Brian is hired to try and fix the animatronics again. But is stopped by Bon and is hunted down and mauled left to die. Until eventually it appears the project is successful as Sophie and Jenny seem to be new employees handling the machines in a different setting. While playing Bunnyfarm Sophie starts to, and eventually remembers her family.

Stepping back from the lore and story in their universe. I feel like there is another angle you could see the story in. I also think the Walten Files could be being told from Sophie's perspective, possibly in thearpy. These seemingly meaningless tapes suddenly Jolt memories and flashbacks. Which would also explain the random music, dates, distorted pictures, and disjointed conversations. Honestly some parts in the Walten Files remind me of my own memories and flashbacks as a person with memory problems like Sophie. However there isn't much evidence for that. But it is still possible. From that Angle the sequence of events still play out the same but instead of the tapes being haunted its Sophie's having flashbacks as she remembers bits and peices.

That's all I have! Sorry it ended up being such a long post, I hope it makes sense. Have a good day, thank you for reading!

#the walten files #twf #the walten files boozoo #twf boozoo #Jack Walten #felix kranken #Sophie Walten #bons burgers #the walten files banny #the walten files sha #rosemary walten #tw blood

[stellarcat52]

Timeless blue Chapter six

Set my soul on fire, this ended up longer than planned. Also, it’s my first entirely original chapter for this?? Everything else had elements from canon?? But this doesn’t?? So sorry if it’s garbage?? Anyway, there was a totally different planned path here but like hell I can write kiss scenes so... sorry. (Trust me, it’s better this way.)

Returning to Camelot with Excalibur fixed, a shadow mage now in training, a false knight wielding a sea monster tooth, and a once-blue Akiridion Royal turned dark gray, was not the highlight of the forty-eight hours after the quest.

It was around midnight, everyone had gone off to do their own thing whether it be sleep, get drunk, or talk with the past self of one of your friends, or so Douxie thought. His memory wasn’t changing though, not majorly. He remembered seeing their small party come back, hearing the cheers from Arthur’s closest knights, the ruckus caused by Steve’s drunken songs, but not Krel. No talks after sundown, just the jealousy of being left behind.

And... as it happened to both of them, the knocking on the door of Hisirdoux Casperan. Hisirdoux, unaware that Krel would not be the one holding a conversation with him tonight, and Douxie, aware of the possible regret he would feel after his past self opened the door.

“Oh.” Hisirdoux was beyond freaking out over seeing himself, so he gestured for Douxie to enter.

Hisirdoux knew he shouldn’t ask for spoilers in their life, he’s had enough just by meeting the people he would eventually call friends, but he was tempted.

“You should go talk to him, find him...” Hisirdoux blinked. “Krel, the blue one. The one you’ve been trying to flirt with.”

“Our boyfriend? Why don’t you?”

Douxie goes through a series of expressions, surprise, augh, err, and finally settling on speaking. “He’s not our boyfriend, not in the future I know. I only really spoke with him after the whole time travel mix up. Before that, I barely knew him as a person, and I’m not really sure he would have been able to remember my name.”

“So, my flirting...”

“Helped me realize he’s exactly my-our... type. Which is why I think you should be the one to talk with him. I didn’t want to bring up what happened on the way back here from the lake. But he isn’t okay.” Douxie leaned against the door, “he needs someone.”

Hisirdoux couldn’t understand what was happening. But honestly, he didn’t want to see it continue. “Then go. We’re the same person, but you have a chance of staying by his side longer. And if he’s not our boyfriend now, there’s still a chance after you get back to your present for that to change. I don’t think a relationship between two people hundreds of years apart will work as well as we want it to.”

Douxie wanted to argue, but as he opened his mouth to say no, he remembered the vivid counter arguments going through his head that moment. “Okay! Fine.” He raises his hands in surrender. “But you’re gonna have to go through this too one day.”

“Yeah yeah, now go make sure I’m not single for my entire life.”

Hisirdoux shared a somewhat sad smile with his future self, kinda wishing he didn’t have to wait nine hundred years to be with the prince. He was left alone until Archie flew in through the window, landing on his shoulder and earning scratches under his chin.

———

Douxie found the gray prince in a garden hidden away near the castle, Krel’s alchemic books and outfit nowhere in sight. The wizard’s heart wrenches as he notices what’s in Krel’s hand.

A phone.

Krel’s phone, with pictures of friends and family and experimental music, with memories. He was using the device needed to change to his human form to charge his phone.

Douxie felt bad for interrupting, despite the lack of a second party. He stood by the stone wall for a minute, until he noticed that Krel was looking at him.

The light of the phone had faded, Douxie must have shown up in the reflection because as he was taking a moment to glance at the stars and moon, Krel had turned to face him.

Krel stayed silent as Douxie asked to join him on the surprisingly soft grass. He realized why when Krel’s broken voice barely overwhelmed the night’s crickets. “What happened to me..?” The phone clicks on to show it’s background, Krel and Aja in their Akiridion forms, Steve was being kissed on the cheek by Aja and Eli was trying to keep his full face in view. Probably one of the last pictures they took together before Aja and Eli went to Akiridion-5, and yet it seemed so happy and full of energy and light.

“We’ll get home, I promise, Krel.” Douxie shifted a little, finding it more comfortable to sit cross-legged rather than with his knees to his chest like Krel was doing.

“And this whole disaster? The world’s ending, and I’m not even sure my family would recognize me.” Krel’s sets of arms were wrapped around himself, he was looking at the gray skin that once glowed blue like his sister’s, and his parent’s, and everyone else he had grown up with and who he shared a planet with for his entire life.

“Hey.” Douxie watched tears bubble up in the corners of Krel’s eyes before he hid his face away in his knees. “Anyone would need to be blind to think you’re anyone but the amazing Prince Krel Tarron, master tech genius and Guardian of Arcadia. We’ll work through this. We’ll save the world and I promise you, if you want it, I’ll help you find a way back to your normal blue color. Okay?”

Douxie awkwardly moves to high Krel, but decides against it as Krel peeks over at him. “I was scared. Claire was scared of corrupting herself, but in that void...” Krel hugs himself tighter. “When this happened to me... I was scared. I saw you guys fighting, and I couldn’t think logically and I couldn’t focus on anything but you.”

“Me?” Douxie’s eyes were wide, and he would be surprised later as the Akiridion didn’t notice the small blush growing between his ears. “Like the group in general or me specifically?”

“The group.” Douxie’s blush grew out of pure embarrassment. “But when you said my name, I stopped being scared and I just wanted to say ‘I’m here’.” Krel’s head leaves his lap entirely, meeting Douxie eye to eye, and freezing for a second. “And then I was, and..” Krel’s voice was breaking again.

“And it was scary again?”

“No...” Krel cracks a small smile, “Thank you. I didn’t say it earlier, but you brought me back.”

“I’m not the one who did anything there. You just appeared in a blob of black bubbles, like they appeared and faded away as well, you.”

“Was it magic?” Krel‘s mismatched eyes flickered from Douxie’s face to the grass between them.

Douxie nodded without a second thought. “Shadow magic.”

“I think I knew that already.” Krel’s eyes settled on the grass for a minute before Douxie starts speaking again.

“Magic is terrifying, I was lucky to get my hands on this cuff, I have heard of wizards who were caught and killed just because they couldn’t restrict their magic before they gained control of it. Even restrained, it takes years to master. One wrong spell and you blow up something important or create an infinite hallway instead of levitating something.” That earned a small laugh from Krel. “The point is, if you have magic, the only way to stop fearing it is to learn how to control it. Who knows? Maybe creating a portal will zap the magic out of you and everything will go back to normal.” Now Krel was fully smiling again.

Douxie stands up to leave, about to say goodnight when Krel reaches out and pulls him in for a hug. He hugs back, and lets go once the Akiridion seems done. “Thank you.” Krel whispers in Douxie’s ear before taking a half step backwards. A pale glue glow was shining through the gray, straight from the royal’s core.

“Do you want to try using magic? I’ll be right here if anything goes wrong.” Douxie suggested, lighting up his cuff with a quick tap.

Krel thought back to when Claire used magic for the first time, and without answering Douxie a swirling orb of black and teal energy envelops him.

Douxie doesn’t think, he jumps into the orb and meets the uncontrolled shadows beyond it. Meteors fly past him and Krel’s gray body is hardly visible right in front of him. Their hands meet, Douxie pulling them away from Krel’s chest.

“Breathe. Can you create another portal to get us home?” Krel shook his head, trying to pull his hands back to his chest. “You’ve broken the laws of physics before, remember? You’re strong and smart and you are in control of this.”

Krel’s eyes look up to see Douxie’s again. His mouth opens, moves, but no sound travels through the space between them.

Douxie tries to read his lips, only half catching the sentence. “You.” Being the last word, and the only one he was sure of. His eyed unfocus, and he blinks his eyes open. The swirling sphere stands before him, solid as rock, the dull pain on his forehead tells what happened. Could Krel hear him in there?

“Krel!”

The orb shatters and Douxie finds Krel standing in front of him. The teal color had returned to his form, a single gray vein like line the only remaining oddity.

Krel blinked, he had heard Douxie call out again, and focused on that, well, the memory. Of leaving the void the first time in the cave of the lady of the lake.

“Is it gone?”

Krel focusing for a second, a miniature swirling portal appearing in his left hand. “No.”

Douxie grins as soon as he realizes that Krel is smiling. “You’re gonna be alright now.”

Krel nods, looking at his arms with that grin Douxie only remembered from when Krel thought he had cracked magic for the first time. That thrill of experimentation gone right.

His past self might be upset later, but Douxie chose to stand up and motion towards the castle. “I’m going to sleep, I think you should too.”

Krel’s smile dropped, but he got up too and started heading inside, much slower than Douxie knew he was capable of.

“Krel?” Douxie stayed next to him, wondering what was wrong all of a sudden.

“I was hoping... we could still talk?” Krel requested, causing a smile from both of them.

Douxie glanced at Krel’s hands, which were fidgeting, and gently grabbed one. “We’ll have a sleepover, okay?”

Krel nodded and they walked into the castle, hand in hand, with no one around to disturb the pure happiness both of them felt.

The spoke until Krel started to fall asleep, and Douxie didn’t bother trying to stay awake past that. Krel had made mini portals, and even another solid sphere, Douxie suggested referring to them as traps. He hadn’t seen this kind of magic usage before, and he was more nervous than excited to see its extent, Krel seemed very conflicted in that area.

The sun rose, and both of them were asleep, unaware of the future, and unconsciously holding onto each other through a needed, restful, sleep.

#timeless blue fic #krel x douxie #douxie x krel #drel #krexie #toa wizards #tales of arcadia wizards #set my soul on fire is fun to say when I’m stressed and tired

[madiiko12]

new york’s very own madison ‘madi’ ko was spotted on broadway street in chanel sneakers . your resemblance to kim chungha is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-first birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being obsessive , but also ambitious . i guess being a virgo explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be glittery eyes, dangling earrings, & chanel draped in pearls.  ( cisfemale & she/her) + ( kale, 20 , she/her , est. )

hi honeybuns !! im back and with child. there is a brief mention of an ed under the cut but i block it off with a tw start & end.    if you’d like to plot pls leave a like and i can dm you or hit you up on discord !! my discord is kale#3079  

BACKSTORY

haneul madison ko was born september 18, 1999 to two immigrant parents from S.K. her birth name is haneul, but she went by the name madison since it was easier to pronounce + madi began to almost detest her culture??

it was just that growing up she would sometimes get bullied for looking different at her school, for the way her packed lunches smelled/looked, the way people would stare if she spoke korean to her parents, how other kids would make fun of her english since she didn’t pick up on vocab/grammar as quickly since she didn’t practice at home with her parents. she just became SO insecure about it that she rejected her culture. she wouldn’t bring her mom’s food to school, if her mom ever forced her to take it she’d throw it away  and choose to starve instead. she wouldn’t speak korean back to her parents in public, barely even in private (which reeaaallly upset her parents). this also REALLY destroyed her korean language skills. she can understand still, but she can barely hold a basic conversation anymore.

as she grew up, and continued this sense of distancing herself from her culture, she ultimately distanced herself from her family. which left her feeling -  - alone often, even though it was all due to her own choices. in this loneliness, she found her escape in music. she would wear headphones constantly through the halls, in car rides, in her room when her parents yelled at her to turn the music down. she just loved music. she saved up the money her parents gave her whenever she worked at the nail salon (her parents owned it!!) to thrift an old keyboard. she became self-taught by trying to copy melodies of songs she’d listen to, thrifting piano lesson books, staying after school with the music teacher learning to play. sometimes she’d even skip lunch to sit in the chorus room with her choir director and play.

it’s not that she had a LACK of friends growing up, maybe just that she lacked a best friend. she had a lot of friends, but no one that she felt so connected to in the way she felt connected to music. perhaps, she was addicted to her loneliness.

she spent a lot of time playing the piano and dabbling in writing music that her grades started to fall (not that she was ever the BEST student) and her parents literally took away her piano. they said it was a waste of time because they wanted her to focus on doing well, so she could get into a good university, and then live a good life. music was just a distraction

but that didnt work

she would sneak out into the city to go to concerts and poetry readings. she’d sneak out and go to indie songwriters scenes while her parents thought she was at the library with one of her school friends

This underground scene had her full heart!! she was surrounded by likeminded people who just lived for music. she was hearing all of these incredible people who were all looking for their start. maybe not looking for anything at than just to sing their songs. tbh i think this was the point she was happiest. she was completely enveloped in music, just for the sake of music. There wasn’t any pressure, just music. Just the songs. she was wide eyed looking at this whole underground scene of artists. So maybe some plots from these underground charas?!

she’d perform some songs at karaoke nights and the indie sessions, and a producer took a keen interest in one of her songs. basically im kind of stealing halsey’s career start, but she posted a song Came in Close on SoundCloud and just blew up overnight. in the morning, she woke up to a record label asking her to fly to LA for a meeting.

and thus, Madison Ko began a career as Madi Ko where she’d release her debut album, Honey, a few months later. (DISCOGRAPHY HERE). her music is very 80s synth inspired!

new album that is most definitely CRJ’S EMOTION is coming soon...

PERSONALITY

right off the bat, madi is an absolute firecracker!! she’s loud, bursting with personality, has a lack of inhibitions that CHAOTICALLY mixes with her spontaneity

part of this is projecting her insecurities. she felt lonely as a child but doesn’t want to be seen as that to the world. it’s not so much a persona but an exaggeration of who she was. 

she likes to show off her glam bc it, once again, hides her insecurities. 

she just kind of is dramatic anymore

like everything about her

her persona as Madi Ko, upcoming popstar underdog, is like DUNKED in glitter, over the top stages and sets, draped in couture. basically her stages/outfits/dances/mvs are like Chungha’s but with Pale Waves and Carly Rae Jepsen VC. ex: 1, 2, 3, 4

also bc im obsessed with chungha’s famous diamond wink, IT’S GONNA BE MADI’S THING TOO. so basically madi has trended on twt a few times bc of her signature diamond wink bc she effing glues rhinestones and glitter under her eyes for performances !! she said fuck corneas !! ex: 1, 2, 3      ....god chungha is magical

so while madi is like a brand hypebeast n never shuts up, she can also get,,, easily annoyed. and heavily perceives ppl on first impressions despite that being the reason she felt misunderstood a lot growing up. 

definitely argumentative!!! will blow up arguments for no reason n then later questions why she made it such a big deal but cant own up to her mistakes

when she decides she doesnt like you, SHE DOESNT LIKE YOU. it’s done. bridge is burned, she’s not keen on second chances

fame has definitely given her a bit of an ego problem --- she’s a bit more aggressive, self-obsessed while intrinsically insecure, is too busy flaunting her material possessions and trendy life that she can...lose touch of reality. basically most of her high school friends cant stand her. HC that her high school bf broke up with her bc she was no longer was the madison ko he knew!!! so if anyone wants to be that ex lmk !!! she’s written songs about them!!!

definitely the type of girl who is so hype at a party, dancing in fallen confetti, standing on the fireplace mantle, but then midway realizes she’s lonely. sad at a party. 

ED TW STARTS!!!!!

....

she kind of always had body image issues growing up, but it was very off and on, but once she got signed and being by surrounded by cameras became normal she formed a full fledged ED. she’s passed out at concerts a few times bc of her ED, but they always brush it off as “not enough rest” or “she wasnt feeling well that day but pushed to perform anyway as to not disappoint the fans”

so feel free for ur muses to point it out !! she’ll get really defensive like “i eat i just work out a lot” and yeah it’s true she works out a lot but she...doesn’t really eat

it’s also one of the causes of her irritability ...

.....

END ED TW!!!!

idk why this is so long

always up for mischief! 

does love a good prank. asks weird hypotheticals 

is not scared of an ouija board

will get wasted off a few shots and drunk madi is UNSTOPPABLE 

one time drunk madi cried bc her siamese cat (MOCHI !!!) wouldn’t ever get to go to school and would never know chemistry..... the dramatics.....

she is sensitive and despises it. she does everything she can to not come across as sensitive

however, she’s so obsessive. so deep in feeling. when she feels something she FEELS it. when she is mad it boils through her. when she is in love it is all she knows. when she is sad it covers her like sweaters and blankets on rainy days. she doesn’t know how to half-feel. everything she feels stops her in her tracks.

HOWEVER she’s the most obsessive with her own insecurities — so in relationships she’s kind of known for tapping out early. she just gets scared and the fleetingness of her career and that she’s at her very core, lonely and disappointed in herself, makes her want to run away thinking that letting down her walls and being vulnerable could only be disappointing for her SO. so maybe she ghosted ur chara or gave some lame excuse

Kind of obsessed with how she’s perceived

terrified that at any moment her career could be thrown away, her deemed irrelevant, and she goes back to being Madison Ko, daughter of nail techs in Koreatown. and then her parents would have been right all along, music was a waste of time.

she’s just my little fallen angel who flew to the sun (fame) and it constantly eats away at her girlhood, at her heart.

anyways this is all i got rn <3 come love me sorry i kind of didn’t shut up this is long

WANTED CONNECTIONS

an ex from before she was famous who broke up with her because of how she changed!! PLEASE i have ideas for this. plus,,, you get a lot of songs about ur chara!!! could be from high school, maybe someone in the music scene she frequented before she was signed, anything!!

anothr ex/fwb/undefined relationship i’d love is one when she was first famous who just introduced her to everything. something like a whirlwind that was exciting and magical. she’s written songs about this person.

exes in general. 

hookups/fwb

romantic plots. pls i have songs who need meaning. friends to lovers, one sided (either way), slowburn, ANYTHING. love cruel summer plots, anything lover by tswift

PR relationships -- would LOVE one where she falls in love with the other despite how clearly defined they made their relationship

love triangles in general just get me going

best friend!!!! the one’s who know how the other feels just by looking at each other. they have countless sleepovers. tell each other everything. cry together on bathroom floors. pregame together. 

ex friends. for whatever reason -- maybe madi did smth shitty, maybe they did. maybe there was backstabbing, maybe madi sacrificed friendship for a career, maybe she made moves on their romantic partner/interest despite being fully aware. idk. gimme

People she knew from the underground/indie scene before they were famous!! they’d have bonded over their love for music, little indie dreams kind of vibe. just imagine a group of dreamers !! Would love if they made some kind of pact!!!

party friends

collabs !!

pranks. mischief. gimme

enemies. gotta cook up some drama, yknow

GIRL GANG. god i just want this so bad like make a girls dream come true

#wealthyhq:intro #zoo wee mama #pls love me honeybunnies #tw ed

[sweets-fanfics]

Honeymoon [RE] 3

Title: Party time

Wordcount: 2413

warnings: meh

Tags: *cricket sounds*

________________

7 Years ago

“Go on a date with me Rogers.” You smiled at him across the kitchen counter. He was doing the dishes which were actually really fun to watch because he kept spraying himself with the backsplash whenever he tried to rinse the spoons off. Also, a muscled guy with a towel on his shoulder and his sleeves rolled up was funny too.

Steve chuckled, “I think I’m a bit old for you don’t you think?”

“Oh come on.” You pouted.

“What about your brother?” Steve looked up at you and turned the water off.

“What about him?”

“Is he going to be okay with it?” 

You perked up and smiled, “Are you saying yes?”

He took a long sigh and smiled. “It looks like I am.”

Present

“Y/N.” Wade bumped your shoulder and made you look up. He had placed a small glass of champagne in your hand. When? You didn’t remember you had just kept spacing out since you two had arrived at the party. You hadn’t seen Tony yet which was a good sign and bad sign. “Aren’t you here to give me moral support not the other way around?”

“I apologize. I’m not feeling a hundred percent.”

