my hands may be covered in glue, and some tape is visible in the hair, but she is coming along :)

OPLA characters reacting to a sweet, girly reader who turns out to be a a ruthless fighter

genre: headcanons, fem! reader, kinda suggestive??, idfk just read it bro

requested: nope, but reqs are open! pls, for the love of god, request for the opla♡

feat: zoro, sanji

a/n: reader's feminine but not female if that makes sense, only witting again because I'm obsessed with the one piece live action. also, this may be a little ooc, since I haven't watched the anime/read the manga, sorry about that! also, if you wanna be added to my perm taglist, pls feel free to ask!

☆ZORO☆

when you first joined the crew, zoro was immediately unsure of what exactly you brought to the table. I mean, they already had a swordsman, a sharp shooter, a navigator, a dumb cook and a captain/motivational speaker. so what were you doing here?

from luffy's explanation of you, he was aware that you were a good fighter, but he had never seen you in action.

the only things he had seen from you were stuffed animals laying around the ship, pastel outfits he could spot for miles, and bows that had been put in his hair while he slept.

he was tolerant of you at best, and straight up apathetic at worst, but finally, there came a time where someone tried picking a fight with you since you seemed like an easy target while you were walking with him and nami.

although he wasn't particularly fond of you (lies), he still felt the need to defend you as a crewmate, but the ass whooping you gave the stranger made him freeze in place.

there was blood splatter on your pretty face, deep red sploches of your cute clothes, and a look of pure hatred in your eyes. and you had never looked more beautiful in zoros eyes.

that was the first time zoro had ever smiled at you. sure, he had slightly smirked at your cuter tendencies, but in that moment he was truly smitten with you.

from that day, zoro wanted to train with you. what you lacked that he had in experience, you made up for in absolute cruelty when fighting. you were quick, agile and you weren't afraid to make zoro hurt, and he loved every second of it.

zoro would sometimes smile when he saw bruising on his body from his time training with you but catch himself and go stone faced immediately. no, he was not falling for you, absolutely not.

except he was, and the next time you showed up by his side with a slight limp, some tears in your cotton candy coloured clothes, blood all over you, and a sadistic smile on your face, he would tell you as much.

SANJI♡

sanji is unsurprisingly, enamoured by you the second you join the straw hats.

I'm talking, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, cheesy and constant compliments like "you're cuter than any of your stuffed animals, yn-swan~" and even brushing up on his baking skills to bake you aesthetically pleasing sweet treats that always put a smile on your face.

if I'm being completely honest, it doesn't bother him that he doesn't know exactly what your strengths are, you could be amazing at everything like barbie or you could literally not know night from day and he'd still admire you all the same.

one day, you're wearing bottoms that are on the shorter side not that sanji minds at all and you're out exploring the island you're at with him by your side, holding all your bags because in his words "angels don't do hard labour when he's around" when someone decides to hit on you.

you reject them politely, but when they make a less than appropriate comment about your outfit, you click your tongue and shake your head, readying yourself to hospitalise someone.

sanji's mood switches to one of being happy because he's around you to one of murderous intent the second this rando tries you, but you already have them wheezing on the floor with broken nose before sanji can even lift his leg off of the ground.

you're back to usual self, fixing the bow on your hair while complaining about how fucking hard it is to get blood stains off of your clothes, while sanji is thinking about how fucking hard he is

safe to say that this heartless, terrifying side of you makes sanji fall even harder and question whether or not he's a masochist.

he'll still insist on doing things like carrying you anywhere (most of your shoes you impractical as fuck, but style>functionality always) lifting things for you and treating you like a piece of fine china because that's exactly what you deserve, no matter how badass you are.

only difference is, now he'll never come to aid when it comes to kicking ass, because he enjoys seeing you take people to heaven and back more than anything.

he compliments now range from "omg you are the most adorable, lovable, doll-like angel I've ever seen" to "please punch me, step on me, make my nose bleed, choke me-" and he's now ten times more annoying about you than he was before, which no one thought was possible.

believe me when I say that images of you in frilly outfits with your eyes gleaming like diamonds eveytime you make someone bleed occupy 90% of his thoughts. (the other 10% is all things cooking, of course.)

dangerous woman

pairing: idol!mark x richceo!y/n (fem)

genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, suggestive to smut

song: dangerous woman by SuperM (Mark’s pov) or Ariana Grande (y/n’s pov)

a/n: mark’s birthday special! Mentions of drinking, rich partying, some dom!y/n and sub!mark (suggestive and smut), also some mommy!kink (please be safe!!)