“Well get drunk and feel better. Unless you are underage and I was right the entire time.”

“I’m over 21.” You said sipping your champagne. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll figure out your secret one day.” You rolled your eyes and turned around coming face to face with Rohdey from across the room. 

The two of you locked eyes with each other silently. You shook your head no. He nodded yes. You shook your head no again and put a finger up to your lips.

“You see someone you know?” Wade asked as he ate some shrimp snack thing.

“Huh?” You looked at him. “No, I thought I did.” You looked back to Rhodey only to see he was no missing. Shit. “I’m going to find a bathroom.”

Wade started to say something but people came up and started talking to him so you used that as your cue to walk off. You tried to pretend you didn’t know where the bathroom was. That was very difficult.

You didn’t even get to the bathroom because two strong arms grabbed you on each side and led you to another room. As the door shut behind you the two guys grips didn’t loosen even when you saw Tony’s back to you. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’ve been looking for you.” Tony turned and smiled. 

You smiled back sweetly and shocked the two hands holding you. You looked back at Rhodey and Vision, “Hi Tony. How are you?”

“Let’s keep the powers to a minimum,” Tony said sitting down at his desk.

“I won’t do anything. I would appreciate it if you didn’t blow my cover. I’m on a mission.”

“Still working I see.” 

“Gotta pay off the wedding I had.”

“Married?” Tony nodded. “Rogers I take it.”

“Y/N Rogers.” You said proudly.

“Congrats. Get out of my tower.”

“I’m on a miss-” Your phone went off making you look down at it. “Sorry, give me a second.” You pressed the answer. “Honey, What’s wrong?”

“Honey?” A voice said.

“Uh, who’s this?” You asked.

“Depends on who this is?” The voice asked.

“This is Y/N, his wife.”

“You married him?” The voice was now more recognizable.

“Bruce?” Tony shot up in his chair. “Where have you been? Why do you have Steve’s phone?”

“Can you pick me up and then we can talk?”

You peaked over your shoulder at Tony as Bruce told you where he was. “I’ll be right there.” You hung up and froze Tony’s feet to the floor. “Stay here.” 

4 years ago

Steve placed the bowl of ice cream in front of me. He smiled at you and sat next to you on the couch. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks for walking to the store for me.” He rubbed your leg, “I could have gone.”

“No. A twisted ankle needs to stay elevated.”

There was a knock at your apartment door. “It’s unlocked come in.”

Bruce opened the door and Steve’s hand instantly left your leg. “Oh shit. Tony wasn’t lying.” He placed his stuff down and walked up to you. “What happened?”

You looked at Steve. “She tripped.” Steve answered.

“On what?”

“The Shield.” 

Bruce looked at you. “How?”

“I tried to throw it and when I went to look for it I tripped on it.” You smiled. 

Bruce sighed and put his hand on your head. “Well at least you weren’t actually training to fight.” He looked at you and Steve and saw you two grinning like you were hiding something. “I have told both of you multiple times…” 

“I know.” You sighed.

“No more training.” 

Present

You pulled up to an old run-down gas station somewhere outside of New York. You had told Wade there was a family emergency which wasn't a lie, you just left out the part that your older brother has serious anger issues and turns green. 

You looked at the anxious-looking scientist sitting on the bus seat. He looked scared and tired. 

You rolled the window down and honked the horn. Bruce jumped a bit but then got up and got in the car. 

He looked at you silently as you sat in your chair fiddling with the radio until you found the fifties channel. “I sent you an invite. The first one actually. But it just got sent back every time I tried another address.” 

Bruce sighed and looked at you. “It's a long story. But I was in Asgard.”

“With Thor?” 

“As I said, it's a long story for another time. I'm sorry I missed your wedding. Let me guess you played oldies.”

“It is my favorite type of music, and mainly the only music Steve likes. My dress was white with soft lavender accents.” 

“Sounds very pretty.”

You both smiled at each other. “So, why do you have Steve’s phone?”

“I stayed at a motel last night and when I went to check out the receptionist said someone dropped it off for me.” While he spoke you turned the ignition back on and started for your apartment. 

“Then why doesn't my husband have his phone?” 

“I have to talk to all of you about something important.” Bruce said looking around worried, “It’s a matter of life and death.”

You sigh, still not really understanding, “Everything is now days.”

---

You almost couldn't unlock the door because you were so nervous. Once you finally got it open you ran inside. “Steve!” You could hear the shower going which made you relax a little bit but you still wanted to be sure. 

You slowly crept into the bathroom being sure that if it wasn't Steve you would take them down. Once in front of the shower, you pulled back the curtain quickly And made a ball of fire ready to throw. 

“Jesus! Y/N!” Steve jumped.

“Oh, thank god. You're okay.” You took a long breath completely forgetting he was naked. 

“Uh Y/N..?” Steve tried to say. 

“Steve, why didn't you have your phone?”

“I misplaced it. You know how I am with all that tech stuff. But Y/N…”

“What?”

“We can talk after… but can I finish my shower?”

Your face turned bright red as you peaked down and realized what was going on. “Shit! I'm sorry!” You pulled the curtain shut. “Hurry up and finish we have company.”

You sat on the couch next to your brother. “Does he walk in on you like that?”

“N-no…. not yet.” You could feel your brother eyeing you. “We are married.”

“I take it by how red your face is, the two of you haven't….”

“Bruce!” 

“Sorry.”

“I mean. We have but only once. I got called on assignment during our honeymoon.”

“Oh, ew I didn't actually want you to tell me.”

“Don't ask then.” 

You heard your bedroom door open. “Bruce?” Steve asked, walking into the room. 

“Rogers. Good to see you. Sorry I've been a little MIA.” The two shook hands.

You pulled Steve’s phone from your bag and handed it to him. “Bruce had this. Said someone dropped it off at the motel he was at.”

Steve looked at it confused and looked at you. “You look nice. I take it you weren't able to change?” You looked down at your form-fitting black dress that went to your knees. 

“No. I got the call while I was getting interrogated by Tony.”

“He interrogated you?” Both asked.

“Yeah, had Vision and Rhodes literally drag me away. So embarrassing. I hope Wade didn't see.”

“I think I missed something important,” Bruce mumbled to himself.

“Did he hurt you?” Steve asked as he looked you over quickly. 

“No, I'm fine.” You looked at your older brother. “You see, there was a bit of a disagreement and we no longer work with Tony, Rhodes, vision, and Nat is taking some leave time.”

Bruce looked at you, “Nat?”

“I'm not sure where she is. She helped Steve and Bucky escape. So I think she's hiding right now.”

“Bucky?” Bruce asked even more confused.

“Steve's childhood friend.”

“He's not the Winter Soldier anymore?”

“It's a really long story.” You and Steve said in unison.

Steve looked at the phone in his hand. “Where did you lose it?” You asked him.

“I placed it on the kitchen table yesterday and when I went back to grab it, it was gone.”

“Someone broke into our house? Just to take a phone?” Steve was scrolling through the phone when he stopped suddenly and he looked very angry.  “What's wrong?” You peaked over his arm and saw a picture of you sleeping on the screen. “Well... that's... creepy.” 

“Y/N, I didn't take this.”

Bruce looked at the photo. “Whoever this is,” you could see him trying to keep his temper under control, “They wanted to show that they can do whatever they want.”

“That's terrifying.” You whispered.

“That's disgusting,” Steve said angrily. “I'm going to call Sam I'll be back.” Steve walked out huffing and puffing. 

You looked at your phone at the time. Three am… “I should call Wanda, maybe she can find something. I still don't really understand all she can do.” 

You could still feel Bruce becoming angrier next to you. You grabbed his hand and smiled at him. “Hey, if I'm not too worried you shouldn't be either.”

“But they were able to get that close to you while you were completely defenseless.” You squeezed your grip on him.

“It's all good.” You sighed, “I'll text her tomorrow. I should get to sleep. I have work in the morning.” You pointed to the couch, “It folds out. I want you to stay here tonight.”

“I don't have a choice do I?” He smiled at you. 

“Nope.” You smirked and kissed his cheek. “Goodnight.”

-----

You were completely happy the next morning. Steve was snuggled up behind you holding you close to him. You completely forgot your brother was there. Heck, you forgot some creepy stalker type person took a sleeping shot of you. It wasn’t until your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating that you knew it was time to get up. 

Still, in the safety of Steve’s arms, you slowly reached for your phone. As you grabbed it Steve pulled you back to him putting you in a bit of an uncomfortable spot but you didn’t really mind. You hit the answer as you moved around so you were facing Steve. “Hello?”

“Y/N.” Wade groaned. 

“Hungover?” You asked poking Steve on the tip of his nose softly. 

“What happened to you last night? You just disappeared. Like magic…”

“Are you still drunk?” Steve, half asleep still, tried to take the phone and hang up. He was not a morning person like everyone thinks Captain America would be.

“A bit, but I’m mostly hungover. But we have work to do?”

“Starting fights with Al or those two X-men is not really considered work.”

“It’s not that kinda work.” He stopped and let out an ugly blech, “It’s like, I’m going to need your sniper thingy, work.”

That woke you up a bit more. “What happened?”

“That group you were telling me about. They sent me this creepy borderline stalker photo of you and some other chicks.” 

You smacked Steve’s chest waking him up, “What other chicks?”

“Uh… I dunno. Chick with short red hair and one looks like that Avenger lady. The one that wears red.”

“Wanda?”

“Sure?”

“Okay, Wade. Suit up I’m going to be there soon just be ready.” You hung up and started dialing another number. You jumped out of bed and went straight for your Avenger outfit slipping it on as the phone rang.

“What?” Clint yelled still asleep. 

“Where’s Wanda? Is she still at your family's farm?”

“Uh duh, Want to talk to her?”

“Just make sure she’s okay.”

You could hear him shuffling down the hall and knocking on her door calling for her. “Uh... She’s not here.” Clint said, sounding worried.

“That’s what I thought. Contact everyone and the director. Then go check on Nat since I know you know where she is.”

“What’s going on?”

“I think Hydra is trying to take us.” You said so Steve wouldn’t hear. “Let’s not freak Steve out. He’s about to have more than enough to worry about.” You walked into the living room to grab your keys. Bruce was sitting on the couch sipping tea. “By the way, tell the team; I’m bringing in the big guy.”

“Good. Good to have him back. We could have used him, back then. Make sure he knows.”

You hung up and started going for the door. “Where are you going?” Bruce asked.

You turned to him and smiled. “Work. I’ll be back around lunch to pick you and Steve up.”

----

You probably only got a couple of blocks when the car stopped. “Damn it. I told Steve we need a new car.”

You got out so you could jump-start the engine. That’s when you were knocked out.

-----

You sat up slowly rubbing the back of your head. “Ow. That’ll leave a bump.”

“Y/N?” Wanda asked softly, “You okay?”

You looked up and saw three other giant clear containers. Inside each of them was one person. One with Wanda, the other with Nat who was still knocked out and the last one shocked you the most. “Bucky?”

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[dyscrasia-eucrasia]

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Part 14

Demie fidgeted nervously as he listened to the dial tone on the other end of the line. For once in the past few weeks, he wasn't calling Angel. Which made his anxiety feel even weirder - Angel should've been the one he should be worried about talking to, since he was an outsider. If Demie was making the wrong choice in trusting him, the results could be disastrous. 

So why did he feel totally comfortable talking to Angel, but not to his own brother?

"Hello?" Marius said when he picked up the phone. Demie's heart rate spiked. Marius used to be the one thing that kept him calm, but since he'd moved to California, he mostly just gave Demie more anxiety. Sometimes it was because he didn't have anyone around to calm him down, other times it was because he was worried about how the human world was treating his brother. 

"Hey bro," Demie replied. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

He secretly hoped he was, so that he could get out of the phone call quicker. Even though he was the one who'd initiated it. 

"Nah. I did a recording sesh in the morning, that seems to be the best time to do 'em. All the actual stars are too lazy to get out of bed before like 1am, so I get the studio all morning long. They better watch their asses, 'cause I'm comin' for 'em." 

A year and a half in California had changed Marius, as far as Demie could tell. It was mostly in the voice. He said things that he never used to say, in a way he never would've said them. It was oddly painful. Like every time they talked, the brother Demie had known was being replaced piecemeal with some Californian superstar. Even his rural West Virginian accent had pretty much faded away. 

"Cool," Demie said. He wasn't sure what else to say. He could picture Mar in a real recording studio, and he had to admit it suited his brother. Meanwhile, he and Elaine still recorded in a shed that was sound-proofed with old egg cartons. He felt inadequate, but at the same time like that was all he deserved. 

"So what's up, little man?" Mar asked. "You haven't called in a while." 

"Yeah I have, I called back in…" How long ago had he called? "I called during Lupercalia." 

"Yeah bro, that was in February." 

"So?" 

"It's almost June." 

"...Oh. Sorry, I've… I've had stuff going on." 

"Really." Marius sounded a touch incredulous. Demie didn't blame him - he'd never had anything going on. Marius was the one with the big plans, Elaine was the one with the job, and Demie… he knew that they still saw him as the baby of their weird little family. A 25 year old baby that towered over both of them, but still a baby that didn't have any responsibilities and who needed to be taken care of and protected from the outside world. 

Not like he was bitter, or anything. He appreciated that they looked out for him, and he'd be the first to admit that his anxiety did make it hard to fully care for himself. But was it really so hard to believe that he did stuff without either of them present? 

"Yeah, uh… I've been talking to people." 

"What, like our cousins? Or the maenads?" 

"No, with, like… a normal human." 

"Hmm." 

"Are you going to yell at me like Elaine did and tell me I'm being stupid for talking to him?" 

"Oh, it's a 'him', huh?" Marius asked. His tone was a lot lighter than Elaine's, and Demie was grateful. He didn't think he could withstand being yelled at again. "How'd you meet him?" 

"Elaine and I did this show in Charleston, and he just started talking to me after the show. And, like… he didn't seem like the kinda guy who'd listen to our music, but he's really into the band. And we talk on the phone a lot, and it's just… nice." 

"Okay…" Marius said, in a tone that implied he knew there was more to the story. 

"And, like… I think I actually made a friend, and I wanna like… do shit that friends do. Like have some beers or go out shooting or whatever. In person." 

"Does he know you're a satyr?" 

"Not yet, but like… he's a gay guy, they have to be in the closet, right? I don't think he'd blow our cover." 

"Hm. He's gay, huh?" 

Demie furrowed his brow. "Why are you and Elaine so surprised by that? I'm not a homophobe, I'm fine with gay people. Just as long as they don't try anything funny." 

"No, that wasn't what I… nevermind." 

"Are you going to tell me this is a bad idea?" Demie asked. 

"Actually, no," Marius responded, barely taking time to think about it. "You need some friends. I was hoping that you'd come out to Cali with me and start having an actual social life, but that didn't happen. I've honestly been kind of worried about you, cooped up with just Elaine and the goats and the video store." 

"I can't go to the video store anymore," Demie admitted, despondent. "There was this video…" 

"I know. Elaine sent it to me. I tried to call you to talk about it, but every time I tried I got the busy signal. I guess that was you talking to your friend?" 

"Oh, yeah. I remember hearing it do that a few times. I don't know how to put a call on hold and I figured if it was important, whoever was calling would call back." 

"Well, I definitely tried to call back, guess I just got bad timing." 

"Yeah, well… we're okay. I was the one who shot at them, I thought they were just drunk kids out trespassing." 

"Probably a good thing you did," Marius said. "I subscribed to their channel just in case there were any more updates, but it looks like you really spooked them. They didn't go back to Billy Brook, just went on to some two-headed goat taxidermy in some other town." 

"Good. Fuck those jackasses. Last thing we need is more cryptozoologists coming out here." 

"I think you're safe for now," Marius said. "Those guys… they're a very specific breed of jackasses. There's tons of them here in L.A. They're not actually in it for the cryptids, they just want more views so they can make brand deals to sell amphetamines to tech bros." 

"Whoa, really? They're selling meth out in L.A.? I thought they all did, like, weed and coke out there." 

"Well, I mean, it's not actual meth, it's ADD meds and this stuff called 'nootropics'... but it's basically meth." 

"What, have you tried it?" 

"Kinda. My exec gave me Adderall when I was going through a writer's block. It felt pretty good, I got really focused, but the stuff I wrote was crap. That kinda drug high just doesn't hit the same as the Frenzy." 

"Wow. Weird. Hey, speaking of the Frenzy, are you actually gonna show up to the Bacchanalia this year?" 

"Hmm, that depends. The label's pushing for a tour this summer. I'll try, though. I really don't like missing it." 

"You should be there. It's not as much fun being there on my own. Everyone was peer-pressuring me to be part of the orgy last year." 

"You know you can just be part of the orgy, right? You're an adult, you can go have group sex." 

"Yeah, but it's like… too many guys. It's too gay." 

"Ah, yeah, that's right, you can't see another satyr's penis in the middle of an orgy. That would just be too gay." 

"Exactly." 

"Alright, well… good luck with your friend, okay? I'm glad you found someone to talk to, really." 

"Thanks, bro." 

"And don't wait three months to call me next time!" 

"Yeah sure, whatever, Mom." 

The two brothers laughed as they both disconnected the call.

#writing #writers on tumblr #original fiction #gay fiction #lgbt fiction #original characters #wright's writing #w:demie and angel

[guylty]

The great thing about missing a round-up? That is catching up with double the fun the next week! Hello and sorry for the radio silence. You know me… once out of step, Guylty finds it hard to commit to coming back. Commitment issues, yeah right. Having said that – the reason I didn’t post last weekend was a short break in Germany with all the family on the occasion of my mother’s 70th birthday. As is the custom in (Northern) Germany, it was a big affair, but semi-formal this time, as it was not an evening dinner but a lunchtime, sit-down meal of a traditional local winter dish. We started off with a little walk to my dad’s ginkgo tree where all participants (half the invited guests are older than my mum and not necessarily avid walkers anymore) were greeted with a traditional schnapps. From there it was back to the restaurant for the meal with coffee and cake in the afternoon and finally one for the road at about 7pm. It was great fun, and even though I realise that our local speciality does not look particularly attractive on the plate – plus, I won’t even tell you what it is called; its name sounds worse than it already looks – it was delicious and brought back many memories.

The ginkgo tree… not that impressive in winter

The table of presents

Flowers are always good

The meaty part of the meal

The 18th century gate house of our local castle

Anyway, sorry for the detour, you have come here for the round-up, and the round-up you shall have.

Look, Adam is already grumpy because I have waffled about non-RA stuff…

Riepu10 says “just Guy”. But listen, how could Guy ever be “just”…

For the Cats enthusiasts among you (I am looking at one person in particular), maybe this post by grumpy-jellicle-cat makes sense? I couldn’t really see RA in any of the shots, but then again…

Lip-smackingly good gifs of Adam by spensermonroe

This had never occurred to me, but peneigh-dzredfohl has a point. The curly hair is the give-away

I hadn’t seen the My Zoe trailer in English yet. And strangely, with the non-dubbed, original voices there now, it suddenly feels much more interesting and real to me. Trailer posted by deepestfirefun

I don’t think I will ever watch The Lodge, but I could look at a million screenshots of Richard drinking water. Thank you to deepestfirefun again

The stuff of a thousand fangirls’ dreams. Thank you, Riepu10

Throwback to RDC5 with this picture of RA’s signature and comment in gatissed’s signed book

Interesting reinterpretation of a much-loved scene in TS, giffed and put together by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Richardarmitagefanpage has a few new pics of RA – from TS set and last week’s Graham Norton radio show

Also by richardarmitagefanpage – cool fan art/birthday cards

Great interpretation by crazytxgradstudent of the well-known theatre picture of Astrov wet and drunk. You know what? I would love to make this a series of posts where we look at pictures and re-interpret them for a different chaRActer

This two-gif-set by riepu10 is in the same category as the one from SDCC of Richard simply breathing. Another thing that I could watch for hours 😂

Ooooh, Valentine’s Day. I totally missed it. Here’s richardarmitagefanpage’s gift for you

Nice one… Anthony Head on playing Adam’s father… And lovely Richard being as complimentary as usual. Found by richardarmitagefanpage

Riepu10’s Valentine’s cards – always good

Ride a horse with him??? *raises eyebrow* Ooookay, omgopalsapphire

Nice manip for Valentine’s Day by nellindreams

21st century Thornton? A comic sketch by skepticalfrog

If you haven’t seen it yet on Twitter – sinnaminie has plushified Astrov. This is really cute, and I am sure tempted to have this one in my collection

Mezzmerizedbyrichard has also focussed on Adam’s lips…

If I hadn’t already binged TS, mzannthropy would have completely convinced me. Convincing arguments

He’s never been in *my* home town, but I kind of understand the feeling that theliveshipparagon describes

I know, daddy!Armitage doesn’t really rock everybody’s boat, but I think mezzmerizedbyrichard’s gif set might warm a few hearts here and there

I have to admit that those family pictures from TS made me want to see a whole spin-off about the pre-drama times of the Prices… Picture posted by richardarmitagefanpage

All the official pictures from Richard’s appearance on Lorraine in one handy photo set by fullerology. Man, he looks great at the mo…

WORD! mzannthropy

Nice! Richard Armitage – or rather: Guy of Gisborne als live action Trevor Belmont. By indigoneutrino

Seeing this gif (plus comment) by yorkshirewench, I am beginning to agree with the suggestion of RA as Jackman and Siobhan Finneran as Marie Evans…

Seriously, “lose the hat, dad”! That also applies to you, Richard!!!! Gifs by riepu10

Right, 30 items? Got to be a new record here!? And I haven’t even delved in the other tags apart from #richardarmitage. Yep, as I said, sometimes it is actually a good thing when I miss a week.