SuperM was in the US again, for another round of their concerts across the nation. You were a backer behind SuperM, loving their music and overall aesthetic. You’ve never met them since you deposited your money overseas but it would be a simple hello and thank you from them via a card and that would be it. You heard from someone that Mark’s birthday was coming up, and you wanted to give SuperM a proper place to celebrate his birthday. You decided to let SuperM stay and party at one of your mansions for the weekend. Luckily they weren’t performing the day of or day after Mark’s birthday, so it was a perfect opportunity.

You reached out to their managing staff and since you were one of the top backers for them, they humbly agreed. You arranged transportation, food, decorations, drinks, and everything the boys needed for their party celebration. You arrived at their hotel in style in your white Lamborghini, accompanied by your body guards who were driving other patrolling cars, ensuring your safety. One of them opened the door of the car for you and holding your hand. You were dressed in a black Armani pantsuit, black Louboutin heels, a black Louis Vuitton clutch, and Prada sunglasses. You were a showstopper, getting honks from cars in the streets to poor bellhop looking at you in fear. 

You entered the hotel to find the manager of the hotel to greet you. 

“Miss y/n.” The manager spoke as she bowed.

“Hello.”

“They are on the 45th floor in the penthouse suite.”

“Thank you.”

You and your bodyguards promptly went to the elevator up to the 45th floor and walked to their suite. You ringed the doorbell and knocked on the door twice. You heard a manger franticly curse in Korean before opening the door to greet you. You and your bodyguards bowed as you greeted him in Korean, asking him where SuperM was and if they were ready to depart. He apologized saying they were still packing but that you could still come inside. Their manager was yelling in Korean about how you had arrived and they had to hurry up. You walked inside and your bodyguards helped you remove your shoes as you walked into the living room area. 

You removed your sunglasses as you analyzed the room. It wasn’t super messy, just a few snacks and drinks all over the place. You picked up an empty Shin ramen cup, you smiled, these were always yummy to eat after a flight. You wondered if there was any Shin ramen laying around so you got up and found some packs in the kitchen. A member smelled the ramen and walked into the kitchen. 

“Hyung? Are you cooking ramen? Can I have-” 

He saw you and looked at you up and down. 

“Some. “

You turned to look at him, he looked so cute. His hair was still a mess, had his glasses on and a clean shaven face. 

“Wait...y-you’re...y/n! I-I’m so sorry for being informal! I-I’m M-mark from SuperM!” 

He bowed down all the way down on his knees apologizing dozens of times. You turned off the stove and walked over to him to lift his chin up. Mark smelled your Valentino Donna perfume and it was intoxicating to him. You smelled and looked amazing. Your eyes met Mark’s as he innocently gazed at you, you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“I know who you are cutie.” You giggled. 

Mark got up after mumbling an “o-oh yeah, haha” and scratched the back of his neck. Mark kept staring at you, he had never seen anyone like you, you somehow looked like his ideal type, yet he’d never met you. Mark’s manager noticed him staring at you before he yelled at Mark to go back to his room and continue changing before he embarrasses himself in front of you. Mark apologized as he shyly left in his t shirt and pajama pants. You continued to make your ramen and ate some while you looked on your phone. You could hear the mumbling of the other members talk about you in Korean. 

“Hyung, she’s really pretty.”

“I know, I wonder how old she is.”

“You never ask a woman how old she is!”

“I would kill to date a woman like her.”

“She probably had a boyfriend or even a husband!”

You sat in the living room as each member walked out one by one greeting you and getting to know you. Mark was the last one to arrive and sheepishly apologized before joining his members in the living room. You noticed how almost all the members wore designer clothing (which you complemented them on) except Mark. He wore a simple t-shirt, jeans, baseball hat, and a Jansport backpack. You hadn’t seen one of those backpacks since elementary school. He looked simplistic yet cute, you liked it. 

“So, who’s the lucky birthday boy?” 

All the members turned and gestured to Mark pinching his cheeks and making goo goo noises towards Mark because he was the youngest of the group.

“Oh, so how old are you turning?”

“2-22 in America but 2-23 in Korean age.”