Hope you have enjoyed that. Quick shout-out to everyone who has commented in the last while. I will catch up, soon, also with my e-mails. Apologies for my lack of replying. Yeah, I admit I was lazy. But then I was also completely distracted the last couple of days because RAnet had suddenly developed a major hiccup: For most of Thursday and Friday the site was stuck on a round-about. Well, or in tech terms: it was endlessly redirecting, which meant the site was not accessible. Added to the problem was that for some reason my login details suddenly did not work anymore and I was unable to re-set my password. It took several hours on live chat with my hoster’s support team to sort out the issue. But it *has* been sorted, the site is up and running again. Phew.

We all deserve a nice long weekend now!

Sonja ❤

2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #7 The great thing about missing a round-up? That is catching up with double the fun the next week!

#Adam Price #Guy of Gisborne #Richard Armitage #The Stranger #Thorin Oakenshield #Weekly tumblr Round-up

[sophiaigallo]

sophia i. gallo

‹ ARIANA GRANDE, SHE/HER, CISFEMALE, PANSEXUAL.  ›  SOPHIA GALLO is the TWENTY FOUR year old from BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. When a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said,  ❝ IF I DIE AT LEST IMMA LOOK RICH AS FUCK. ❞ They claim THE CONJURING is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would DIE AFTER THE ROOKIE MISTAKE OF HAVING SEX. Their fears include SUFFOCATION, FACELESS PEOPLE and COMPLETE DARKNESS, and they don’t know we know, but... SHE SAYS SHE JUST "OVER EXAGGERATES" HER STORIES BUT REALLY SHE'S A COMPULSIVE LIAR. Hope they enjoy their stay.  ‹  B from ADORE YOU penned by, LARK, 21+, GMT -6.  ›

—  i’m not just somebody’s daughter :

name : sophia isabelle gallo nicknames : phia, phi ( pronouced fee) age : twenty four birthday : november 4th zodiac : scorpio sun, scorpio moon, cancer rising gender : cisfemale sexuality : pansexual occupation : nail technician  positive : passionate, sensual, intense, competitive, dedicated, keeps it at 100, strong personality, perseveres to the end, intelligent, intuitive, logical, emotional, strategic, self-reliant, extreme, calm and steady on the surface, easily reads people, brave, wise, caring, loyal, keeps promises, charismatic, fierce in life and emotions. negative : hides intense and powerful emotions, aggressive, obstinate, intolerant, possessive, manipulative, jealous, resentful, intense self-reflection, hard to give forgiveness, prone to sexual power play. fears : suffocation ;  the idea of having a plastic bag wrapped around her face terrifies her. this fear doesn’t come from anything deep meaning but she’s been scared of it since she got yelled at as a child for playing with plastic grocery bags. faceless people ; people without faces and people facing away from her and just standing still really make her uneasy. she got this fear from when she watched the original blair witch movie. complete darkness ; she doesn’t like to be vulnerable and complete darkness makes her mind race of the possibilities and outcomes of her dying by a murderer. 

—  biography :

sophia grew up in brooklyn. her mother an aggressive alcoholic and a father that enabled her. it wasn’t an obvious thing for sophia at first. she had the ideal childhood even though she was born to teen parents. christmas, birthdays, and other holidays were a very big deal with her family. it wasn’t until she got older did she notice that her family wasn’t picture perfect. it was the small things. her mom forgot to pick her up a gymnastic practice, waking up before her mom, finding bottles hidden underneath bathroom sinks. sophia also questioned where her father was for days at a time and come home with luxurious gifts for sophia. one day he came home with a new iphone for her even though she had just gotten the new upgrade only four months earlier. this lead to sophia lying. she lied to her friends about how her mom was, what her dad’s job was -- she still isn’t sure. sophia started lying about small things, things that didn’t matter. if she had picked up bananas at the store for her mother, how she promised she didn’t get any lunch money to her school, how gymnastic practice was canceled, or that a relative died. this habit started around thirteen. 

the one thing sophia didn’t lie about was how good she was at dance and gymnastics. think maddie ziegler. she was well known around her area for being a solo dancer in competitions. when sophia was nearly 17 she tore her acl while dancing. it ruined her desire to be a professional dancer. while in rehab for her acl sophia became functionally addicted to pain pills. she also entered the party scene after her acl surgery and got a fake id at 18 and started attending clubs and bars regularly. she quickly got into a scene that could be very dangerous and her parents were not exactly happy about that -- rather her father wasn’t happy about that. her father expressed his feelings but once again sophia lied and lied and lied more and her father was preoccupied with his drunk wife and them fighting, that sophia’s partying lifestyle went unnoticed. at a party she met a boy named nova gallo. she fell in love instantly. the two were inseparable. they injected themselves into each others lives. where he was, she was and where she was, he was. it was quick and not just movie story quick, but quick. they knew each other for a total of three months before getting married. and now the two are at the manor for their honeymoon.  

—  personality :

If you were to describe sophia in two words, she would be intense and passionate. she is passionate about everything in life, right from her career to relationship, to hobbies to lovemaking; simply everything. she’s a very intense woman and it shows; take note of sophia’s eyes, as it is her one feature that usually stands out. her eyes are typically unique and hypnotizing. her cool, but, mesmerizing stare often indicates that she is interested in you; and is trying to dissect you. sophia is ambitious, hardworking, and is usually successful in her life. she has great leadership qualities ( hence being the managing nail tech at the salon she works at ) and loves ( and often craves for ) power. passionate, determination, will power, and hard work are the pillars for sophia’s personality. 

you’ll have to be a special person to gain her trust in order to be in her “inner circle.” as a friend, sophia is true, supportive, and very trustworthy. she keeps secrets and will not share them even with her partner. sophia is often perceived as being self-centered and cold, but she’s not. on the contrary, she cares a lot about her near and dear ones, ( which causes her realtionship with her parents to be rocky and she currently has them cut off ) and will go out-of-the-way to help and support them if she trusts them. it takes a long time for sophia to truly trust someone. sophia is also generous, fair, and just. she’s is social and will be a sport for adventures with her friends. despite knowing her for a long time, sophia still comes off as a mystery for some because of the wall she puts up but once that wall is down you’ll see the true sophia. although, her friends definitely appreciate her for her amazing personality and zest for life. her husband, nova, is also the luckiest person because he has the most beautiful, devoted, and encouraging wife, who will make him feel like the most desired person on the Earth.  

overall, sophia is exotic and magnetic, as deep as the sea, and, depending on her mood, as calm or as tempestuous. she is extraordinarily innate and is keenly interested in the esoteric, or any occult or spiritual experience that offers some kind of deep insight. sophia should never be taken lightly ( it’s offensive to her if she’s not taken seriously ). she isn’t flaky, fluffy, or a helpless creature by any means. sophia is direct and brilliantly sharp, she likes clear endings and beginnings, with no grey areas in between. sophia is intuitive, controlling, and sometimes self-destructive, fearless, and stubborn and even when life gets a little tricky she merely takes it on the chin and keeps going. self-confident, resourceful, and strong, she is driven to succeed; she works hard and is willing to sacrifice anything to get to her goals. sophia is such a complex person who is also secretive, choosing who they divulge their secrets to carefully and if you’re lucky, she’ll tell all to you.

—   wanted connections & facts :

someone she can call a friend in the manor. when she isn’t with nova ( her husband ) a person to explore and get into trouble with would be fun.

sophia knows a little bit about the manor and is excited about seeing some spooky stuff. it would be fun for sophia if someone else wants to search for spooky things.

she’s going to be attached at the hip with her new husband. its going to be annoying for some people and it would be interesting if there was someone(s) who just find her absolutely annoying when she’s with her husband but enjoys her when she’s on her own. maybe someone who disapproves of them being together because they feel like sophia’s such a different person outside the marriage. 

fact: sophia will be annoyingly clingly to her husband. it’s their honeymoon and they’ve only known each other for three months. her husband is nova ( @ofsurvivals​ )

fact: sophia is a scorpio and it shows. she’s actually a double scorpio and she’ll ask people their zodiac all the time. yes, she’s one of those. 

fact: sophia arrived to the manor late because of flight delays. ( this is mostly just an excuse for my awfully busy life and me being mia, pls forgive me. )

#♡ :･ﾟ— ( about ) . #♡ :･ﾟ— ( musings ) . #☓ :･ﾟ— ( ooc : i'm finally getting this done ) . #manor.talk

[mishaandthebrits]

Sweet Tooth

Working with the BAU was your dream job, the one you always wanted to have and the team was your family. After today's briefing you grabbed your go bag and quickly followed the others on their way towards the jet, the destination being New York. "Man I love the big Apple!", Morgan grinned in the car and you rolled your eyes smiling gently. "Of course you do!", Rossi replied. "There's always something to do.", Morgan continued and you focused back on the case file that was in your lap while the others still talked. "Y/N? You're gonna join us or ...?", Derek asked suddenly leaning into the open door and you stumbled out of the car quickly. "Sorry, i was lost in the file.", you muttered as you followed him to the jet seeing that everyone else was already inside. 

"Found anything interesting sweet cheeks?", he asked you smiling and you nodded before looking at the ground. Of course Morgan always flirted with everyone, but you just weren't used to it. No one flirted with you. "I'm sure you're gonna enlighten us in the plane then? Sometimes you're just as smart as Reid.", he chuckled and shook his head while letting you get on the plane first then following you. Once you all settled down and were in the air you began to briefly talk about the case. "Y/N found something.", Morgan suddenly said and your eyes widened slightly. "Uhm, Yeah. All of the victims don't seem to fit into a particular scheme, but looking closely they all have similar scars from a heart transplant, so I'm thinking they all received one and the Unsub or his loved one didn't, so they seek revenge?", you explained unsure before receiving approving nods. They all were used to you being the shy one, you hardly talked unless asked and read a lot. When working a case with others you acted professional though, so everyone accepted it. "That's a good observation Y/N, how did you see those scars?", Reid frowned looking at the photos again which didn't show them. "I looked on Facebook and twitter for their profiles and they all had pictures of either a beach holiday or a general summer style uploaded where they were visible.", you shrugged then focused back on the file signalizing the others it was no big deal and the topic was over for you. "You really got to do something.", Rossi whispered to Derek making sure you weren't able to hear. "I know, but she's already blushing when I only call her sweet cheeks.", the younger groaned ever so quietly and then sighed. "I'll send you two together, you're closest to her.", Hotch piped in then announced the team pairings and what everyone should be doing. After landing you headed with Morgan, following him to one of the waiting cars. The two of you were supposed to go and check out the flat of the latest victim in order to find any information on whether she maybe had known the Unsub. "This flat is just too perfect.", Morgan frowned after opening it with the key the police chief had given them. "What? Why? Mine looks about the same actually.", you replied looking around. "Really? I mean it looks nice, but sort of like a catalogue picture. It's too tidy, it doesn't smell like anything and there are no pictures.", he pointed out and walked into the kitchen. "All of the dishes are perfectly cleaned and stored, the fridge is almost empty with labels what is where.", he spoke then headed towards the bathroom while you went to the bedroom seeing the wardrobe labeled as well. "Same in the bedroom.", you quickly told him before heading back to join him in the bathroom. "Okay, this is weird. There are pills for insomnia for a Steve Clifford, but that's not our victims name.", Morgan told you and handed them to you to examine them. After all you had more medical knowledge then him. "They are strong according to the label, but the pills don't look like the original ones. The dust on the bottom is a different color from the new pills, so whoever used them changed the filling.", you nodded then headed for the kitchen again. Checking trough the cupboards you curiously looked around while Morgan stood there watching you confused. "She doesn't have pills for the transplant, people are required to take them in order for their bodies to not refuse the new organ, but she does not have them.", you tilted you head and walked to the bedroom. "Nope neither here, but here's a box of photos.", you mumbled pulling out a cardboard box from under her bed. You looked through the pictures with Morgan seeing the same male in a few of them just shortly before her scar appeared and never again after. "He was the same age, maybe a brother.", the agent beside you shrugged while pulling out his phone and dialing a number. "Hey babygirl, i need the family history of our latest victim.", Derek spoke and immediately you knew he had called Garcia. "Anything my chocolate god.", she replied and you heard typing. "Age 26, a twin brother... oh no, he died a few years back, just hours after her accident, he was on his way to the hospital when a drunk driver hit him and she received his heart.", the it tech explained and you nodded. "Explains why there are no photos, she felt responsible for his death.", you nodded thinking loudly. "You're right my lovely lady. She actually was in therapy for that.", Garcia answered before Morgan thanked her then ended the call. "That's it Morgan, the group therapies. All the others went there as well, it was in their files.", you gasped and this time it was you calling Hotch in order to tell him what you found while getting back to the station. "Well done Smartie, Told you you're smarter than Reid sometimes.", Morgan quickly spoke before the phone even rang and kissed your cheek which made you blush unbelievably. "T-thank you...", you mumbled when Hotch accepted the call. "Anything for you smartie, told you I have a sweet tooth.", Morgan mumbled just when you started explaining everything to Hotch and you just saw him grin.

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[pettybkang]

FOOL

Group: NCT.

Pairing: Taeyong + Doyoung + Y/N.

Genre: Polyamorous Relationship!AU.

Word count: 2,5k.

Description:  “But the thing is… He likes Game of Thrones and then he doesn’t. He’s a dancer and then a photographer. It makes absolutely no sense. I get that Y/N does a lot and goes around a lot, but it makes no sense. Her boyfriend is too weird,” Aika was complaining for a couple minutes now.  

“But the thing is… He likes Game of Thrones and then he doesn’t. He’s a dancer and then a photographer. It makes absolutely no sense. I get that Y/N does a lot and goes around a lot, but it makes no sense. Her boyfriend is too weird,” Aika was complaining for a couple minutes now.

Y/N and Aika met in college.

 Not really in a classroom or anything.

If you go to UCLA, you know a bar or two, but everyone goes to the parties at Andy’s. Cheap alcohol, good music, and awesome people. That’s where they met - Aika’s boyfriend and paired up with Y/N’s boyfriend for beer-pong and the girls paired up to cheer against them. They got tired when their boyfriends kept on winning and decided to walk around, grab more drinks and ended up starting a friendship right there.

Y/N goes to Med school and Aika studies IT. They would never have met on campus, but thanks to the parties they managed to become friends. But there’s one thing bothering Aika about Y/N’s boyfriend: he seems too weird. It always seems like he’s a different person when they meet. Aika has asked Y/N countless times how long they’ve been together and her answer is always “around three years”.

“Maybe he does all that?” Yuta, her boyfriend, replied. They were watching TV in Yuta’s apartment. “I mean… Some people like to do all sorts of things. Who knows?”

“Did he seem like the type of person when you met him? He’s always tired when I see him. He rarely stays up when I’m there. Well, sometimes he cooks but sometimes he just vanishes into the next room,” Aika sighed.

There had been numerous times that she went over to Y/N’s place just to chat, drink some wine and complain about college. Y/N’s boyfriend would get home, say hi, kiss Y/N and then vanish into their apartment. Y/N explained once that they do have their own bedrooms, they don’t share one because they need to study and it can get too crowded sometimes. Aika took that as the smartest decision that it sounded like and let it go, but sometimes it comes to mind. Maybe her boyfriend has different personalities? Maybe Y/N should break up with him? He doesn’t sound as loving as the girl makes him sound like? Aika worries too much about her friend sometimes.

Yuta won her over with a bottle of wine and a movie, making her forget about her friend’s weird boyfriend for the night.

-x-x-

Y/N lives with her boyfriend at Santa Monica Boulevard. Their apartment costs more money than some people make in five years working 9-5 and having to deal with horrible bosses. Rumour has it that her family has money and so does him, but Aika never really asked about it. But Y/N does go to Med school and doesn’t work part-time and apparently, her boyfriend goes to Art school and they don’t seem like they are struggling… So yeah, family money.

Not that Aika isn’t familiar with it. Yuta’s parents own a huge tech company in Japan and her own parents are huge in the pharmaceuticals industry, but she has no idea where Y/N’s and her boyfriend’s money come from.

And maybe she shouldn’t be asking herself that when she’s on a Uber to her friend’s house in the middle of the night - not the middle, it’s just eight but still. Maybe she should be thinking about how their money certainly comes from drug money or something even shadier than that. She’s known Y/N and her boyfriend for a year now, she should know better than that.

Aika got out of the car and Y/N was waiting for her in front of the building. She was in slippers, a hoodie and sweatpants. Her pink hair tied up, adjusting her glasses while she waved.

“I could have rung the bell?” Aika frowned, walking towards her.

“My boyfriend just left,” Y/N said, shrugging. “He has a dance recital tonight, I walked him out and gave him a good luck kiss.”

“Ew. Gross,” Aika said, making her laugh. “Why didn’t you go with him?”

“I wasn’t feeling it. It’s a very fancy one. Heels required and everything… Besides, he knows he has the support from the people that love him,” she shrugged. Sometimes Y/N would make Aika really confused when she talks about her boyfriend, but before Aika could ask her what she means, she pulled her towards the building. “Let’s go! Tacos are waiting for us! I remembered to not let pepper get anywhere close to them tonight.”

Soon the girls were inside Y/N’s apartments, their shoes by the door, wine glasses in hand, sitting by each side of the kitchen isle. Y/N had a bite of taco in her mouth when Aika decided to ask about her boyfriend. She was determinate to get the information she needed to either tell her friend to run or to run away from him herself. That’s when she noticed she doesn’t really know his name… And it was too late to ask.

“Hey, does your boyfriend go to UCLA too? I’ve never seen him there,” Aika took a bite of her own taco then.

“Hmmmm, yes and no,” Y/N said, laughing when Aika frowned. “Taeyong used to, he graduated last year,” she added, making Aika nod. She assumed Taeyong was his name since that’s what Y/N called him. Aika wasn’t against technology or anything - she was dating Yuta! - but Y/N and her boyfriend were pretty much allergic to it. Aika tried to stalk them once to get to know him better, but she only found pictures of hands, cats and plants on Y/N’s account. The account she had tagged on the hands' photo didn’t really have any pictures posted to it, the account tagged to the plants was a photographer’s account which had no information on who was posting those. Apparently making people’s lives difficult was Y/N and her boyfriend’s hobby.

“And how did you two meet? I think you’ve never told me that,” she sipped from her wine. Was she sounding too nosy? Not really, right? She was just trying her best to take care of her friend.

“There was a fundraising event at UCLA and our parents introduced us,” Y/N smiled and then bit down on her lower lip. “He performed that night… I mean, you should see him dancing one day. He’s incredible. We went out for dinner a few nights after that and, well, the rest is history,” she shrugged, sipping from her wine.

“Wait… Fundraising?” Aika sounded confused for a while and Y/N just nodded.

“My parents are hospital owners and his parents have companies that make all of those machines you see inside a hospital. They go way back but they had never really introduced us… He’s always making fun of me, saying that I’m the perfect daughter and he’s the rebel son or whatever,” she rolled her eyes.

Aika was happy that she got one question out of the way. Her boyfriend wasn’t a well-known drug dealer or his parents weren’t part of the mafia - or at least the bad mafia, her parents work with pharmaceuticals so she knows what the health business is like. Now all she needed to know was why the hell he’s so weird, but those questions would have to come up later. She didn’t want her friend to feel like she’s being questioned.

--x--x--

They had been watching TV for a while when they heard the door and in walks Taeyong. Sweaty, a bag hanging from his shoulder, his hair a complete mess and some bright makeup still on. There was some powder on his hair to make it look whiter and Aika couldn’t figure out for the life of her if he looked insane or like a dancer.

“Hey babe!” Y/N said from the couch, looking back towards the door to wave at him. He rushed towards them, giving Y/N a kiss and waving at Aika.

“Hey, what are you guys watching? Hey Aika!” Aika waved back at him, sipping from her wine. She watched as Taeyong stole a sip from Y/N’s glass as Y/N answered his question, telling him about the episodes from Lucifer that he was missing because he kept arriving home too late. He just showed her the tongue and then gave back the glass, stealing another kiss. “I’m gonna go take a shower. Did you eat already?”

“I made tacos. You can steal some later,” she winked, pushing him away so he would shower. Taeyong laughed, making his way to the last room and then into the bathroom to shower.

Aika had to admit. He didn’t seem crazy. Or insane. Or dangerous. He seemed like a really nice boyfriend that cared about her and Y/N seemed really in love. Maybe she was seeing things.

He came back later, stole a plate of tacos and left. There was nothing wrong about him.

And then they were three bottles in. Completely drunk.

And in walks this other Taeyong. He looks more serious for some reason, completely exhausted, dragging his feet towards the kitchen and barely noticing his girlfriend calling him “babe”. Aika felt like punching him.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked from the couch.

“Yeah… Just a bunch of things to read, that’s all…” he said and his voice seemed different. Aika was too drunk to think straight so her mind wanted her to tell Y/N to break up with that man that sometimes sounds like he loves her and sometimes sounds like he doesn’t even wanna be there. “A kiss for good luck?” he asked and Y/N ran towards him to press a kiss to his lips, making him smile.

Okay. Maybe he was just tired. Dancing can be tiring and reading a bunch of stuff after dancing should be even more tiring, Aika would give him this one.

Y/N follows him into the hallway, her hands massaging his shoulders but soon she comes back, takes her glass from the coffee table, sits down and sighs. She asks Aika about how is it like to not live with her boyfriend and then they never talk about Y/N’s boyfriends again that night.

--x--x--

It’s not common for Aika to sleep over.

She only does when Yuta tells her he has to get up early or when she’s too drunk to go back.

Today is a number two type of day.

Y/N had told her to take her room and that she would sleep with Taeyong, so Aika woke up to pink sheets and photos everywhere. She couldn’t find her glasses anywhere in that damn room, but she recognized Y/N in some of them.

She heard noise coming from the kitchen, so she decided on using the bathroom, brushing her teeth and moving to see what was going on.

When she got there, there were two men making breakfast. Maybe she hadn’t been as loud as she had thought, because they didn’t seem to notice her. She could see only their backs, moving in sync as they made avocado toasts and tea.

She was about to move to make herself noticed when they kissed. And then she got even more confused because the guy with the blue on his hair definitely looked like the Taeyong that got home all sweaty from the dance recital. He definitely looked like Y/N’s boyfriend, but he most definitely wasn’t kissing Y/N.

Aika walked in after that, pressing her lips together and sitting right across from them on the counter.

“Hey, you’re awake!” said the other guy. The tired Taeyong that had been reading too much. “Here… We found this on the coffee table earlier,” he handed her her glasses. They looked like two different people up close when she put them on.

And she was sure Y/N had kissed them both the night before.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “Is Y/N awake?” was all she had the guts to ask. Maybe she would have to drink another glass of wine to be brave to make questions again. Does Y/N’s boyfriend have a boyfriend? Does she have two? How didn’t she notice that there were two different people walking around the apartment? They would rarely interact and maybe last night had been the first time she had paid attention, but still.

“Mhm, she’s taking a shower,” Taeyong - the dancer - answered. Aika just nodded and accepted the cup of tea she was handed. She listened to them listing things to buy at the grocery store later for a few minutes before Y/N walked in.

Her friend stole a toast, smiled at both of them and then sat down right next to Aika. “Good morning!” she said, taking a bite from her toast and accepting a cup of tea from Taeyong. “Are you going to the library today again?” she asked the other Taeyong and he made a face.

“Yeah… I have a test coming up next week. The detailed laws are killing me,” he said, pouting a little.

“Wait… I thought you finished college last year?” Aika interrupted, making the man frown.

“I finished college last year,” Taeyong, the dancer, raised his hand. “He’s going to finish it next year,” he pointed at Taeyong, the tired.

“Okay… So… You’re the dancer and you are?” she pointed at the man that had been talking about tests, frowning and sounding really confused. Y/N just watched with a both amused and confused smile on her face.

“The lawyer,” he answered. “Or soon to be. I’m also a photographer from time to time,” he shrugged.

Y/N decided to put Aika out of her misery and help her a little. “This is Taeyong. He’s a dancer, we met at the fundraiser for UCLA med school. And this is Doyoung. He’s a law student, we met when we were kids. Our parents might have arranged for us to get married,” both men smiled at Aika.

“And which one is your boyfriend?” she said, rubbing her face with her hands almost in despair.

“Uh… Both?”

“Did you just say both?”

“Yeah, both. We’ve been dating for three years,” Y/N said, a smile on her face, shrugging then. “Doyoung and I have known each other for years. We also have liked each other for years - our parents were pretty happy about that. But then we met Taeyong at the fundraiser and, uh... well. He’s a really good dancer. We talked, had dinner, went on dates and then suddenly we were all dating. It took some convincing on our parents part, but they’re fine with it now.”

Y/N just bit a piece of her toast then, both Taeyong and Doyoung were sipping from their tea and all while Aika tried to process all the information they had just given her. So they were all dating. It explains the weird boyfriends coming in and out every week. And the reason he likes Game of Thrones one week and couldn't even bother to comment on Arya’s moves the next.

So he wasn’t a drug dealer.

Or insane.

There were two of them and now everything made sense.

Aika looked from Y/N to the men, shaking her head and letting herself laugh. “And here I thought you,” she pointed at Taeyong, “had multiple personalities and that Y/N should definitely break up with you. Next time, you know, if there’s any… A heads up would be nice?”

Y/N just shrugged and shoved the last piece of toast into her mouth.

Taeyong ended up asking Aika about the last episode of Lucifer they had watched the night before and Doyoung continued making breakfast for all of them. Y/N joined on the Lucifer talk while she worked on cutting the avocados for the food. The three worked well together, too used to each other to go anywhere else.

One day Aika would ask how it all really started, but for now, she’s glad her friend isn’t stuck with a crazy boyfriend.

#nct #nct fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct au #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fanfiction #taeyong au #doyoung fanfic #doyoung fanfiction #doyoung au #lee taeyong #kim doyoung #this is just something i wrote for fun after a saw a photo of them together because wHY NOT

[niall-is-my-dream]

You & Me - Part Nine

2300 words

Tokyo, Japan

Callie's POV

Being in Japan was something else. It was fascinating.

When you arrived at the airport, there were at least 1,000 people at the gate waiting for Niall. You'd never experienced it first hand like this. Sure you'd seen it, you'd watched the hysteria behind him and One Direction when you'd watched a load of you tube videos. Something you did as standard before agreeing to work with anyone.

They were all shouting his name, screaming and generally going crazy. It made you super proud of him. The fact that he was your boyfriend, and had been between your thighs just 12 hours ago sucking on your clit and drawing out an intense and mind blowing orgasm, made it even more exciting.

After 9 hours on a flight you should've been tired, but you had slept well and had a sudden burst of energy. After checking into your room, which thanks to Niall you probably wouldn't even sleep in, you made your way to the gym.

Syncing your wireless headphones to your phone, you set your running playlist and started up the treadmill. You were lucky on this tour, Niall had Mark Jarvis who did security and personal training for him. He encouraged everyone to work out, not only for fitness and well being but to help with stamina for a busy show day. Mark was a great guy, tough on everyone but you loved the fact that he helped you all out with your regime.

The sweat was beginning to drip from you at the 8km point. Slowing down your pace gradually before pausing the machine. Taking off your headphones and hooking them over your neck, you grabbed your water and downed almost half of it.x

You smiled when you heard Niall in the background somewhere behind you. When you turned around you saw him being filmed for a video diary. Everyone has been made aware that it was going to happen when you'd signed your contracts for the tour. You just weren't expecting to be in it.

He was introducing everyone to the camera and you knew he would eventually get to you. Wiping your sweat from your forehead, you knew there was no point trying to hide.

"And this is my guitar tech Callie, looking like a hot sweaty mess in her purple jazzy running leggings." Niall said as he approached you with a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. Cheeky shit.

"Glad you like them Ni, got some for you for your birthday!" You replied sarcastically.

"You better have now that you've promised!" He answered as he walked away.

"So you've got a female guitar technician? There's great diversity in your crew." The interviewer said.

"Callie is brilliant at her job, keeps us all in line too. I've got some strong females on my team and we all support each other 100%."

Your heart swelled at his compliment. The things he did to you.

You'd spent the rest of the first day relaxing, Niall had loads of interviews to do over the next couple of days, with a scheduled day off on his birthday.

Ellie, Sienree and Tara had invited you with them to have a look around the area near the hotel. You stopped at a quirky little cafe for some food.

"This city is amazing." You said as you sat down.

"Did you not come when he was doing the slow hands promo?" Ellie asked.

"No, I had my brother's wedding so couldn't. I've heard the food here is amazing as well."

"The place we are going for Nialls birthday does the best food in the whole city." Tara said.

"Did you get Niall anything for his birthday, Tara?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah, brought him some hideously brightly coloured socks!" She laughed.

"How about you Callie?"

You hesitated before replying. Your gift was obviously really personal since he was not just your employer and friend now, but your boyfriend.

 "Um, I got him a leather strap for one of his guitars." You replied, not adding the detail that you'd had his NH logo embossed on it for him.

"That's a good idea, he will love that." Tara said.

When you got your purse out of your bag to pay your share of the bill, you checked your phone.

"Miss you Petal x"

There simple words from Niall and you had a smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks.

"Miss you to. X"

Once you had paid, you all made your way back to the hotel discussing using the spa there. It was included in your stay and was beyond luxurious. It had a pool, Jacuzzi and steam room. Very decadent, with water falls throughout and a lush background of plants and flowers.

When you got to your room to collect your bikini you sent Niall a quick message telling him where you were headed and to text you later when he was back from the interviews.

When you arrived in the spa you stored away your clothes in the lockers and wrapped yourself up in the softest robe you'd ever worn in your life. Tara was trying to decide if she would get away with taking it home with her. Offering to buy her something similar for Christmas instead of stealing it, you made your way over to the loungers. 

This was definitely the most luxurious hotel you'd ever stayed at. Ellie and Sienree headed over to the Jacuzzi while you and Tara decided to sit for a bit. A hostess approached you soon after and asked if you were Miss Callie Brown.

"Um, yes I am."

"We have a champagne delivery for you." 

"We didn't order any." 

"This is from Mr Horan for you all, he says to enjoy your time in the spa, but be back to work tomorrow." She replied smiling.

Ellie and Sienree had left the Jacuzzi and started to make their way over to you when they saw the hostess arrive with the champagne. 

"What's this?" Ellie asked.

"Just Niall being his usual self!" Tara replied.

You relayed the message to them as the hostess poured the bubbly liquid into the flutes.

This wasn't the first time he had done something like this for his team. When slow hands had gone to number one and with heavy promo going on, he'd organised gifts for everyone for all their hard work and dedication. 

"How did he know we were coming?" Sienree asked.

You exchanged a quick glance with Tara before she told them that she had messaged him to ask him if he needed her for anything this afternoon. When he had replied no, she had told him your plans to use the spa.

Happy with Tara's answer and being saved from admitting that you had text Niall, Ellie made a toast to Niall, and you all clinked glasses.

"Honestly I could get use to this life." Tara declared. "Think I need to find me a sugar daddy."

The girls all laughed and launched into their worst dates they'd had the pleasure of going on. With the champagne drunk, you made your way into the Jacuzzi. It wasn't long before some pasty but handsome Irish men appeared, along with Preston born Louis. Niall wasn't with them so he was obviously still working. They all sauntered over, Jake coming out with a disgraceful pick up line which earned him a laugh from everyone. 

A few of you got out of the Jacuzzi, you included and made your way over to your stuff. Wrapping yourself in your toweling robe, you sat back on the lounge chair and began checking your phone. You had avoided IG since your chat with Tara about Saskia so you weren't tempted to see whether she had posted or not. Scrolling through your Facebook instead, you caught up with your friends news and a random picture your Mum had posted of your family dog Toby.

"That's a very serious face Cal." 

You looked up to find Niall standing in front of you, he wasn't wearing a robe, instead he had just navy blue swim shorts on. Your eyes wandered up his body and you realised you hadn't taken a breath. His workouts with Mark were really showing, his chest hair that you'd been desperate to run your hands through all day was on full display.

"Um.....my um.... Mum just posted a picture of our dog." You stuttered out.

He raised his eyebrows at you, a smirk across his lips when he realised he had got to you. 

"Really? What breed of dog?"

"Um... Golden retriever."

"You ok there Petal?" He asked that stupid smirk still on his face.

You tried to naturally cross your legs, but you very obviously squeezed your thighs together to ease the heat you were feeling there.

And he noticed.

The hostess came over at this point, asking if Niall or any of the others wanted any drinks. He ordered everyone some water, since you and the girls had already had champagne and you were all heading out for dinner soon.

"You coming for a dip?" He asked.

"Yes." You replied, standing up and taking off your robe. You could feel him watching you as you laid it on your lounge chair. When you turned back around the cheeky shit was licking his lips.

An hour later and you were naked in his shower, back flush against the cold tiles, Nialls head between your thighs. He had to support your weight as you came, his strong hands gripping your thighs so you wouldn't slip.

The sound of the water running didn't cover the sounds of your pants and breathless gasps as you tried to come down. You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes closed, heart beating fast.

"I'll never get tired of doing this." He said, as he stayed knelt in front of you, leaving kisses across your thighs.

"Good." You replied, a ridiculously girly giggle tumbling out of your lips. You were giddy, high as a kite and you weren't ready to come down just yet.

Scratching your nails through his hair, he let out a low guttural moan that echoed off the tiles. He looked up at you through his lashes, his eyes wandering up your body. When he stood up he brushed your hair away from your neck, before kissing you in that sweet spot behind your ear. Tilting your head to the side, he dove in deeper, nibbling at your neck and shoulders. His hands dug into your hips hard when you reached down and took hold of his cock firmly in your hand.

When you ran your thumb over the tip, he moaned against your skin, pulling back to look in your eyes. Tilting your hips forward you guided his length towards you, rubbing it between your folds and over your already sensitive clit. His hand moved up to your hair, a firm grip through your wet locks as he moved forward to kiss you hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it surprised you to find that you liked it.

Mumbling moans against each others mouths, both of you were gasping, your chests heaving as your bodies reacted to one another.

"Do you want to?" He whispered against your lips.

You nodded your response, not able to even form words as you continued to rub him against your clit.

He slowly bent his knees and hitched your knee up and over his hip before sliding slowly inside you. Burying his face in your neck you could hear him whispering how good you felt, how much he wanted you. With your arms wrapped around his shoulder, you scratched along them and up across the nape of his neck and into his hair. You could feel your nipples rubbing against his chest hair, the sensitive nubs hardening at his touch. His thrusts were slow and precise, you could feel him everywhere, he was taking over your whole body.

Moving his hand from your hair, he grasped your other knee and lifted you off the floor. Turning his head towards yours, his assault on your neck ceased and instead he moved his lips across yours. He was deeper now, pressing into exactly the right place, desperately trying to pull another intense orgasm from you.

The shower was still running, the steam building in the confines of the cubicle. You would stay here forever if you could, just you and him in your own little world.

You were beginning to run out of breath though and you threw your head back against the wall, clenching around him as you came hard for the second time. His thrusts became sloppy, his grunts telling you he was getting closer to his own high. You dug your nails into his back as he continued to pound into you, fucking you harder and harder.

He let go of your legs and slid out of you, grasping his cock and pumping himself. Your feet landed on the floor of the shower safely, your back still against the wall, chest heaving. Thick white spurts came rippling across your stomach, Niall threw his head back as he wanked himself of the last of his release.

Watching him like this was definitely on par with watching him on stage, he had never looked better.

He let himself go and placed his hands on the wall, either side of your head. The spray of the shower was hitting the muscles across his back, bouncing across his shoulder blades, while he caught his breath and came back down.

"Cal, fuck you're incredible." He mumbled as he stood up straight. His hand cupped your face and when he kissed you, right in that exact moment you knew you were in trouble.

Part ten

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[meteora-writes]

Ok Since I noticed there wasn’t any, & since the show in s1 did kinda started out there, Request for High School Trick AU, it’s so intriguing, maybe with Troy being the new troubled transfer student w/ a shady past & being just removed from the ranch? Thanks :-D - Sarah

Sorry this took me so long, but here’s part one of the series

Out of The Dark

If there is one thing Nick Clark knows, it’s ‘at-risk youths’. He is one, after all. And one that has a way of sniffing out others and figuring out what makes them tick what motivates them and what they want out of life. Some he befriends, others he abandons quickly. Some brands of crazy just don’t mix, after all. And the last thing you want is a volatile mix. He’s been burned enough times now to know better.

So when a new kid appears in the halls of Paul R. Williams High School with hunched shoulders and one hell of a shiner surrounding his right eye with all the hidden charm of a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Well, Nick can’t help but be curious. His instincts telling him to check this guy out.

Nick doesn’t approach him right off the bat. Just kind of hang back in the halls between classes and observes him. They have Biology together, so he at least knows the guys’ name now. And that he’s apparently been “homeschooled” for most of his life and has an interest in science.

When they have to pair up for a project a week into Troy being there, Nick takes the opportunity and slides into the seat beside the taller boy, offering a charming smile to the blank look he gets in return. “Hi, I’m Nick,” he says as he offers a copy of their assignment worksheet.

“Troy,” he says carefully, taking the paper with one hand while the other tightly grips a pencil like a lifeline. His posture is hunched again, even though he usually seems to relax during class. Nick attributes it to having to interact with new people. Homeschooled kids never get enough social interaction.

“You really don’t want to be here, huh?” Nick can’t help but ask as he looks away. He doesn’t mean to make the kid uncomfortable, and he’ll play nice and be his normal chill self around him until given a reason to act otherwise.

“Got no choice,” Troy shrugs, trying for indifference but he’s still so tense that the motion fails horribly and is jerky and awkward. Nick tries not to find it oddly endearing, he really does.

“Sure you do, you could ditch. Or drop out,” Nick offers in return, lowering his voice when the others in the room start to quiet and work on their assignment.

“No, I can’t. Now shut up and work on the assignment,” Troy bites out harshly, surprising Nick. There’s a kind of quiet anger radiating from the other boy all of the sudden, and Nick makes a mental note to not push his luck.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want man.” Nick concedes, raising his hands in a placating manner before starting to move the items they need for the project around on the table. They barely talk for the rest of the class and Nick figures that’s that.

~~~~~

Or it was until the next day when Troy actually sits at Nick’s table at lunch. Nick usually sits with only a few people. Gloria and Calvin and one or two other kids to the whole picnic style metal table that can seat a dozen easily. Glo and Cal give Nick a questioning look, to which he just shrugs and goes back to eating his spaghetti. He isn’t going to pry. If the guy wants to sit with them who’s he to question it.. He isn’t sure what Troy is aiming to gain here, but he can wait and see.

“Hey,” Cal says despite the look Nick gives him that clearly reads ‘wtf dude, leave him alone?’.

Troy glances up from his meal to stare warily at their group. “Hey,” he greets back with a small wave of his fork before rather violently stabbing a meatball on his tray.

“You’re the new guy, Troy, right? What brings you here, Troy? Parent’s drag you here from another town?” Cal asks, all cheery and personable. He’s one of the better actors Nick knows. But from the looks of it, Troy isn’t buying the act.

“Moved in with my brother. Had to go to a school and this was the closest one to where we live.” Is the only answer they get before Troy drops his fork onto his tray and gets up to leave.

Once he’s gone the group trades looks of interest and confusion.

“Maybe something happened to his parents?” Glo guesses with a shrug before tucking a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear and looking in the direction the gangly brunet left.

“Maybe,” Cal agrees. “Or maybe he got in trouble with the cops and his parents kicked him out so he had to come to live with his brother. You saw the bruise on his eye when he got here, he has them all over. Saw hem all over his back when he was changing for gym the other day. Dude looks like he belongs in Fight Club.”

That gets a worried look from both Gloria and Nick. Both have been smacked around by their parents, and they know the kind of shit that can push you to do. Neither says anything though. Cal doesn’t get it. His family is great. A little poor. Which is why he started dealing. When things are bad he keeps Nick and Glo well supplied. But he doesn’t get their addiction or what it’s like to have a parent be so enraged that they just start hitting you.

To a degree, Gloria doesn’t entirely get it either. Her stepmother slapped her a few times over the years. Nothing like the beatings Nick’s taken when Madison is drunk or just plain furious for whatever reason.

The bell rings, bringing Nick back to reality and the clamor of trays and grumbling of kids who don’t want to go back to class. They don’t have any classes together that day, but Nick finds his mind wandering back to Troy Otto and what kind of secrets he must be keeping.