“Oh! I just turned 21 a couple months ago! How interesting. So I guess you’re my Oppa~”

Mark’s face instantly blushed looking away from you while everyone else laughed. You escorted and assigned the guys their cars and which bodyguard they’d be accompanied by. However, everyone was confused that Mark didn’t get assigned a car, which led to you announcing that Mark would be driving with you since he was the birthday boy. Everyone teased Mark with an “Ooh” or an “Ahh” and Kai blurted out in Korean “Don’t have too much fun!” as him, Ten, and Lucas left in their car. A bodyguard took Mark’s luggage and put it in one of the other cars while he gestured Mark to follow you. A bodyguard opened the car doors for you on the driver’s side and Mark on the passenger side. Mark stayed silent when you turned on the car as you prepared to leave. 

“Why so quiet birthday boy? Never been in a Lambo before?”

“Y-yeah, s-sorry that I’m being really awkward.”

“It’s alright, you ready to go?”

“Yeah!”

You and the other cars promptly left the hotel, you could see Mark’s shocked face hearing the engine and watching everyone in the streets look at you and Mark in the car. Mark looked shy and reserved keeping his hands in his lap and trying to not stare at you too much. At a stoplight you caught Mark staring at you so you turned to scare him a bit. 

“You like what you see baby?”

Mark’s ears turned red and he was panicking in the passenger seat. Mark enjoyed everything about you, your smell, look, and confidence. But you were a backer, a business partner, he shouldn’t be flirting with you. But you were so intoxicating and he wanted a little taste. Mark leaned closer to you almost brushing against your lips. 

“Maybe I do.”

Mark looked at you up and down which turned you on a bit. Mark bit his lip as you were about to kiss him, he turned away. 

“The light is green.”

“Fuck you.”

You pulled away and stepped on the gas making Mark fall back into his seat. He could see the annoyed look in your face. He liked it, it made you look cute. You sped your way to your mansion out of frustration and anger, no man has ever left you hanging like that. You stepped out of the car and slammed the door. Your bodyguards, Mark, and the other members had no time to catch up to you or ask you what was wrong. Mark now felt bad, he didn’t want to play with your heart, especially when he has only known you for three hours. Mark took his luggage as he shyly went inside with the other members. 

They were stunned by the mansion, it was shiny like a new toy to all the members. They began to hoot and holler running all over the place, looking at your giant pool, arcade room, and private spa and sauna. While they were running around wondering where they will choose to sleep, Mark wanted to find you. He kindly asked one of the body guards if they knew where your room was and they guided him into your room. 

Mark knocked on your door but there was no response so he slowly opened the door to find you no where in sight. He was confused yet shocked by the volume and luxury of your room. It was huge and simplistic yet it was also refined. Everything was perfectly clean he could smell your perfume all over your room mixed with the smell of your clean sheets. He heard some rummaging from another part of your room which was your closet. There was a crack in the door so Mark slowly approached to take a little peep to see how you were doing. 

He saw you looking around your giant Barbie-sized closet in your cute fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers. He noticed you pulling out a few party dresses before you settled on wearing a Versace dress with a pair of matching sandals to match. Mark watched you remove your robe to reveal your matching black lace undergarments and your almost naked body. Mark needed to look away but he couldn’t watching your hips, dips, curves and waist was making his mouth water. He watched as you put on your dress but struggled to zip it up all the way. 

Mark was about to knock on the door and pretend he wasn’t looking before you caught his adorable puppy eyes looking at you through the reflection in your full length three paneled mirror. He looked like a puppy waiting patiently for his owner to come out, you couldn’t help but pout. 

“You can come out Mark.”

Mark was in so much shock that he accidentally bumped into your door falling over onto the cold marble floor. He got up and brushed off himself and kept apologizing for creeping up on you. As you approached him his eyes kept looking down in shame. 

“I-I am s-so sorry! I didn’t mean to look but-”

“But what?” You walked closer to him taking your finger and lifting his chin up. 

“Y-you l-looked really nice.”

“Nice? Just nice?”

“Y-yeah..”

“You’re so cute. You should go get changed and go downstairs before your friends think you’ve gone missing.” You chuckled and tapped his nose. 

After that Mark promptly left your room to go downstairs to join his members in picking their rooms. Taeyong suggested that they check out the upstairs for other rooms, Mark found himself a room that was right next to yours. It was a pretty sizable room, simple decor with a full sized bathroom and walk in closet. Mark got dressed into an all black suit with a black undershirt. Mark styled his hair with a little gel. All the other SuperM members were yelling at Mark to come down to celebrate, ordering limitless amounts of chicken, beer, soju, and watermelon, Mark’s favorite meal. 