~~~~~

The next day Troy isn’t in their biology class, and the teacher doesn’t call his name at attendance, which means he either called out or switched classes. A quick glance at the class roster on the teachers’ desk when he goes up to, write on the board reveals that Troy called out for the rest of the week.

That strikes Nick as odd. Usually, if a student is sick they just do a mark meaning until further notice. The note beside his name clearly said out for x number of days. That detail nags at him the rest of the day. In fact, it nags at him to the point where he waits around after school to ‘catch a ride home with his mom’.

Which means he has an hour to sneak into the file room and find out what he can about Troy. Something doesn’t seem quite right here. The guy’s too quiet. And knowing what he does about the bruises and the flash of a temper he saw he wants to at least find out the other boys address so he can maybe walk by and maybe take a peak. See how he’s doing, maybe offer to go over what he missed in class if he gets caught in the neighborhood.

Picking the lock to the room he needs access to is ridiculously easy. The school is old and the locks are cheap. They may have gone all high tech with the metal detectors that are being installed, but they still lack security cameras in key areas, and they sure as hell haven’t upgraded the locks.

Slipping into the room, Nick lets the door close behind him with a soft clock. He doesn’t bother with the lights. Just uses his phone to see what he’s doing. The cabinets are alphabetized, so he just has to find O for Otto, Troy, and take a quick peek.

The quick peek turns into a full half hour sitting on the floor with his back to the cabinet as he reads and re-reads the few short pages in the folder. His school records go as far as third grade when he was referred to counseling for his issues interacting with other children. His father pulled him out to ‘home school’ him after that.

The next paper in the folder is a letter from a court in San Diego explaining that Troy comes from an abusive home and was never homeschooled as his father said he would be. He was raised in a hostile setting and was removed from the home when a raid was done by the FBI on their ranch to search for a stockpile of illegally gained guns and military equipment.

Troy was found in the basement with several bruises and was quickly taken to the hospital where they found evidence of past trauma and improperly healed broken bones. Residents of the ranch claimed not to know anything about the abuse, but his mother confessed to everything.

Troy’s legal guardian is his older brother, Jake, who is 8 years older and a lawyer. He has a house only a few blocks away from Nicks own.

A text causes Nick’s phone to buzz in his hand, shocking him out of the stupor he’s fallen into. He had to read the pages before him three times for it to make sense.

The text is from his mom, asking if he’s ready to leave. He shoots back a quick text of yes and he’ll meet her at the car.

It’s clear that he’s shaken when he gets into the car with Madison, and she turns to face him rather than starting the engine and leaving the parking space. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Blinking, Nick considers lying and saying it’s nothing, but he just doesn’t have it in him at the moment. “I’m just worried about a friend. Well, he’s not really a friend, he’s the new kid, Troy? He wasn’t in school today.”

A look of surprise flashes across Madison’s face before she turns back to face the wheel and start the car. “You don’t need to worry, he had somewhere to be today, but he’ll be back in a few days. I spoke to his brother this morning.”

His mom’s word don’t exactly do anything to ease his worries, and Nick sinks down into his seat and hugs his backpack to his chest as he looks out the window. He took a picture of Troy’s address with his phone, he could just go for a walk and take a look. See for himself that Troy is indeed fine.

“Don’t worry so much, Nick. Everything with Troy is going to be fine. You have my word,” Madison assures, her tone more counselor like than motherly. He hates when she talks like that.

“Yeah, right…” he agrees a beat later with a sigh. Her words just make him want to go even more.

Unfortunately, Alicia has other plans and demands that he helps her with her science project when he gets home. That eats up a good three hours, then dinner takes another, and by the time he’s able to slip away, it’s getting close to dark.

Lucky for him that just means Madison is out on a date with Travis until late and Alicia is busy with her homework, so he can easily slip out undetected.

The walk to Troy’s street doesn’t take long, maybe ten minutes, and what he sees when the house is finally in view is surprising. Troy is out in the driveway in a rumpled black suit, back to a silver pickup and looking very uncomfortable while a man who Nick assumes is Troy’s brother yells at someone over the phone from inside of their house. His figure clear through the large bay window.

For a moment Nick thinks he should turn tail and run, but then Troy spots him and it’s too late. The brunet looks confused a moment before stuffing his hands in his pockets and starting to walk down the block towards Nick.

He looks good, despite the yellow shadow of a still-healing bruise around his eye and across his cheekbone. “What are you doing here, Nicky?”

The question is a mix of curiosity and threat, though Nick isn’t really sure how it is, just that he feels vaguely threatened by it. “Needed to get out of the house for a while and walk around,” Nick says with a shrug. “What’s with the suit? Someone die?”

Troy actually flinches at the question, and Nick instantly regrets it.

“Shit, man, I was joking. Did someone actually die?”

Troy shakes his head before bringing a hand up to rub at his face tiredly, a gesture that makes him look much older than 17. “Not any time soon,” he grumbles before meeting Nick’s gaze, intense blue eyes meeting warm brown. “Look, I need to get outa here for a while. You know a place? Preferably without other people?”

The question has Nick taken aback for a moment and he only nods before pointing behind himself with his thumb and gesturing for Troy to follow. He does, and they walk in silence for a good three blocks before Troy speaks up.

“Your buddy Calvin is a real piece of work,” he notes, tone sounding much more chipper than Nick would expect from the air of tension hanging around the guy.

“What’d he do this time?” Nick asks cautiously. Cal can be a dumbass at times. And just as much of a gossip as Gloria.

That gets a snort out of Troy, who shakes his head like he can’t decide if he wants to elaborate or not. After a beat, he sighs and gives in. “He had the gall to follow me home the other day and ask why I’m so banged up and on edge all the time. Like my life is any of his damn business.”

Thinking about it, Nick isn’t surprised Cal did that. The guy likes to poke at people’s weaknesses. Find the cracks in them. If he can’t get you to trust him he does shit to make you think he’s just a curious idiot that didn’t mean anything by it. Nick doesn’t think Troy would buy that play for even a second.

“Cal’s an idiot. Just ignore him,” Nick says dismissively with a wave of his hand before stuffing it into his pocket. “Him and Glo like to know everybody’s business.”

“But not you?” Troy asks with a chuckle.

Nick rolls his eyes at that before pointing to an old blue house with peeling paint that’s surrounded by a fence and multiple signs saying it’s condemned. “Nah, man. If people wanna tell me what’s going on with them that’s cool, but I won’t push for info on something that’s none of my business.” It’s not a total lie. He’s curious as all hell, but he can feel the tension radiating from Troy, he’s a powder keg and Nick is a lit match. He knows better than to risk saying the wrong thing and set the other boy off.

His words seem to strike a chord with Troy, and he actually relaxes a little. “So what is this place?” he asks as they reach the fence and start to slink around towards the backyard, where there are a few loose boards hidden by a large bush that they have to crouch to get behind.

“It was some old couples house. They died about a year ago and their family found out the house had been falling apart of years when they flew out to try and sell it. They decided to have it torn down instead, but I guess it’s tied up in court or something and they can’t do anything until that’s all settled. So, for now, it’s where I go to get away from my family,” Nick explains as he holds the broken boards aside for Troy to slip into the yard first.

Troy gives him an odd look before climbing through the opening. A moment later Nick’s in behind him and quickly leading the way to the back door, which has a broken lock thanks to a crowbar Nick snagged from Travis’ truck one night.

Once they’re inside it’s a bit hard to see, most of the windows have been boarded up or painted over. Without thinking Nick reaches back and grabs hold of Troy’s wrist, causing the other boy to freeze on the spot. Nick let’s go a second later and turns to look at him. “Dude, sorry. Just try and relax, there are some weak boards in the floor and I was just going to help you avoid them.”

Nick can practically see the gears turning in Troy’s head for a long moment before he holds out his hand for Nick to take. Which he does, and he’s honestly surprised when Troy closes his fingers around Nick’s hand and holds on a bit tighter than necessary. His hands are rough, but warm, and Nick wonders if that’s something that will change now that he isn’t living on a ranch.

The back door opens into an old mud room and connects to the kitchen from there. Once they’re inside the actual house it’s easy to see why it’s going to be torn down. There are boards missing from the floor, panels gone from the ceiling, and something that looks like vines is growing up a wall from a crack at the bottom.

Troy holds onto Nick’s hand all the way into the living room, which has several pieces of plywood strewn about the floor to make it safe to walk on. The old owners’ furniture is still there, and there are two large overstuffed couches and an armchair to match. Nick leads Troy to the first couch and actually has to wiggle his fingers to remind the other boy they’re holding hands still and get him to let go.

To his credit, Troy looks embarrassed and ducks his head sheepishly before taking a seat on the end of the couch in front of him. “So, what do you usually do while you’re hiding away here?”

“Smoke weed and listen to music,” Nick admits with a smirk as he flops down onto the opposite end of the couch to stare at Troy, who looks a bit surprised.

“Got a bit of a drug problem, Nicky?” Troy asks, tone teasing.

That makes Nick snort a laugh before he stretches out on the couch with his feet just shy of touching Troy’s leg. “Depends who you talk to, but basically, yeah. I’m an addict. Been to rehab twice for heroin. The pot is nothing, it’s just what I do when I’m trying to stay clean.”

The wide-eyed look Troy is giving makes Nick want to laugh and maybe ask if he’s alright. “I get the feeling you’ve never met anyone like me before, have you, Troy?”

Clearing his throat, Troy shakes his head and shifts in his seat to better face Nick, one leg pulled up onto the couch and an arm over the backrest. “What got you started?” It’s a simple question, but a loaded one. Too many ways to answer and too many ways things could be taken wrong.

“Well, if you ask my therapist it’s because I was born this way and was basically doomed to start using thanks to genetics and stupidity.” It’s true, that’s basically what he’s been told. Though when he says what he knows triggered his first decision to use, nobody has really believed him yet. His home life is too perfect despite his father dying in a car accident.

“Sounds like bullshit,” Troy chuckles. “Tell me what made you start using, not the reasons some crackpot therapist came up with. Don’t give me the psychoanalyzed version of the truth.”

That has Nick taken aback for a second. Nobody’s ever wanted him to really explain. Not even Glo or Cal. They just think his home life sucks and his mom smacks him once in a while. “Real deal? My mom’s abusive and I kind of think she’s the reason my dad died. But everyone thinks she’s this saint of a woman that lost a husband and has a problematic junkie son. Now can we talk about something else? This shit is too heavy.”

Troy actually laughs at Nick’s bluntness and leans back so he’s resting against the arm of the couch. He eyes Nick in a way that Nick can’t decipher for a brief moment before his gaze slips around the dimly lit room. “Can we get some more light in here?’

Chuckling, Nick gets up and wanders over to where a box is sitting beside the armchair. Inside are all the things he keeps there for his alone time. A dozen candle filled mason jars that are painted different colors to make the place feel more comfortable, his spare junky old brick of an iPod, and a few things of canned soda and various snacks.

He takes a few jars out and brings them over to the coffee table before fishing a book of matches out of his pants pocket and striking one. When he looks up Troy’s watching with one eyebrow raised as he carefully lights the candles in each jar and gets them arranged on the table to create a glowing rainbow of sorts. “Gotta have the right mood when you’re getting high. Nothing sucks more than the vibe of a place bringing you down.”

Troy gives a slight nod at that. “I’ll take your word for it…” he drawls, a hint of an accent that Nick had noted before growing stronger.

“Dude, I gotta ask, where are you from? You mostly sound like you’re from somewhere in Cali, but then there are times when you have like a hint of a southern accent thrown in.” It’s been bugging Nick since the day he first heard Troy speak in the halls.

“Two hours east of San Diego,” Troy grumbles as he shifts on the couch so he can kick off his shoes and loosen his tie. “Grew up on a ranch. Picked the accent up from the workers and my dad.”

Nodding, Nick looks around the room to see if he’s missed anything. “Are you hungry? I’ve got some chips ‘n stuff kicking around. I might even have some cookies left.”

Troy snorts at the offer. “I’m good. Think I just need to lay back and pretend the world doesn’t exist for a while,” he admits with a tired sigh. In that moment he once again looks much older than 17, and Nick really wants to do something to help. Nobody their age should look like they have the world on their shoulders.

“You like music?” Nick finds himself asking as he wanders back over to his box of goodies and snatches up his iPod, along with a few cans of ginger ale and the big bag of Doritos he stashed there a few days ago.

“You like breathing?” Troy counters with a small scoff as he stretches out on the couch, his long frame taking up most of it. He’s tall, at least two or three inches taller than Nick, and Nick is almost six feet and supposedly still growing.

Nick rolls his eyes but says nothing as he tosses the bag of Doritos on the floor right where two couches meet at the armrests and sets the sodas on the corner of the coffee table that’s easily within reach. Kicking off his own shoes and flops down onto the other couch so his head is on end closest to Troy’s. “Here,” he says, holding out one earbud for the other boy to take.

After a moment’s hesitation Troy takes it and examines it briefly before popping it into his left ear. Nick does the same with his right and after a moment’s scrolling through his options, he puts on a playlist of the heavier songs he has. He figures Troy can appreciate them, seeing as the guy has a Rise Against bumper sticker on the truck that he’s fairly certain is his and not his lawyer brothers.

The first song to come on is Attack by Thirty Seconds to Mars, and Troy makes a little surprised sound at it but doesn’t comment on the music otherwise.

They spend a good hour laying like that, Troy occasionally asking what song is playing while they munch on Doritos and drink room temperature soda.

Eventually Troy gets a text from his brother asking where he is and if he’s okay. He reluctantly texts that he’s fine and is just out walking with a classmate and he’ll be home soon. “I need to get headed,” he grumbles as he removes the bud from his ear and holds it out for Nick to take.

“Yeah? You want me to walk you back?” Nick asks, already clocking off the old iPod and winding the cord of the earbuds around the bulk of it as he sits up.

Troy looks conflicted, glancing between Nick and is phone a few times before nodding. “Sure,” is all he says as he stands and slips his shoes back on.

Nick says nothing as Troy grabs his hand on the way out, he did say he’d guide the other boy through the house earlier, and it is dark. If Nick lets himself enjoy it a little that’s nobody’s business but his own, and he finds himself missing the warmth just a little when they’re outside and Troy hesitantly let’s go as they walk through the tall grass of the back yard.

Soon they’re walking down the sidewalk in the direction of Troy’s house, bodies close enough that they bump shoulders now and then. There’s still a tension to how Troy carries himself, but he’s more relaxed than Nick has seen him in the week the other boy has been attending the same school as him. It feels like some kind of victory that he’s the reason why.

When they reach Troy’s block he pauses, and Nick turns back to look at him in the glow of the street light. “Listen, I really appreciate you taking me to your secret hangout for a few hours. I needed that.”

Nodding, Nick stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives a small smile. “No problem, man. You’re welcome to go back and hang if you need to get away for a while. You’ll have to bring your own tunes though, I need to charge my iPod.”

That gets a chuckle out of Troy, who nods and steps forward to place a hand on Nick’s shoulder before he passes. “I think we can be friends now,” he says in a warm tone that gets Nick laughing.

“Yeah, man, we’re friends. Which means if Calvin is a dick again let me know and I’ll deck him for you,” Nick offers as he turns to watch Troy as he walks away.

“I’d pay to see that,” Troy calls out without looking back. “Good night, Nicky. Be seein’ you.”

“Night, Troy,” Nick calls after as he turns and starts to walk in the direction of his own home.

He goes back to the abandoned house the next night, not surprised when Troy showed up not even half an hour later with what appears to be a shiny new iPod full of music and a bag of snacks that he drops into Nick’s supply bo,x without a word.

They take up the same positions as the night before, Troy sprawled on one couch while Nick is sprawled on another. Troy occasionally asking if Nick has heard of this band or this song that his brother loaded onto his iPod for him.

It becomes an almost nightly occurrence. Nick sneaking out to chill for a few hours and Troy showing up not long after. Eventually, they end up on the same couch, both still laying down but with their feet up by the others sides as Nick smokes a joint and tells Troy about what he’s missed at school the last few days.

He doesn’t pry about what Troy is going through, and Troy doesn’t share any details. Just says one night he’s been getting dragged to court with his brother for family stuff. Nick tosses him a bag of mini snickers and asks if he wants to lie to his brother and Nick’s mom and just crash there for the night. It’s Saturday. No court or school the next day. So no reason to go home if they don’t’ want to.

It only takes a few moments for Troy to give a slight nod and pull out his phone, calling Jake and asking if he can crash at his buddy Nick’s house for the night and explaining they only live a few blocks away so it’s not like he’s far if Jake needs him.

His brother agrees readily and actually encourages Troy to ask to do so more often.

Nick isn’t honestly expecting Madison to agree, in which case he’ll go home for an hour before sneaking out his window. When he gets a text back saying to have fun and call if he needs anything he lets out a manic sounding laugh that gets Troy looking at him like he’s grown a second head.

“What’s so funny, Nicky?” Troy asks as he pokes Nick in the ribs with his toes.

“My mom actually agreed. The only place she’s ever okay with me staying is Calvin’s house. And that’s because we’ve been friends since we were 7 years old.” Nick admits with another chuckle.

“She probably figures you won’t try and pull anything since my brother is a lawyer,” Troy wagers with a grin. “So, do you have blankets stashed somewhere around here?”

Rolling his eyes, Nick drags himself up to sitting and takes another hit from his neglected joint before standing and wandering over to the stairs that go up to the second floor. He hops over the few broken ones, minding the loose nails here and there and the broken bit of banister before reaching the top. There are several boxes in each room, and it’s easy to find the boxed up blankets that were left behind.

He returns downstairs a moment later with the roach of his nearly gone joint between his lips and an arm full of puffy blankets. “You want a pillow too or are you good?” Nick asks, words a little muffled from the way he speaks without opening half his mouth to keep from dropping the last of his weed on the blankets in his arms.

“I’m good, but I’ll settle for a lullaby since you don’t seem like the type to read me a story,” Troy jokes as he reaches out and takes one of the blankets from Nicks grasp. It isn’t really cold in here at night, but it’s easier to sleep with a blanket and Nick gets that.

“Sorry, fresh out of lullabies. Lucky you, you brought that nice new iPod to listen to,”  Nick says in mock sweetness as he stubs out the end of his roach and moves to get situated on the other couch with his own blanket.

Snorting a laugh, Troy doesn’t argue as he shakes out the blanket he’s been given and covers his legs with it. Things between them fall silent again and both men lay in the near dark as the candles Nick lit early slowly burn out in the multi-colored jars.

Nick thought for sure that Troy was already asleep as he starts to doze, but soft words draw him back to consciousness.

“Hey, Nick…” he pauses and waits for Nick to hum in acknowledgment before continuing.”y’know before, when you said your mom’s abusive? So’s mine. And my dad. S’why I’ve been goin’ to court ‘n why I was beat to crap when I first got here. They took me away and brought me to live with Jake after keeping me in a hospital for a week to make sure I wasn’t majorly fucked up after ten years of being a punching bag.”

Nick stays silent for a long moment, unsure of what to say at first. “I’m glad you got out, man. I like having you around.”

“… Yeah, I like havin’ you around too…” troy agrees, tone showing how close he is to sleep. There’s a sound of shifting fabric, probably Troy rolling over or something. And that’s the last thing heard before they both nod off.

~~~~~

Nick isn’t sure what wakes him, he just knows it’s still dark and he’s not anywhere near ready to be awake. He’s about to roll over and go back to sleep when he hears the unmistakable sound of a whimper.

“Troy?” He asks blearily as he rolls onto his back and forces himself to sit up despite the heaviness in his sleep addled body. When there’s no response he reaches out and grabs his phone off the coffee table. Hitting the power button casts the room in a faint glow and it’s just enough for him to see that Troy is tangled in his blanket and looking miserable. Most likely from a nightmare.

“Hey, Troy, wake up,” he says it louder this time, and the other boy jumps awake with a start, clearly not recognizing his surroundings in the low light. “Dude, you’re alright, it was just a dream,” Nick offers softly, not wanting to startle him further.

“Yeah… Right…” Troy says, sounding a little out of breath and shaky.” Right… Yeah… I’m good. Sorry.”

Considering his options, Nick decides to go with his big-brother instinct here and kicks off his own blanket before standing and stretching with a jawn. “Move over,”

That gets Troy’s head snapping around to look over at Nick in the dim light still being cast by his phone screen. “You’re kidding.”

“I don’t kid about things like this. You had a nightmare and I know from experience going back to sleep after one is either a major bitch and takes forever, or you nod right off and go right back into it. So the best thing to do is not sleep alone. Now move over, dumbass. Or I’ll shove you over,” Nick reasons as he moves so he’s standing by the middle of Troy’s couch.

It’s hard to make out his expression in the dim light, but Troy’s studying Nick with an unreadable one for a good long moment before he sighs and shifts on the couch so his lithe frame is pressed to the back cushions. He rolls so his back is to Nick, which makes the shorter boy snort before he carefully climbs onto the couch behind him and gets situated under the blanket.

It’s a little awkward and takes them a bit to figure out how to lay, but eventually, they end up with both of them using Nick’s bent arm as a pillow, as Nick wraps the other around Troy’s waist and lets his hand sort of loosely hold Troy’s shirt.

“This good?” Nick asks, still tired but also nervous. He’s curled up like this with Cal before. But doing so with Troy is sending his heart racing in his chest like it’s looking for an exit.

“… Yeah… This is good… Thanks, Nicky,” Troy mutters softly,

Nick doesn’t respond, doesn’t trust himself not to say something stupid or give away how he’s feeling all of a sudden with the other boy in his arms.

Sleep comes again for Troy quickly, but Nick finds himself lying away for a while longer just listening to him breathe softly. At one point Troy snuffles in his sleep and nuzzles into Nick’s arm as he leans back into him a bit.

It’s warm and comfortable, and eventually, the pounding of Nick’s heart slows and he joins Troy in sleep. Neither of them says anything about Troy’s nightmare in the morning, but Troy does give Nick this smile that’s honest to god the most breathtaking look Nick has ever been on the receiving end of and it’s all he can do not to kiss Troy then and there.

He wants to. But he’s not ready for that. And he knows Troy sure as hell isn’t either, assuming he even swings that way.

But then again, Troy grabs his hand once more as they make to leave in the morning, and he doesn’t let go until they’re at the fence. They part ways on the other side, Nick promising to come by and help Troy with his homework that afternoon and Troy promising to not fall asleep on him when they get to the boring shit.

Things go on like this for a few more weeks. Meeting up at the old house to get away for a while and just be in each others company. They crash there at least one night each weekend, Now with Nick and Troy curling up on the same couch like it’s the most natural thing in the world to go to sleep in each other’s arms.

It’s more than friendship, but not something they talk about or try to define. It works for them. And it makes the hell of Troy’s family drama and the hassles of being a junior in high school bearable. Nick doesn’t even want to do drugs when Troy is around, except for a joint here and there.

Nick thinks their time together is having a positive impact on Troy as well. He starts to be more relaxed at school. Actually talking to people and coming out of his shell more. He still has that little flame of rage hiding inside him that comes out when someone crosses him, but he’s also charming, and quick-witted. Nick’s initial thought of the other boy being a wolf in sheep’s clothing was right. And god help him if he doesn’t love it.

Troy Otto coming to Paul R Williams High School might just be the best thing to happen in either of their lives. And their time there together is far from over.

#trick #Nick x Troy #pre-slash #high school au #First Meetings #so much fluff #angst #fluff

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Guardians (M)

Purge AU

1. Revenge - Kyungsoo | 2. Guardians - Sehun | 3. Coming soon |

Oh Sehun, the younger adoptive brother of Junmyeon, spends his Purge nights protecting the clinic they put on every year for innocent people. His past is dark, not wanting to remember it. Every year he wants to make people like that asshole pay. 

And he does, all the while shuffling people who are hurt into their little clinic so his brother and the few people they trust can patch them up and give them a safe haven from the night. Sehun was the muscle, listening to her over the comms as she takes out threats before they can get close and tell him about people needing help. She’s always there, his best friend. He saved her when they were young, and they’ve been together ever since. She also helps protect the clinic, an excellent sharpshooter and quick witted.

Their night starts like any other, proving the meaning of their friends with benefits relationship before getting ready to stay up all night and save people. Then things go horribly wrong, and Sehun has to face someone he wishes died long ago to keep her alive. His nightmares back. Can Sehun face them to save her?

Genre: Action

Word count: 9.2K

A/N: Trigger warnings for sexual assault, rape, child abuse, pedophilia, non con/ dub con, death, blood, guns, knives. Seriously, if these trigger you, DO NOT READ.

Sehun lights a cigarette, blowing out the smoke as the news on the TV keeps talking. He rolls his eyes, sitting on the curb. He holds the bottle of beer in his hand, taking a sip of it as he waits. The news croons on about the Purge tonight, telling everyone to either keep in doors or, if they want, go out and exercise their rights. The freedom to act like a goddamned maniac once a year.

Wonderful.

Last year, Sehun did what he’s been doing since Mr. Kim took him in. Help with the family run clinic. Mr. Kim died, and Junmyeon, his adopted older brother, took control. He’s a doctor, so it makes sense. Sehun, on the other hand, spent his time in fight clubs and training in a little bit of martial arts. Their mutual friend, Kyungsoo, taught him how to shoot and how to use a knife. Trained him to be much like himself.

Except Sehun doesn’t have an off switch for his emotions. He feels them all the time. Constantly. Something, he thinks, that he picked up from Junmyeon. His step brother was the most caring man he knows. Because of this, he’s perfected the blank, emotionless face. Keeping things bottled up until he can let it out on some assholes trying to hurt innocent people wanting some help. So, tonight, he’ll be looking out for people who try to attack their one day only clinic. He wants to make sure everyone is safe from the sick fucks who love the Purge. If he didn’t have Junmyeon in his life, he could have became one of those people. Sehun doesn’t like to think about it, though.

If anything, Sehun should be glad he only has to deal with sick freaks only once a year anymore. Visions from the past in his mind, like they always were this time of year. That basement. The knife in his small hands as he carves the letters into skin. The feeling of that man over him, smiling as he cried and cried. His begging and pleading falling on deaf ears.

Sehun closes his eyes, pinching his own arm as he tried to focus on anything but that. “It’s been almost twenty years,” He mumbles to himself, opening his eyes and seeing the ashes from the cigarette fall. “Get over it,” He says to himself. Purge day causes him to smoke. Every other day he’s fine, but today, his nerves are shot to hell. A nervous tick that he couldn’t stop.

A car stops in front of him. He looks up, seeing Kyungsoo in the driver’s seat. Sehun drops his cigarette, standing and putting it out with his heel. He downs the rest of the beer, throwing it to the trash can that was close by before getting in the SUV.

He looks up, seeing Kyungsoo in the driver’s seat. His hair growing out again, as he puts the car into drive. The woman beside him smiles at Sehun, a small wave. Sehun smiles back, happy that she was fine. Last year she hired Kyungsoo to kill the people who took and killed her kid. Sehun thought she wouldn’t survive the night. Nice to be wrong, since she’s smart and very helpful.

“I take it the two of you will be on watch,” Kyungsoo asks, looking at the younger man through the rear view briefly.

Sehun’s mind goes to his best friend. Known each other for years. He nods, “Yeah. Of course. Where else would we be?”

“I’m still shocked she isn’t sick of you yet,” He says, shaking his head.

Sehun agrees. After all, while they both were involved with fighting and getting the shit kicked out of them, she managed to get herself mostly together. Sehun works as security for some rich fucks in town. A pair of friends who own a multi billion dollar company selling who knows what. Park Chanyeol and Kim Jongin. Countless times has Sehun had to save them. He always told them that, on Purge night, they have to find someone else. They respect that, thankfully, and choose to leave the country to avoid the day. They’ve sent him pictures of themselves in Paris. He would smile, happy knowing they are safe. They’re good people.

Unlike him, she did something more with her life. She managed to get a job where she can stay at home and provide tech services. She went to college and got a degree in the city two years after they met. Sehun stayed in the shadows and won fighting competitions.

Everyone they knew had a feeling about how they are with one another. When they weren’t practicing or playing video games, they were tangled up in one another, mouths drowning in each other’s moans. For ten years they’ve know each other. Sehun was seventeen when they met. She was average height, but back then she was small and scared. Weak.

Now, not so much. She was dangerous, in more ways than one. He smirks, thinking about their little habits and how they have built their lives around one another. After the first year, they started call one another names. Sehun was Bitch, and she was Cunt. She picked the names out while completely drunk off her ass one night and they just stuck. Sehun wouldn’t have called her that if she wasn’t fine with it, after all. She was a burning light in this place. A sun surrounded by people who were nothing. Black holes trying to end her wonderful and bright light. She deserve better. But he knows she won’t leave.

He can’t help but feel as if he is holding her back, in that regard. Because of that, he can’t let himself fall deeper for her. All he sees in his dreams is her smirk. Her black hair and her light blue eyes. They way she looks when she’s asleep, peaceful. Beautiful. He holds himself back. He tastes the forbidden fruit, but never bites it. Never truly has it. That’s all he needs, because he knows that there will come a time when she finally sees she’s worth so much more than this. And Sehun will stand there, waving bye and let her go because he knows that she is like a bird. Free, and shouldn’t be caged by anything, least of all by him.

It hurts, but he knows that it’s what she deserves.

He leans back into the seat, letting out a sigh as he closes his eyes, letting him have a few moments to peace before the night.

I walk down the hall, my ragged canvas shoes squeaking. The apartment building wasn’t bad, but not exactly the best neighborhood. Drug deals common in the alley beside it, a few gang members with a ‘safe house’ a floor below. I don’t know why Sehun insists on living here, but who am I to judge. Granted, he isn’t here often. It’s not unusual for me to wake up and see him beside me on my bed or, if he’s too tired, on the couch in my living room. I’ve offered him the spare room, so that we could be room mates, multiple times but he say no every time. 

It’s not that I was scared of him living here. He can handle himself. After all, Kyungsoo taught him everything he knows. I just don’t think living there, alone, is good for him. He can try to hide it all he wants, but I know he has nightmares. Often. Sometimes he’s woken me up screaming. I had to shake him awake as he would gasp, breathing deeply like someone was trying to suffocate him. 

He needed therapy, that much was certain. But he would never agree to it. I’ve brought it up, but he shot it down. So, instead, when he is next to me when he wakes, I try to distract him however I can from whatever it is that still haunts him. Most of the time we just talk. Very rarely is it with sex, but when it is, it’s not like the other times. After nightmares, he’s so... soft. Kind. Treating me more like the woman he loves than the woman he comes to for a quick fuck. and every time, I’m left wondering why it can’t be like that more often. Why can’t he show me those feelings and mean them.

I roll my eyes, shoving my thoughts out of my mind. My black hair loose, as I knock quickly on the door. Time is running out, and I don’t need these thoughts clouding my judgement tonight of all nights. The bag on my shoulder heavy, with the clothes I’ll wear tonight while we keep watch and the weapons I’ll use to defend the clinic. Hair ties around my wrist, ready to keep my hair out of my eyes. There was always this sense of unease I had today, before it starts.

This was usual. This is what happens every year today. A bit of fun first before getting serious and working to protect the clinic at night. Once the chime happens a second time, signaling the end of the Purge,  a coma for the next day or two. The door opens, Sehun standing there. His shirt off, showing off his very toned and scared chest. Tattoos inked on his tan skin. A skull on his upper arm, and a dagger on his forearm, and a small rose on his right index finger. On his chest was tally marks. Each one for every Purge since he was eight, he told me. Never explained more than that, though I think it has something to do with the nightmares.

His hands pull me towards him, lips immediately on mine, all tongue. I close my eyes, trying to wall up my feelings and just take this at face value. Sex. Just sex. The best dicking I ever get (Not that I’d ever tell him that), but no romance, no love, just lust. He picks me up, kicking the door closed. His lips soft as his kiss was anything but.

This has been our relationship since we met. Ten years ago, Sehun saved me from some awful people and took me to his brother. We’ve been best friends ever since. I remember that day clearly. My then crush tricked me to go out with him that night. He brutally murdered his teacher, and I ran from him. He was covered in her blood, hands all over me as he tried to release the pent up rage even more. So I left him, running into the night completely defenseless. I was fifteen, alone and some disgusting asshole tried to rape me. Thankfully, Sehun got there before anything could happen. He looked so young then, even if he was two years older than me. God, how time has past.

His fingers dig into my thighs as I pull at his white hair, moaning in his mouth. My tongue meeting his with as much desperate need as he did, though I would never say it. My body lights with a fire every time he touches me, and it hurts, knowing it wasn’t the same for him.

I smirk against his lips, “Someone’s needy. Can’t get laid without me lately?” I pull my shirt off over my head, tossing it to the side. I wanted his skin on my skin now, I want that fire to come over me and turn me to ash. Overload my emotions now so that, when the time comes, I will be able to pull the trigger easily.

“Will you just shut up and let me fuck you,” He growls, biting into my shoulder. The pain made me groan, rolling my hips into his body. His voice like this always makes me wet. He doesn’t have to try to turn me on anymore. He doesn’t even know the effect he has on me, how strong it is. Seeing him like this is a blessing and a curse.

Oh Sehun is a handsome man, easy on the eyes. He’s tempting, like that piece of cake you know you shouldn’t have, but you take a bite anyways. Women all over town wanting to get a piece of him, but he never seeks them out. A lot of men, too. Seems like Sehun is attractive to people from all walks of life. There’s something thrilling knowing that, even if this relationship is purely sexual, he’s loyal in the sense he doesn’t fuck about with other people. It makes me proud, that it’s only me. I’m the only one who get’s his hands on me, his head between my thighs and his cock in me. They all try, but he only goes to me.

“Don’t like be bringing up your lack of game, huh,” I mumble, quickly biting into his shoulder, hearing him hiss in my ear. I make fun of him to keep myself from muttering my true feelings for him. It’s all a carefully placed defense mechanism.

“Like you’re any better,” He says, pushing me down onto his bed as he crawls over me. “You come to me to get dick constantly,” He mutters, grinding his hips to mine.

It’s true. He only goes to me, and I only go to him. I make up all the excuses, but the truth is, I don’t want anyone besides him. Besides, why would I want some dude who only care about his own pleasure that doesn’t know what the fuck a clit is? Pass.

The moan left me before I could stop it. He was hard already, like he’s been waiting all day for this too. “It’s because you’re easy, babe,” I say with a smile, reaching behind me and taking my bra off. He quickly pulls it away, tossing it to the side of his room. His eyes over my skin, his gaze hungry. I smirk at this, “Why work for it when I can just walk in and have your face between my legs in seconds?”

“You fucking cunt,” He mutters, teeth biting into the side of one of my breasts as he’s pulling down my sweats and panties down my legs quickly. This was our usual. Fast. Hard. Practically primal. And god did it feel so fucking good.

“Love you too, bitch,” I say, smiling as I lay back against his bed. If I say it sarcastically, he will never believe it if I just outright say it accidentally one day. Or, that’s the hope. I smile, watching him move down and feeling his tongue already licking my center. My hand in his hair, pulling it as he eats me like he’s starving. My heart racing, holding onto him as his fingers slip into me. “Fuck, Sehun,” I moan, arching my back. The feeling of everything he does to me seems magnified at all times.

“That’s the point, idiot,” He mutters quickly, before getting back to it.

That’s how our relationship is. We’re best friend who constantly mock one another while… well, fucking. The fucking part started a little after I turned seventeen. I don’t even know how it happened, all I know is that once it started, it never stopped. My thoughts pulled away from the past, feeling his fingers touch me in the best of ways. His tongue was merciless, licking and sucking at my clit while his fingers were moving in and out, making me lose myself in the feeling. He’s so in tune with my body I was already cumming around his fingers in a few minutes, groaning and moaning as he moves, licking his lips as he smirks, looking proud.

“If anyone is easy, it’s you,” He says with a smirk, “Look how quick I can make you cum, after all.”

His sweatpants were discarded as I move, getting on my knees. A hear him put on the condom, as I just arched my back, “Hurry, bitch, I won’t wait all day!”

“You’d never find someone else who can fuck you like I can, Cunt,” He growls, pushing into me without warning. I moan, my arms feeling weak as he pulls out and slams into me.

I smile, hearing the nickname he calls me. “Bitch, you ain’t special,” I moan, falling to my elbows. A hard thrust has me moaning unabashedly, my eyes rolling back with a smile.

“Hard to take you seriously when you keep moaning like that,” He growls, thrusting into me harder.

I ignore him, closing my eyes and clutching onto his blanket. This is how it was. A few jabs before we just lose ourselves in the feeling. I moaned loudly as he hit me just right, my body completely ignited from the sensation. I roll my eyes, hearing his neighbor bang on the wall. I smile, putting my hands on the headboard in order to push back so I stop sliding up the bed. I make no move to quiet myself, feeling Sehun’s hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me back forcefully as his hips slapped against me.

Banging on the wall happened again, a woman’s voice on the other side complaining.

“Get some dick of your own and shut up,” I yell, hearing Sehun laugh at that.

“If you weren’t, Uh,” He says, groaning momentarily, “Screaming like a slut, it would be fine!”

“Shut up and fuck, Bitch,” I moan out, arching my back just right.

Sehun moves quicker, knowing we have limited time. He groans, putting all his strength into fucking me into the mattress. It didn’t take long for Sehun to get me there again. I yell, nails digging into the headboard, the fire turning into an inferno. Soon it was too much, very sensitive as I was panting at the feeling. I couldn't stop the sounds if I wanted to, it felt too good. He groans, as I feel him still before he falls next to me.

I look over, seeing him breathing heavily. He looks amazing like this. For a moment, nothing is wrong. Everything is fine and he’s just a man who just had some mindless sex. Like, if only for a moment, his thoughts were put on pause. Sweat on his skin as he smiles, letting out a small laugh. I smile, feeling my heart clench.

Just like it always does.

Our relationship is purely friends with benefits. We are best friends, who fuck occasionally. Often. Problem is, I’ve had feelings for this bitch for ages. Thankfully I am able to keep it contained. After all, Sehun isn’t the type for relationships. Unless mostly sexual, that is. He doesn’t let himself get close to people. Romantic relationship is out of the question for sure. It doesn’t stop me from wanting it, though. Sometimes I think I should end this sexual side of our relationship, but I know I’m already too far gone for it to matter.

“Come on,” He says, “We have to shower and get ready.”

“Only if you let sit on your dick again after,” I say with a smirk, looking over at him and winking.

“You talk like that and then say you’re not obsessed with my dick,” He mutters, smirking before sitting up.

“Your dick is nice. Somehow you’ve been blessed with an amazing cock, but that’s not it. The rest of you is the problem,” I say, laughing as I see his face. “Come on. We need to get out there before the time starts. After all, I think your neighbor will actually kill us if we stay.”

We showered quickly, hands off one another as we are running out of time. We got dressed in our black clothes quickly. My hair in a braid as I get my rifle, making sure it’s ok. A knife in my boot and a pistol at my hip. A pair of goggles I stole to give me some thermal vision that I can turn off an on.