Mark walked out of his room to coincidentally see you also walk out of your room. You looked breathtaking, your hair, makeup, everything, everything was perfect. Mark gestured you to go downstairs first and watch you cascade down gracefully. As Mark walked down he could hear all his member’s screaming and clapping. They also invited some friends of Mark’s that were in the area to come help and celebrate. 

Music was blasting, drinks, food, and games were being tossed around everywhere. It was a fun night. You allowed the guys to have their fun, dance around drunk while singing karaoke or playing another round of street fighter. You liked this. You loved that SuperM gave you a taste of what it’s like to be a normal adult in their 20s, living and enjoying their life to the fullest. 

It made you ponder, you never wanted them to leave. They were a breath of fresh air, it gave you an excuse to take three vacation days from your busy schedule. It made you regret throwing yourself into a billion dollar business at 18. You just wanted to have fun, not sit and do paper work all day. But at the end of the day you felt it was worth it, because you would allow people and groups such as SuperM to thrive and bring some sort of happiness to others. 

As you were reflecting you pulled yourself outside onto the pool deck sitting in a lounge chair looking up at the clear sky, listening to your infinity pool brush water off the clear edge. Mark noticed you were alone so he took this opportunity to get to know you, before he considers pulling some real moves. 

“Hey, y/n? You alright?”

“Y-yeah! How’s the party?”

“It’s AMAZING, I can’t thank you enough for giving me a fun-filled and memorable birthday!”

“Of course.”

“Why are you outside, alone?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“What I’m going to do when you guys are gone.”

“Gone?” “Yeah I’d have to fly back to Milan soon for fashion week, I have a fittings, approvals, and adjustments of garments to do.”

“Oh.” Mark looked slightly sad. 

“I just wish you could have stayed longer with me.”

You glanced up at him. 

“Us! I mean- I mean us! SuperM! haha...”

Mark scratched the back of his neck again out of nervousness. You and Mark continued to talk about various things bonding over Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood and Mark getting jealous that you met Justin Bieber once. You noticed the party was dying down so you decided to ask Mark if he wanted to talk to you somewhere more private. He agreed as you secretly dragged him up into your room, hoping his members didn’t see you. 

Mark’s ears felt hot, he felt himself getting excited. He stood near your bed as you closed and locked your door. You pushed Mark down on your bed crawling on top of him. Mark’s eyes were wide in shock and excitement he was waiting in anticipation before you got off of him. Mark frowned sitting up about to stand but before he could protest you started to punish him. 

“Sit.” Mark obediently sat. 

“Good boy” You spoke as you pet his hair.

“Now, because of that little stunt of a tease you did earlier in the car, no touching unless I say got it?” You seductively whispered into his ear.

Mark nodded.

“Good.”

You slowly zipped down your dress as you slowly removed one sleeve from the other. You slid your dress down with your arms down to your ankles giving Mark a clear view of your ass as you bent down. You kicked the dress to the side as you walked to sit on Mark’s lap. You could already feel him getting hard, 

“Aww, is my baby excited?”

“Y-yes.” Mark was about to wrap his arms around you but you stopped them. 

“Nuh-uh, no touching baby.”

Mark pouted.

“Good boys get rewards, are you a good boy?”

“Y-y-yes..”

“Yes who?”

“Yes...miss, y/n.”

You slapped Mark’s cheek. 

“That’s mommy to you. Again.”

“Y-yes, m-mommy.”

“Good, you’re learning. You should be rewarded.”

You shove Mark down onto his back kissing him, tasting soju and watermelon off his lips. Mark was following your rhythm, kissing you back full of passion and licking your tongue every now and then. You started to move down his neck, kissing and sucking on a soft spot. Quiet hissed and moans left Mark’s mouth as you slowly kept kissing down towards his shirt. You ripped open his shirt breaking off a few buttons. You removed his shirt and suit jacket and threw it across the room. 

“My baby is a little toned now isn’t he?”

Mark has a defined six pack which only turned you on more. You kissed down his chest while trailing your fingers down tracing his abs. You pulled down his suit pants tossing them to the side, leaving Mark in his black boxers. You could see his member outlined hardened inside. You palmed his member and Mark’s face shot up to look at you and met your eyes and let out a soft moan from his lips. You pulled down his boxers and saw his member hard, leaking with precum. 