“Junmyeon put a portable heater up there for you,” Sehun says, pulling on his jacket. “Your little nest. The water tower has been turned into a little fort for you.”

I smile, “Nice to know. Gets cold up there every fucking year.”

He arms himself, multiple knives and hidden guns. He glances over, eyes worried as he buckles a gas mask to his side. A few years ago someone had some gas bomb that almost gave him lung problems. Now, he’s careful. “You don’t have to do this,” He says.

I roll my eyes. Every year this happens. “I know. But I owe that clinic my life. I owe you my life. So I’m going to protect both. Period.”

“Worth a shot,” He says, rolling his eyes.

“What is Kyungsoo and his boo doing this year,” I ask, looking up at Sehun.

“She’s helping Junmyeon. He’s doing whatever he usually does. Thankfully this time in this city. He’s a bit nervous after last year.”

I put on my gloves, before seeing Sehun hand me his AR. I take it, putting it over my shoulder as we walk down the hall. The motorcycle he owns was nice, as he holds the handles and I get on after him, helmets on. I clutch onto his leather jacket as we go, heading to the clinic.

The city was eerily empty. Sehun driving though open roads with no one there. I cling to him, holding on as I look at all the businesses that have boarded up their windows or have hired security for the night. I see a mother dragging her child in as they cried, trying to explain to them that it was for their own good. The streets were clean and soon, rivers of blood will be flowing. I close my eyes, trying not to think about what will be inevitable.

We got there, Junmyeon already there, taking inventory. He looks up, smiling. “Hey,” He says, placing his clipboard down on the table. “The walkie talkies are in the other room on the charger. Headsets there too. Figured you both have earned them after years of this.”

“Fucking finally,” I say with a grin, pushing Sehun’s AR into his chest before walking into the room. He just scoffs, following after me. I smile, my rifle over my shoulder as I take one, putting it in my pocket. The headset  plugging an ear, the small mouthpiece hanging down like a mic a singer would wear. I put in on, nodding. “Channel three?”

“Like always,” Sehun says, putting his own. Junmyeon also had one on him at all times, though with no head set. He looks at me. “Be careful, watch the fire escape.”

“Sure,” I say with a nod, “You be careful, too. Don’t die on me, Bitch.”

“I don’t plan on it, Cunt,” He says with a smile. A quick hug, like normal. I let myself enjoy this. Enjoy these like it could be my last one, because you never know. It was far too short, though. We pulled away and we were off. I climb the stairs, getting to the roof with ease. The wind up here was not bad, gentle breeze, but it will effect all my shots. I climb the water tower, see a newly made door in it. Open it, seeing a wooden floor made. Large cut outs of every side so I can see the surrounding area. A chair so I can sit and watch, but with wheels so I can kick it away and get ready to fire when I need. A small, propane heater that I turn on with a smile.

I put my goggles on, looking around. A pair of earmuffs over, to protect my ears from the gun sounds. All I would be able to hear is muffled gunshots and Sehun in my ear. I see Sehun on the opposite roof, waving. “I see you,” I say, “This year no fucker is getting in.”

“Agreed,” He says, nodding.

The system is in place, and we hear the warning sirens. It’s begun.

Sehun stays there, taking a walk around the building every hour, just to see if someone is too close for comfort. I shoot anyone who looks like a threat. Seems like Kyungsoo and Sehun have installed the lights on every alley that leads close. Easier to see if they’re hurt or not.

I look carefully, watching as I see a few men about a mile away. If they get any closer, I’ll shoot, as I watch them stab into someone. “That sick gang is around,” I mutter.

“They always are,” Sehun replies. “Every time I kill one of them, they always die asking me about my girlfriend.” I hear him huff.

My heart clenches at that, trying to ignore it as I see people running for their lives a bit away.

“As if any of those asshole could hurt you. Your smarter and have a way better right hook.” I smile hearing that. It makes my heart flutter when he complements me, even if it’s something like that. “Be careful,” He says, “You know how they are, once your in their sights, they won’t rest.”

“They’ll get a bullet in the face before they reach me,” I mutter, smirking. I stop, seeing a man holding an ax chasing a girl. “Gesture street, little girl. If he doesn’t get her before he’s close enough, I’m shooting him. Take her to the clinic?”

“I will,” He says, as I see him out of his seat and quickly going down the fire escape.

I smirk, getting his head in my sight. The wind will move the bullet slightly to the left before the building can shield it. I adjust, taking a deep breath. I exhale, pulling the trigger with ease.

The loud crash of the shot was dull to me due to the ear muffs. Specifically designed for gun shooting. After all, I wanted my eardrums in tact, thank you very much. The gun kicking back as I told it with experience. I see the man on the ground, head a mess as the little girl turns, crying. Just then, Sehun picks her up, putting a hand over her mouth.

“Listen, you’re safe, I promise,” He mutters quietly, trying not to draw any attention to them. He kept the line open on his side so I could hear everything, just to be sure. “I’m going to take you to a doctor, ok? He’ll make sure you’re ok. After, we’ll find your parents.”

I see the figure nod. I switch the channel of my walkie talkie to the channel to talk to Junmyeon, “A little girl, five or six. A few cuts, but over all fine. Sehun is coming in with her.”

“Thank you,” He says, as I see another hurt person hobble into the door. Starting early, I suppose.

After dropping her off, Sehun does his check, an I have to shoot another two people. That was the night, for the most part. Same as always, save for last year. Sehun was busy, quickly moving, ignoring a small cut to his face that Junmyeon quickly put a band-aid over.

Hours pass, and I only have to shoot a few people. They’ve seem to caught on quickly at the deal. Sehun would be up and down all night, helping people get to the clinic safely as I kept a close watch on it all. I stretch, watching him go down and check an alley close by. I see him, crouching, looking down the walk away, “I can’t see there, so you’re on your own, Bitch.”

No reply.

That nagging feeling gets me. Like something is wrong. I frown, seeing him clearly. “Bitch, answer me, you fuck. Give me a hand sign if you can hear me.” He just looks at the alley. No hand sign at all. I pull up the goggles, just barely seeing the headset on him. I reach for mine, freezing. The wire for the headset was cut. The walkie talkie on the small table behind me gone.

It was then I see the man behind me, a knife in his hands as he just smiled.

I turn, holding my rifle that he swats away, making it fall out of the window. I reach of my pistol, feeling it gone as he just smiles. His hair was brown, eyes matching as he just grins. A scar on his face, over his eye. The left one didn’t move, which meant it was a glass one or something.

“It’s funny,” He mutters, “Seeing little Sehun now. He’s all grown up. Armed to the teeth and too careful to sneak up on. But, you are easy prey. Just had wait for the right moment.”

“What do you want,” I say, glaring as I see blood dripping from his hand as he had the knife stabbed into his thumb as he spun it in his hand.

“My little Sehun has been bad,” He says with a growl. “So I have to punish him. What better way to punish him than to kill the one he cares about most?”

I act quickly, kicking him at the chest, the door behind him almost opens, making him have to grab onto the sides to keep himself from falling. I move, getting out of the windows and jumping down. I let out a cry of pain, feeling my ankle hurt. I ignore it, moving towards the door into the clinic. I grab it, feeling it locked as I look, seeing the man quickly moving towards me, knife still in hand.

The fire escape is my only chance. I move quick, going down and down. I look up, still moving when I’m half way and see him staring down too. I move, faster, getting to the end. My heart pumping as I go down the ladder, My jacket caught on it, I rip it off quickly, leaving it forgotten. I jump the last bit, landing on the ground. My ankle on fire from the pain. I go to move, running down the street. I know roughly where Sehun is, I just have to get there. My breath coming out in little clouds, my body not even noticing the cold. I feel around, the knife missing too as I curse, throwing the earpiece off along with the mic. He was catching up as I turn the corner, seeing a huge van blocking this alley. I curse, turning and seeing him behind me.

“This has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” He mutters, reaching. He was faster than I expected, but I kick at his knee, hearing him hiss in pain. Before I could run, I feel something pierce my arm. Another on my back though the shirt, his hand there holding something.

Pain. My muscles locking up as I fell. He smiles holding the taser. I feel tears come to my eyes as he smiles. Quickly, he places a handcuff around one of my wrists, as I fight back. He squeezed the trigger again, making me lock up once more as he does the other hand. Once it stopped, I scream out, my throat on fire, “SEHUN!” He glares fist connecting with my face, making me dazed as he gets a roll of duct tape from his pocket, a long piece. I scream out Sehun’s name again, before the tape was placed over my mouth.

He picks me up, holding me easily. He laughs, “He’ll come looking for you. I left him a little note of where to meet us in a little bit. But first, I have to prepare you.”

A quick hit to the temple makes me lose consciousness.

Sehun crouches looking down the alley. He rolls his eyes, seeing just two people going at it next to a dumpster. “At least have some class,” He mutters, rolling his eyes. It’s disgusting, thinking about that. If it was him, he’d at least find a place that didn’t smell like rotting food and piss. “If I ever get desperate enough to try to fuck you next to a dumpster, shoot me,” Sehun whispers over the line, rolling his eyes at the couple.

No reply. She could be talking with Junmyeon, though. It happens sometimes. She’ll get too focused, eyes glued to her surroundings. The only thing that will break her out of it is when she tells him about someone or if she shoots. times like this, Sehun has said things to her that he’s always wanted to. A way to get it out without her knowing. Helps him not to explode over it.

He reaches, getting a cigarette then heart stops, hearing the echoing scream of his name. His blood goes cold, his eyes wide in fear as he moves, letting the cigarette drop from his lips instantly. He moves, sprinting, trying to pinpoint the place he heard the voice. “Cunt, do you hear me,” He asks over the walkie talkie. The feeling of dread coming over him, “Y/N, this isn’t funny!” He knows that if he said her name, she would answer. That is the only think that breaks her out of her trance. He only uses it if it was serious.

But she didn’t.

He changes the channel, “Jun, something’s happened to Y/N,” He says, trying to calm his heart. “Stay inside, call Kyungsoo. His job is probably over by now, he’ll have to take over.”

“Sehun,” His brother says, “Be careful!”

He passes by an alley, and a glimmer from the side catches his eye. A man swinging an ax directly at his face. He ducks, glaring at the man before dodging the next swing, taking the ax from him and embedding it deep in his skull. The man’s eyes fade instantly, the blood pouring as he lets him drop. He runs, hearing another scream of his name. He turns, changing direction. The alley behind the clinic.

A van blocking the way. He moves, getting on his stomach and crawling. He sees nothing. He sees no one. His eyes catch the headset on the ground, the cord connected to nothing. Sehun turns, looking at the fire escape and sees her jacket hanging from it. He quickly goes up, glancing and seeing the door of the water tower open, her rifle on the other side, lying still. He moves quickly, getting up there.

His eyes loo around, seeing drops of blood on the ground. Her walkie talkie to the side, cord to the head set cut. Her pistol and knife on the ground, kicked under and hidden from sight of where she would be seated. He glances at the rest of the table top that surrounds the entire little room. He freezes, seeing it.

All his life, he’s hated a specific flower. His eyes going wide with rage seeing it lying there, a piece of paper next to it and a Polaroid. He looks at the picture, seeing a younger him. Lying on his stomach, naked with his hands behind his back. The date on it. He was seven then. The memory flashes to his mind before he can stop it. Tears falling down his face in silent cries as the man was pulling on his pants. The shame he felt, being used like that. The man stopped, hand over his butt before placing a flower by his face. “These always remind me of you, Sehun,” He says softly, as if he didn’t just acct like a savage animal to him. “They look like your little pout, so pretty.”

Sehun’s hand rips the pink tulip, petals falling to the floor of the water tower as tears spill down his face. The anger and rage he felt was building as he looks at the paper.

‘The old church. We’ll be waiting.’

He moves going to the roof door. It was locked, and Sehun just kicks it open, hearing the wood crack as he does so. The picture in his hand as he walks down the stairs, a few people moving out of his way, afraid. Junmyeon was there, so was Kyungsoo. They both looked over, seeing Sehun.

Junmyeon’s eyes are wide, looking at his younger brother. Sehun just hands him the picture, “He has her.”

He told Junmyeon. The only person he’s ever told the full and total truth to. He watches the doctor’s eyes go wide, looking at the picture with anger. The eldest looks up, “Go get her. Don’t let him torment you anymore.” He moves, throwing the picture into the fire close by, letting it melt. Sehun wishes it was that easy to get rid of memories too.

Kyungsoo looks over, “I’ll go too.” He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he knows it’s bad. One look at Sehun like this can tell him that much. He’s never seen Sehun this freaked out about anything before.

“No,” Sehun says, “Someone has to watch the clinic. Besides us, I only trust you.” He looks at Kyungsoo, eyes pleading.

The man nods, “If you need me-”

“I’ll make sure to let you know,” He says, before moving to his helmet.

When I woke up, I was tied. I feel myself being hoisted up so I wasn’t lying down. Something around my neck. A slap to the face makes me gasp, looking as seeing the man in front of me. He looks older than before. Crows feet and graying hair. He lets me go, giving me a sight of where I was. On the stage of an abandoned church. My wrists chained out by my side. A rope around my neck, which the end was in his hand. He smiles, “Good morning,” He mutters, hand moving down my chest. I felt his fingertips on my bare skin. Making me look down.

My shirt cut open, bra as well. He smiles at me, “Shame you’re not more flat chested. I could have pretended you are what I like. Gotten started early.”

“You disgusting fuck,” I growl, glaring at him.

He smiles, taking his knife as cutting a line from close to the nose to my jaw. “He’ll be here soon. I think he’ll finally come back to me if it means to save you.”

I glare at him, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you,” He asks, smirking. The church was dusty, old and falling apart. The chandelier fallen though the floor, some of the pews falling in the hole as well. Around us were candles, and hundreds of pink tulips scattered around. “Sehun and I had quite the passionate relationship a while back.”

“I’ve known him for ten years,” I say, rolling my eyes, “He’s never said anything about you.” I shake my head. He’ll, we’ve been fucking for eight of those ten, and, as far as I know, he’s never had sex with anyone else.

“He was so scared then. So small. He grew into a fine man,” He says, ignoring me, losing himself for a moment in the past. “So strong and sure of himself now. Back then he was scared. Timid. Shy. His little hand would cling to whatever it could when he was terrified.”

I feel my eyes widen. That’s why he never spoke about it. My stomach felt awful, the need to vomit coming up. The man slaps tape to my mouth, hand hitting my face and sending it to the other direction from the force.

“Why you,” He asls, glaring a little, like he was confused. “I gave him everything. I gave him love, passion... and he left me.” The man glares at me with his one good eye. “He stabbed my eye and ran like it meant nothing.”

He looks at me, hand rubbing the cut on my face, making it sting. “To think that now, all his passion is aimed at you.” He scoffs, “You don’t deserve it, you heartless whore. You’ll use him and lose him. It would have been only a matter of time before you broke his heart.”

I try to say something to him, tell him how disgusting he was, but he just looks. He smiles, “I can’t wait. He was so little an inexperienced back then. I can’t wait to see his mouth back around my cock. Back then he could barely fit it in, his little lips were so small.” He glares, “But he’s been tainted by you. I’ve seen it, though the windows of his place. His face between your legs, corrupting him more and more. It’s disgusting,” He says, pulling my hair sharply.

“But don’t worry,” He mutters, “I’m here. I’ll cleanse him again.”

I glared and him, fighting against my bindings. I wanted to hurt him knowing what he’s done to Sehun. This man deserved a painful death. He smiles, taking a gun from his side, pointing it at my head as he moves to stand by my side.

The door slams open, as I see Sehun holding is AR, anger in his eyes. Rage like I’ve never seen as he take a moment to understand the situation. His eyes widen, looking at the gun to my head.

“My little Sehun,” The man says, all the affection in his voice was real, adoration in his smile. “It’s been too long, my dear.”

“Let her go,” He says, walking up, the gun still trained on that disgusting freak.

“This isn’t how this works,” He says, laughing. “Remember? I’m the adult. You listen to me.” He smiles, “Throw your gun into the hole. Do it, or I will shoot her.”

Sehun pauses, a look of fear for a moment. Since I’ve known him, he hasn’t been afraid of anything. Though, now that I understand, I get it.

The gun meets my temple, making me whine in pain. Tears come to my eyes,my head aching even more now. “Trust me, it’s taken everything I had not to kill her already. The woman who touched my property,” He growls, pushing the gun into my head more. “Who tricked you into her bed and spread her disease! Don’t push me, because I desperately want to kill her already!”

Sehun tosses the gun into the hole immediately, hands up as he walks forward. I could see him trying to stay strong, but there was something about him that was completely shaken to his core. Even still, he glared at him, looked him in the eyes and faced his freak of a man again.

The man takes a knife from his side, tossing it right in front of me. “Sehun, I want you to decorate her-”

“I won’t hurt her,” He says, with a growl of anger. Sehun had hate radiating off of him. The anger making his hands shake as he just glared at him.

“Hurt her, or I’ll kill her,” He says with a sick, mocking grin, “your choice.”

Sehun moves, kneeling in front of me and picking up the knife. “I’m sorry,” He says, looking at me. “I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.”

“I want you to admit it to her,” He says, “On her skin. How you feel about her. Give her a reminder of what it is she will lose after tonight is done. Just like I made you to do me.” He pulls his shirt down, showing of the word hate carved there over and over. From shaky little letter to large, capital ones.

Sehun takes the knife, looking at it. It was small, a tiny pocket knife as he presses it into my skin. I whine, trying to move away from the pain but Sehun just holds me still. “I’m sorry,” He says, quietly. Trying to speak only to me. I see tears in his eyes, “Y/N, it’s ok, I’m almost done. Just a little bit longer.” Carve after carve, letter after letter. I look, seeing tears fall from Sehun’s eyes as I was whining. He moves away, dropping the knife as he looks at the look on my skin. I look, only seeing the blood and not a single letter though it.

“Wonderful,” He says, hand grabbing Sehun’s hair and forcing him to look up. “It’s good to be honest about your feelings, after all.” Sehun, for a moment, looks like a child. Scared. Small. It doesn’t last long, though, before he glares at him.

“You remember this, him?” He asks, smirking, his hand moving to his belt, pulling it lose. “Give me this, and I won’t kill her,” He says, smirking. “Resist, and I’ll make you watch as the blood leaves her head and I’ll use her blood to fuck you with.”

I was scared, hearing that. I glanced over at him, seeing my friend look small. Sehun looks ill, glaring at him, but staying still. The man shoves his pants down, pulling his dick out from his pants. He smiles, tapping it to Sehun’s lips. “Here comes the airplane, little Sehun,” He mutters, smiling. “Suck it properly, don’t half ass it, either.”

I wanted to tell him it was fine. That he didn’t have to do this. I can see how much he hated it, now disgusted and scared he was. I would die if it meant he never had to do anything this man ever wants. But I can’t. I was screaming against the tape, but no worse could reach his ears.

Instead, I watch as he glares up at him, opening his mouth and obeys. His other hand moves to Sehun’s head, gripping the hair there as he laughs, “Oh fuck,” He says, moaning, pressing the gun to my head. I try to yell still, my voice muffled by the tape. The man’s head was back as Sehun removes him from his mouth, gasping for air for a moment. Sehun moves, quickly mouthing ‘trust me, I have a plan.’

My eyes locked with him, guilt like a stone in my stomach what he’s willing to do just to save me. He turns, looking back and opening his mouth again. This time, the man wasn’t as kind. A hand tight in his hair, forcing him down, making my friend choke. But still he glares at the man. The hate in his eyes unwavering when he looked at him.

“What a good boy,” The man says, “Still as obedient as ever. I taught you well,” He says, letting out a little gasp. The sound my my friend having to do this making me feel ill. I pulled at my restraints, wanting to help him. The pain as I pulled was stinging, biting into my skin. It was nothing compared to seeing Sehun being used like this, against his will.

He pulls Sehun off of him, “Tell me you love me. Use my name.” He pushes the barrel of the gun to my temple.

“I love you, Sam” He says, eyes closed. He didn’t want to look at him when he said those words.

“Look at me and say it,” He growls, letting go of Sehun’s hair as he takes the rope around my neck, pulling it tightly

I feel it tighten as I gasp for air. He pulled more and more, tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe. My eyes watering as I tried to make it stop, get some air in my lungs.

Sehun looks at him, without waiting another moment. His eyes whining with tears, “I love you, Sam.”

“I’ve been waiting for so long,” He mutters, shaking his head. “My little Sehun, I love you too.”

The rope loosens, as breathe quickly though my nose. Sehun looks at me, worried and keeping a watchful eye on me. The man’s hand goes back to Sehun’s hair, “Now, open up for me again, my little tulip.”