“Baby I didn’t expect you do be so big. Mommy is so proud of you.”

“P-please...”

“Please who?”

“P-please m-mommy touch me.”

“As you wish baby.”

You played with is member pulling it up to watch it fall back and smack against his stomach. You reached into your side drawer and pulled out some lube, pouring some on top of his member before rubbing your hands against it. You could hear Mark cursing with his moans. You went faster and slower, picking up the pace to watch Mark go out of control with higher pitched moans. When Mark was about to climax you pulled your hand away and Mark whined. 

“This is what you get for teasing me in the car.”

“I-I’m sor-rry mommy! Just please!”

“Please what?”

“P-p-please let me cum!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“P-please let me cum mommy!”

As Mark spoke you picked up the pace immediately eventually sucking onto the tip of his member for added stimulation, it didn’t take long for Mark to climax into your mouth, which was a mouthful. You swallowed it and licked the rest off of his member. 

“Baby, you taste amazing.”

Mark was breathless, sweating, and seeing stars. He felt like he just did the hardest workout of his life. You climbed back on top of Mark to kiss him. 

“But...m-mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“What about you? Shouldn’t you feel good too?”

“But it’s your birthday baby.”

“And I want to make you feel good, please. Let me make you feel good mommy~” 

The way Mark said mommy turned you on so much you wanted to go for a second round. He really knew how to rile you up. Plus, he looked adorable begging, so you gave him a free pass. 

“Alright, since it’s your birthday, you can make mommy feel good, show mommy what you’re made of baby. You are granted permission to touch me however you like baby.”

Mark immediately flipped you over and had you against your headboard with your pillows. He started to kissed you passionately while rubbing you all over your body. He would constantly ask if he was doing good and you would agree and tell him to keep going. Mark tried to remove your bra smoothly but was having some trouble. You kissed him and reassured him it was alright and removed the bra yourself. Mark kissed down your body and pulled down your underwear and he slowly pulled away your legs before licking against your wet cunt. 

“Mommy, you’re so wet...”

“All for you baby, keep going...”

Mark was surprisingly doing well making you feel really good, you were muffling your moans into your pillows before Mark finds your sweet spot which makes you jolt up to push his head down further with his hair. You were a moaning mess, Mark licked and sucked hard down on all the right places causing you to climax, almost crushing Mark’s face between your thighs. Mark smirked before kissing you, now tasting your sweet cunt in his mouth. 

“Can I put it in mommy?”

“Y-yes, please, put it in!”

Mark slowly entered you as you moaned out loud, Mark grabbed your face to look at him, he wanted to see your face. He slowly thrusted into you which felt painful at first but began to feel immense pleasure. Mark was also moaning harmoniously with you, kissing your forehead every couple of thrusts. 

“I-I’m close!”

“Me too!”

“Fuck!”

You both kissed each other as you both climaxed. Mark removed himself from you as he cuddled you into bed under your plush sheets.

“Happy birthday baby.”

The Borrower and Her Bean Part 5

Summery: Now he has found her room will she talk or will she run. 

Word Count: 1300

Warning: none  

 Part 4  - Part 6 

Part 5

Henry had woken early his mind still fixated on the little sprite that was inhabiting his house. For the last few days, he had also been sleeping terribly. The Nightmares that for some time seemed to have disappeared had returned. Deciding to take his mind off the terrors he plodded down the stairs. The morning’s soft light was just popping up over the trees and the moon and stars could still be faintly seen. Looking around he decided to do some work in the garden, this always had a calming affect on him. He noticed Kal sniffing around a vent in the wall and wondered, had Kal found the miniature people the last time he barked at the wall. This time he just wagged his tail and sat nose pointed towards the vent.

What could it hurt to check it out he though to himself as he laid down on his stomach in the grass and peered into the cavity. There he could see with the sunlight lighting the space a little room, There was a pocket mirror on the wall, a Match box halved with clothes hanging  in it like a cupboard, and a box lid decorated with decoupage pictures of roses and flowers. The room was a surprise to see but what made his stomach quiver with pleasure was the sight of his little sprite. She was nestled into the box lid cocooned into layers of fabric. Her little head poking out of the mass of blankets her hair a mess about her face.

He laid there for what seemed like an hour just watching her sleep, it was peaceful. Kal had lost interest at some point and started chasing a rabbit around the yard which caused her to wake. A smile pulled at his lips as he watched her rub her little eyes and swing her legs out of the bed. Standing up in a night gown that must have previously been a barbie’s gown, she stretched her small body on display for his eyes to see. He felt slightly guilty for watching her but he was fascinated, that was until she started moving towards him. He knew he could not move quickly enough for her to not see him so instead rested on his elbows.

The moment she saw him he knew, her body went ridged with fright and her chest increased its small breaths as if she was going to hyperventilate. Hoping to calm her he said with what he hoped a nice smile “Good Morning” He watched as she struggled he could see she needed to run but her body betrayed her. “Please don’t run, I just want to talk.” He watched her debate with herself, laying his head lower as if trying to make himself smaller he rested on his hands “your safe, the vent is mortared into the brick. Can we talk? I’ll start” his smile softens as he watched the little sprites shoulders relax. “Introductions might be in order; my name is Henry” at that his puppy bounds over licking at his face. “And this crazy bear is Kal”    

Melina could not believe that he had found her room, yes it was true that the vent was fixed to the wall. The only way he could reach her was by using a sledgehammer so even though her heart was hammering, and her legs felt jelly she moved back and sat on her bed. Her bean, Henry started chatting away, she loved the deep cadence of his voice. “I’m so sorry I scared you the other day, was just so surprised that you even existed……..I mean I don’t even know what your are or what your name is or how long you have been here or how you survive…….” Her bean seemed to be getting worked up, his voice increasing in volume, and speed, that even if she wanted to answer him, he could not have heard her.

 Thinking of a sound that might break through his deep voice she returned to what she knew would soothe him. She started to sing “Hush now my darling be still now just smile, rests as your kissed by the sun. Still, and just listen to my little lullaby and I’ll tell you a story, I’ll not run.” She watched as amazement filled his face, and he stilled to listen. With a soft voice he breathed “That was you? that I heard in my dreams? You chased my nightmares away?” he seemed to struggle to not keep talking and instead bit his lower lip. She smiled at the cute face he made trying to be still and not ask but wait.

Her nervousness was not as bad with his face being this close, it was more like when she was sitting on her sill, or on his pillow watching him. Her face coloured as she remembered the night she spent caressing his cheek. Breathing in, she swallowed her fear, and said “My name is Melina, I’m not a sprite, I’m a borrower. We live in the cavities of your home and the other muse’s in this row. How we survive? Well I can’t give away all our secrets.” She almost laughed at the pout that formed on Henry’s lips. She watched as he made himself comfortable resting his chin as he subconsciously hummed. His face had better colour, and his blue irises were clear except for the dark circles surrounding his lower eye lids. Had he been having the night terrors again?

Breaking the silence, she braved her own question “Yes it was me…. I like looking at the moon and stars at night from your windowsill. When you came home, I couldn’t resist still going there when you were asleep. My lullaby seemed to help you when you would cry out in your sleep….  Are you feeling better?” her concern warmed his face as her bean answered “Yes thank you, but I must have sacred you too much when we met…….. my nightmare is back and I guess you haven’t been coming to my room anymore.” This made Melina sad her chest squeezing at the though of her bean not sleeping because she was not there. She looked down wondering if she would ever have the courage to be that close to him again now that he knew she was real.

Henry could see he had made her sad with his last statement, hoping to lift her spirits he said “I really liked what you did with the figurine. I could never get the lines that perfect and the colours you chose where beautiful.” He watched her face colour under his praise and a small smile lift the corners of her mouth. “And thank you again for helping me when I was sick, do you think I can meet the others who helped?” She frowned at this question chewing on her lip she said, “I don’t think they would like that, I would even be in trouble if they knew we were talking” He could not understand why they would help him and yet forbit her from talking to him. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to get you into trouble but I like talking to you.” She smile at that comment her face fully looking at his.

Just as she seemed to be relaxing enough that he thought he could ask another question he heard small voices. They were calling out to Melina as they got louder and louder. “Lina where are you, you missed breakfast” the little boy walking into the room followed by his exact replica. Lina as the boys called her froze, unsure of what to do as she looked at Henry. Looking at the boy she put her finger to her lips then pointed. The pair turned simultaneously and froze. Henry lifted an eyebrow a smirk forming on his lips as he formed a question “I wonder are you two responsible for my game being hacked?”