It hurt to see him have to do this. Pain himself for this. He does, closing his eyes and choking as the man was thrusting his hips. “Yes,” The man moans, “S-Sehun, I’ve tried to find someone to replace you, but no other boy could!”

I was trying to scream through the tape, tears falling from my eyes freely as Sehun just looks at me, his eyes worried. Soon, the man was moaning, telling Sehun he was about to cum. I feel the gun move briefly away from my face, and I see Sehun look at me, seeing it too. Sehun moves, pulling him out and shoving him. The gun goes off, making me flinch as I see Sehun knocking the gun out of his hand. He yanks one of the chains holding my hands free quickly, as if he knew his plan would work all along. The gun skids a few feet away, out of reach as Sehun straddles the man.

“You disgusting fuck,” Sehun screams, fist connecting with the man’s face. “I hate you, I despise you, you goddamn sick fuck!”

The crunch of his fist hitting the man in the face. Blood on Sehun’s hands as he hits him again and again. I pull the tape off my mouth, getting my other hand free quickly, a bit of pain at my side as I ignore it, trying to get myself ready to help Sehun if he needs.

“I don’t care what you do to me,” Sehun growls, holding the man by the collar. He was bloody, and beaten so bad he was almost unrecognizable. “I will never care so long as it is only on ME! When you bring the people I care about in it, I will make sure you never breathe ever again!” The slam of his fist again, “Y/N is a good person! She doesn’t deserve this! She doesn’t deserve you doing this to her!”

“Yes, she-” The man starts, before Sehun hits him again, letting out a guttural roar of anger.

“Shut up,” He screams, tears falling from his face, “So many years you were my biggest nightmare. What you did to me-”

The man spits out blood, sobbing, “I cared for you! I love you!”

Sehun glares, his voice dark but low. “In no way does someone who cares for a child would ever do the things you made me do. The sad fact is you're a disgusting pig-”

Sehun’s voice fades as I feel faint. I look down, seeing red on my side, near my waist. The gun... went off earlier. I felt myself stumble as I loved towards him, “Sehun,” I mutter, seeing his eyes snap to me. His eyes wide as he moves. A quickl glance around and he sees the pistol. He grabs the gun quickly, glaring at the man and putting a bullet through his head. The sound of the shot ringing in my ears. He moves, pulling me to him and picking me up.

My eyes fade closed, the image of Sehun worried the last thing I see.

When my eyes open, I see the face of Junmyeon. He smiles, placing a hand on my face, “Welcome back,” He says, leaning and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Sehun,” I choke out, looking around, trying to sit up. The man, running... the church. It all came back at once.

“He’s… he’s ok,” Junmyeon mutters, looking up. “Purge is over. A few moments before you woke up. I think he’ll be coming back from the place, now.”

“What,” I ask, confused.

“He went and burned the old church down,” He says, “I told him to leave or else I wouldn’t have been able to sew your wound up, he was so attached to you. Just a graze,” He says, before pointing at the bandage on my chest. “I also patched that up, but it seems like that is going to scar.”

Tears spring to my eyes, remembering, “He… oh god, Junmyeon-”

“I know,” He says, “Who that man is. Sehun told me about it a long time ago. I’m glad he’s dead.”

My memories flashback, as I rip the bandage off. I look, seeing the words, finally. The pain of each cut I remember clearly. I remember Sehun crying as he cut me, hurting me, just to carve how he felt in my skin to save me.

‘I love you, but I don’t deserve you.’

I felt my heart in my throat. I looked at Junmyeon, “Can I leave?”

He nods, “Be careful, don’t rip your stitches. He’s probably in the living room here, waiting by now.”

I go to move, before he grabs my hand and shoving a spare shirt into my hand. My torso bare still, I didn’t even notice.. I pull it on, hissing at the pain from the graze bullet wound. I move, looking quickly. The clinic was getting empty, people going home after a night of hell. I smile, seeing the little girl crying and holding a woman she called ‘Mommy’.

but that wasn’t what was going to make feel at ease. I turn the corner, looking around quickly. I see him there, head in his hands as he sits on the couch, alone in the room. A cut on his fore arm still dripping, the edge of his shirt a bit burn. He looked, fine on the outside. it was his mind I was worried about.

I move, getting on his lap. He was shocked, looking at me, eyes wide. “You’re ok? Tha-”

I brush my lips to his, the kiss soft. It’s never been like this, for us. Our kisses are usually pure lust or hard and angry. When he’d wake up from nightmares and we’d have sex so softly, we never kissed. He avoided kissing me on the lips, kissing me every where else. I pour everything I had into it, wanting him to feel that I felt it too. That I’ve been holding back from my true feelings all this time. I feel him trembling, like he was overwhelmed with emotions. I was too, feeling myself shake. His soft lips pressed against mine, kissing me back. I pull away, smiling.

“Oh Sehun,” I mutter, looking him in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you for years. I never acted because you never showed any interest in any relationship other than friendship or purely sexual. And I… I’m s-so sorry,” I mutter, feeling tears come to my eyes. “I would have rather you let him shoot me than do th-”

He holds me face tightly, pressing his lips to mine, this time he shows me all he felt though the movements of our lips. They were so soft, making sure to not hurt me as his passion shined though. I felt his fingers trembling as he pulled away, “Never. I would have been a fucking slave to him if it kept you alive,” His eyes filling with tears, “You’re worth it, you’re worth everything and then some. More than I could ever give you.” He holds my face, “I can’t live if you’re gone. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” He smiles, looking down, “I... I never said anything because how can someone like you ever love someone like me? I’m barely together, Y/N. You deserve a man who can give you anything you want and who can love you like you deserve.”

“Oh Sehun,” I mutter again, “I love you. Only you. It’s only ever been you. I’ve been there for your nightmares, for your injuries. This? What happened? What you’ve survived though? I doesn’t change that. You’re not damaged, or broken. You just need to let people in so you can heal. And I intend to help you through that, too.”

I pull him into a hug, letting him cry into my shoulder as he held me, carefully but close. My hand rubbing his back, letting him get it all out as I mutter words of encouragement into his ear. All the pain he’s held onto for so long finally coming out as silent tears fall from my eyes.

Sehun has been the guardian for everyone for so long. It’s long past due someone was one for him.

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100% need a masterpost of your fics cause you've been drawing them and I love everything. But recs would be appreciated too!!

ALRIGHTY THEN.  One……VERY large post of my fics and my Motorcity recs, coming up.  ^v^  50+ fics for y’all’s consumption.

Let’s start with my fics, because I know them better, haha.

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Save A Horse, Ride A Dragon

One of my fav fics I’ve done to date in any fandom.  Mike is a mercenary dragon trapped in the shape of a human, wandering the Michigan wastes in post-apocalyptic magical America, when he and his Burners get an offer from the mysterious Lord Vanquisher.  T+ at this point for suggestive moments and makeouts. Polyburners/Muckles.  Warnings for the Duke being The Worst, and for Mike being the DUMBEST oblivious thirst-lizard.

The Officer Present//Director Absent series (AKA Live Free and Welcome To The Kane Co Family)

A love letter to the Season 2 that never was, co-written by me and my twin sister toastyhat/HeatedHeadwear!  :D  Live Free chronicles the appearance of a new, menacing super-soldier in Motorcity, the shadowy machinations that led to his appearance and an overarching plan from Kane that could destroy Motorcity–once and for all!!!!!!  Welcome to the Kane Co Family starts shortly after the fallout from the first, with both cities struggling to come to terms with their new reality–but the world is changing and there are new threats on all sides, and if they thought their status quo changed in the first fic, BOY THEY’VE GOT A BIG STORM COMING!! >8Dc  Also Julie punches multiple people and generally kicks ass, it’s fabulousBoth fics are gen, they’re both rated T+ for violence, Evil Science, angst, etc.  Warnings for copious Deluxe worldbuilding, egregious amounts of backstory, a couple OCs I’ve been reliably informed are extremely fun, and chapter titles in the style of anime episode titles, because why not.  :D

Supersynesthesiac

Originally created solely to fill a prompt from a sexy prompt generator, this fic and the world it’s set in both spiralled wildly out of control, and a much more plot-heavy sequel is in the works.  Supersynesthesiac follows Mike Chilton, a vigilante superhero in Detroit Of The Future, as he finally meets his elusive, telepathic partner Blonde Thunder under the most dramatic circumstances possible.  Rated M for psychic makeouts, mind-melding and also there’s sex happening, probably.  It’s not nearly as lovingly described as the mind-meld porn going on in the foreground.  Polyburners is happening in the background, but this fic is basically entirely Muckles.  Warnings for Red being awful.

Rest In Pieces (Come Apart)

Mike is getting entirely out of control, and needs to burn off energy before he can get himself (and everybody else) in trouble again.  Fortunately his gang has a Plan.Rated M for sweet, loving and totally relentless polyburners gangbang.  Warnings for everybody being absolute dorks.  Also bondage and edging, if that’s not your thing. UoU

Werewolves Of Detroit

A series of vignettes exploring the world of Mike Chilton, rogue ex-commander werewolf, his vampire best friend, his highly unconventional pack, and the world they live in. EVERY section is illustrated and I’m very proud.Rated T+, mostly gen with mentions of Dutch/Tennie.  Warnings for Kane being a huge bigot, mentions of KaneCo-mandated surgery, and Texas being an asshole about vampires.   

Exposure Therapy 

Mike has a cool idea for a cool present for his cool boyfriend to totally cure Chuck’s fear of going fast in Mutt.  Rated M for dumb, fluffy smut and implied sex toys.  Warnings for unsafe driving practices.

Kiss And Tell

Somebody came into my askbox and suggested polyburners–but the rest of the city doesn’t know that’s their relationship, just that SOME configuration of Burners is together, and it seems to change CONSTANTLY.   Rated T+ for vaguely-implied possible sex at some point off-screen.  Warnings for nothing, this fic is a perfect warm fluffy representation of my poly-burner feelings and I love it.

Wreck

A little snapshot from an AU I’m not really planning to flesh out–I mostly wanted to capture a certain kind of bittersweet emotional conflict.  Chuck’s doing his best to keep his head down and live through college when a face he hasn’t seen since The Accident shows up at his door.  Vaguely Muckles-ish.  Rated T+ for reference to a nasty car accident and the aftermath, warnings for Kane being, just, Not A Good Dad.  

Override 0

Not exactly an AU, more of a speculative fic about the Burners finding out that Chuck’s enhancements go a lot further than just the weapons systems in his arms.  A realization prompted, of course, by the Duke of Detroit’s thirst for drama.  T+, no pairings.  Warnings for, in the words of AO3′s tag system, “#Loss Of Limbs”, mind control via brain-hacking, and mentions of unethical scientific/surgical procedures.

So Real In The Dark

I challenged myself to write people pining for each other while simultaneously being in a relationship, and a sci-fi AU with an artificial amnesia hookup service turned out to be the solution.  Half a fic about boys being incredibly dumb, and half a fic about trauma, bigotry, coping mechanisms and communication, and how you can love somebody and know them incredibly well and still not really understand them.  Explicit, Muckles, background Dutch/Tennie and Claire/Julie.  Warnings for brief stranger danger, aphrodisiacs, more poor treatment of cyborgs, and emotional gut-punch.

 –Stuff I Post About That Isn’t Posted/Finished Yet–

Burnerswap

A universe where the Burners are grown-up villains, and the former villains of the canon series are our new teenage heroes.  They’re dysfunctional and weird, but they’re doing their best to protect the clean, orderly, shining city of Deluxe from the gangs and bots and nasty, climbing bots that Ms. Kane sends up from the city below.  UoU  Likely to be rated T+ if I ever post it. Not much in the way of pairings except Ms. Kane’s right and left-hand man are VERY married and VERY tragic because you know I gotta fit Muckles in there.  

–Collab Fic / Gift Fic–

Chilton 2.0 by me and LaughingStones

The Kane Co. super-soldier program needs a volunteer, and who better to be superhumanly enhanced than the rising star of the Security program, Commander Chilton?  He’d never betray Kane Co, or need to have his brain overridden!  There’s no way this project can possibly go wrong!  Rated M for some pretty fucked-up treatment of cyborgs, and also for sexy future reasons. Warnings for Mike getting really messed up physically, emotionally and psychologically by bad programming and free-will overrides, and also for dumb boys stumbling awkwardly through impromptu sex-ed together.  Muckles.

i’m not the same kid from your memory by roachpatrol and also I helped

Kane Co. captures Chuck and manages to do some nasty shit to his brain before the Burners come and re-capture him.  Chuck does NOT appreciate being held captive by Burner Scum.  Emotions!!! Angst!!!!!  …it’s rated T+ on AO3 but there’s sex so just, be aware of that.  UoU  Muckles!

Experiments In Cross-Species Makeouts by LaughingStones

This one is very hard to explain, because Jem and I like to bounce of each other’s AUs and fics and write derivative fics of fics–there’s an OC in the Live Free/Welcome To The Kane Co Family universe who has what is essentially a nasty brainy kismessisitude/hate-love relationship (not fully explored in the fic, but very fleshed out in my mind, haha) with Chuck.  And this is….those two, but with the races/species from Werewolves of Detroit.  So…supernatural AU Chuck/OC hate-sex.  M, obviously.  Warnings for vampires getting drunk on siren blood and Live Free/WttKCF spoilers.

Recalibration Nation by HeatedHeadwear

!!!! A fic for my picture of Chuck as the Duke’s cyborg bodyguard, because toasty is great.  A+ hurt/comfort and recovery and bittersweet life-goes-on vibe, aslkfjsadf I love it.  T+, no pairings, warnings for anxiety/panic attacks, ear trauma, violence, emotions.

Proper Disposal Of Project Materials by LaughingStones

A scene in Chilton 2.0 I didn’t get to write; Chuck is a Failed Project, and Kane Co. has no used for Failed Projects.  Fortunately, the techs he grew up working with have his back.  T+ for (yet again) unethical treatment of cyborgs.  

Making Friends The Superhero Way by LaughingStones

Set before Supersynesthesiac; Mike’s good at his superhero job, but sometimes everybody needs help.  In this case, help just happens to have cat ears.  Gen, rated G.  Warnings for trouble breathing and also Mike being a doofus.

The Space Shenanigans series by LaughingStones and roachpatrol 

Loosely related to/based on the Forget Me Not, but set much later.  I’m not sure FMN is going to be poly or not, but these fics are inspired-by, so they go in this section. :D  The various sexy shenanigans of space-captain Mike, cyborg Chuck and Julie the terrifying space princess.  M for sexy shenanigans.  Warnings for (acted/fake) dubcon for the benefit of an asshole, and…..just various sexual shenanigans, I would check the warnings on the fics, haha.  :D

–Aaaaaand some non-me recs!–

(((I’m going to have to speed through these a little bit more, but I love them also, this post is just getting VERY long)))

All Steamed Up by Gumbridge 

Gen, G: coffeeshop AU, technically. Chuck would REALLY like a new espresso machine, he has done the MATH, it’s GOOD BUSINESS, MIKE!!!!!

Artificial Nocturne by Icka M. Chif (mischif)

Gen, T+: Mike accidentally trespasses on the territory of a mysterious guy who calls himself “Hound”.  Mike immediately sets about pushing past the emotional barrier of standoffishness and the physical barrier of giant, repurposed KaneCo HOUNDbots, and ends up with two awesome new friends out of the deal.  (The “Chuck is a constantly-terrified badass with an army of bots” AU)

Atlas and Copernicus by charcoalmink

Gen, G: A piece about how Kane can think of Mike and Julie both as his children, but feel so completely different about them.  Hurts so good, ahhh ToT

Behind The Throne by intravenusann

Duke/No. 2, Explicit: Number 2 would never really leave.  But sometimes it’s nice to be reminded why she stays.  

Bittersweet by EnsignCelery

Gen, G: Sometimes they get stressed.  Sometimes you just gotta lie down and cuddle.

Chicken Soup For The Burner Soul by renquise

Gen, G: Mike’s immunity boosters start to wear off and he goes down like a tree.  Good old-fashioned soft sickfic hurt/comfort.

Constantinople And Timbuktu / By(zantine) Any Other Name by (orphan_account)

Mike/Chuck, G: oh my god, this fic is strange to explain but so fun?? Historical AU–Chuck’s an orphan who ended up a body-double for russian royalty in like 1500, until he ends up kind of ambiguously kidnapped by a Tatar horseman who doesn’t speak his language but has a really nice smile and a fun come-and-go family of other riders from other countries.  In the words of the author, “ [the Russian nomad!au] “

Degreaser by Gumbridge

Claire/Julie, T+: Claire can tolerate getting dirty down in Motorcity, but it has to be under the right circumstances. Julie provides those circumstances.

I Thought You Were Dead by Caligraphunky

Gen, G: Jacob thought all the androids he created for KaneCo were scrapped.  But here’s unit CHUCK, back again.

In The Lost Age Where The Jewels Hide by roachpatrol and LaughingStones

Chuck (Lord Vanquisher)/Mike (Smiling Dragon), Explicit:  The LARPing group plays WAY crazier games than Mike is used to, but he could really get used to in-character Never Have I Ever if it always ends with stuff like this.  WOW.  Sex is GREAT.

Loaded Up And Truckin’ by RaccoonDoom 

Gen, T+: Smokey And The Bandit AU–AKA Jacob has a truck and uses it to run illegal goods; Mike and Chuck run interference and keep the cops off his tail.  Trucker AU, heyyyy. :D

Love Free by Prim_the_Amazing 

Multi/Polyburners, G: KaneCo has the algorithms, the expertise, they determine the most perfect possible partner.  So what do you do when the person KaneCo chooses isn’t the person you wanted?

Never Quite Thought We Could Lose It All by LaughingStones

Mike/Chuck, Explicit: It’s not weird for a KaneCo tech to have a huge blank spot in their memory, but it is unusual for one of their childhood friends to show up at their cubicle dressed as a physical relief technician, looking stressed and desperate and acting like Chuck should know him.  Warning for implied/referenced noncon.

The Obligatory Fantasy AU series by LaughingStones 

Mike/Chuck, G/T: Chuck’s a Mage On A Mission, and he’s not going to be derailed by the fact that his bodyguard is definitely a dragon who definitely considers Chuck his beautiful, golden-haired treasure.

our guts can’t be reworked by roachpatrol

Mike/Julie, Chuck/Mike, T+: Mike finds out he’s bisexual in the most confusing possible way: BODY-SWITCHING.  

Pyrrhic Victory by Clementine

Mike/Chuck, G: I live for Mike and Chuck LARPing dramatic emotional scenes and being dumb, dorky boys and that’s what this is, and I LOVE it. 

Quiet by deanon

Mike/Chuck, Explicit:  Mike makes the mistake of wondering about Chuck and sex and being noisy, and get catapulted abruptly into terrible, flustered pining.

Quit or Retry by Caligraphunky

Gen, T+: a really short but really nicely done piece that slowly illuminates more and more of a single scene until you get the full picture.  fear. android Chuck.

Riding Shotgun by Oisiflaneur

Polyburners, T+: I’ve never smoked pot but I’m all for the Burners hanging around being chill and kissing and occasionally also Mike does shotguns and people make out.

rise if you’re sleeping (stay awake) by RaccoonDoom 

Gen, T+: Another cyborg fic, this time about Mike and Chuck and insomnia and nightmares.  Sweet hurt-comfort. UwU

Rule Number Eight by drown (teii) 

Chuck/Texas, Chuck->Mike, T+:  the fic that got me into Chuxas–starting with the aftermath of one-sided Chuck/Mike and chronicling Chuck’s descent into weird, Texas-related madness. 

Scars by corelton

Claire/Julie, G:  Julie’s line of work puts her in enough danger for her to actually have scars, like, old-fashioned scars from actual injuries.  Claire is fascinated by them.

searchlights in the parking lots of hell by roachpatrol

Gen, T+: I don’t know if it sounds like a compliment to say this is one of the most subtly, gorgeously horrifying fics I’ve ever read, but that’s basically how I feel.  Mike is a kid in a cyborg program, and he keeps ending up in sparring matches with the same kid, over and over again; it’s a different kind of unsettling every time.  There’s something about seeing a scenario that’s obviously intensely messed up, through the point of view of a character who thinks it’s normal and good.  It gives it a special, extra punch.  

Sex Level: Texas! by LaughingStones

Texas->Mike, Texas->Burners, Explicit: Texas has some totally cool and sexy thoughts–mostly about Mike.  WHAT?  It’s not like it's weird.   

Spend Life Fighting For Your Sanity by roachpatrol 

Dutch/Tennie, T+: Deluxe has no patience for rebel scum, free-thinkers or artists.  Unfortunately for Dutch’s continued health and well-being, he’s all of those things.  Even if he can’t really remember what he did.  AKA: Deluxe re-captures Dutch and comprehensively fucks him up, but SUCK IT you can’t take away the colors in his SOUL.  

Sprouts by renquise

Gen, G:  a fic about Dutch finding ROTH, and Dutch and Chuck becoming ROTH’s weird programmer dads.  ROTH is adorable and the characterization is great, A++ 

Test Drive by renquise 

Mike/Julie, Explicit: Julie and Mike have a fun adventure in pegging together. 

thursday’s child has far to go (and they go so very, very quickly) by thinkingCAPSLOCK

Gen, G:  Kane loses one child, but at least he still has the other.

Walls Twice As Strong by deanon

Mike/Chuck, T+:  in the words of the original summary: “When Mike and Chuck fight, everybody knows.“ 

We Are Golden by renquise

Polyburners, T+:  Mike kisses everybody, and it’s soft and good and makes my heart feel all happy. 

We Can’t Punch Good: A Love Story by heartsinhay

Dutch/Texas, T+: Texas is pretty sure Dutch has just gotten immune to Texas’s sweet Texas Moves, but that’s okay.  Texas has got more than one trick up his sleeve, and he knows what Dutch likes.  Probably

yellow highway lines (that you’re relying on to lead you home) by renquis

Gen, G:  A delicious exploration of the world that might exist outside the dome, and also THE BURNER ROADTRIP FIC YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR.  The kids take a package from Rayon and go on the road, headed for San Fran come hell or nuclear superstorm.This is one of the first Motorcity fics I read, and It’s a big part of why I started making things for this fandom in the first place. :D  Very recommend, A++

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