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Bakusquad Headcanons

Uhhhh idk how but I ended up with a ton of headcanons for these dork kids, so uh. Here I guess??

After Bakugou really settles into the group and begins to let them actually physically touch him, Ashido's hand is basically constantly buried in his hair, especially when she's comforting him. Of course, she does this with all the others too, and has been doing it with Kirishima since their middle school days, but she's always saying Bakugou's is the fluffiest. ("It's just cause I use the best conditioner," He'd always huff.)

Kaminari has this habit with all of them. He'll put his pointer finger on some part of their body-usually their cheek, since that makes them laugh more for it's cuteness-and let a small, sm all static shock run through their skin. It never fails to make them laugh, and along with his jokes, he's one of the best at cheering people up in the team.

Whenever they're all cuddling, and one of them is cold, they snuggle up with Bakugou, and he'll heat up his hands like he does before he blows something up. But it's just really nice and warm. Not a bad warm either. Plus, he just runs warm anyways. (So does Kaminari-he's got electricity running around in his veins, they're gonna be warm-and Sero's not bad himself, but they don't have that advantage. (On the contrary, Kiri runs pretty cold, and Bakugou calls Mina 'barbie' just because she's basically freezing all the time.))

Any time Bakugou gets the chance, he'll just idly braid anyone's hair that's long enough to braid; aka, everyone except him and Mina. It's just really relaxing for him.

They all have these special hoodies, shirts, whatever, that they wear when they're real unhappy or just feeling really cozy comfy warm and shit and it's real easy to tell which one it is, so they just adjust the way they treat that person to accommodate

They all brought a bean bag a bit into the year that was their favorite color and they're all just piled in Sero's room cause he has the most room.

After realizing saying 'we need to talk' is a bit daunting, the squad made a little code phrase for when it's Serious Talk Time, whether that means later or now, and it's "I've got a story to tell". They decided on it pretty early on, but late enough that Bakugou was willing to participate in said talks in the first place, obviously.

They always have excellent nail polish, make up, whatever. Mina's pretty good at it, and Bakugou had fashion designers for parents. He wasn't getting out of his childhood without some Knowledge. Anyways, they're always perfectly presentable. It's great.

The whole squad is constantly secretly trying to destroy all of Kiri's crocs. Shh, don't tell.

Bakugou is entirely infuriated with Kaminari and Mina's hair, 24/7. Kaminari's won't settle down from it's staticyness for more then two seconds, and Mina's is just fucking untameable. He doesn't like Sero's much, since it's not long enough to do as much as he can with Kaminari's, and it's th ick, bitch. Kiri's is the most agreeable when it's down.

At some point, they bought a giant teddy bear. They only bring it out when someone is in severe emotional destress. It is The Happiness Bear. It has a few rips and burns and torn off fur, from Kiri, Kami Baku and Mina, and Sero respectively.

None of them agree on music choice. Mina likes bubblegum pop, Kiri's about more somber stuff, Sero listens to indie, Bakugou listens to rock, metal, and pop-punk-that scene-and Kaminari just listens to whatever he comes across. He had some really obscure music on his playlist, some emo, and even some shit like Beyonce and Taylor Swift, sittin right next to Ricky Montgomery and The Altogether. He's the most agreeable when it comes to listening with others, but theirs is always a bit...too much for him, since he's in the middle. Think of him as the circle and everyone else laying just outside the circle. The circle can't really expand, but the points aren't as broad. He's gets along best with Kiri and Sero, since he had plenty of chill music on his list, and some real obscure indie-ish shit somewhere. Bakugou likes some of the darker stuff he's run across, like Autoheart. He used to be REAL into All Time Low, but burnt himself out on their music. He knows every song, and every lyric; he doesn't hate it. It's just not his first pick. And then he's still got some shit like Owl City and Fun lurking around somewhere, and that's the shit Mina likes. Basically, he gets the most band recommendations, and gives the most.

Bakugou gets REALLY into Autoheart and Lincoln, shit like that as he gets older and mellows out-kinda like mid 2nd to 3rd year and on?-since it's still that kind of depressing feel but it's a lot more lowkey.

Kiri gets DE EP into The Altogether and Ricky Montgomery, and maybe Cavetown and The Oh Hellos, Sleeping At Last, Alec Benjamin...all those almost-sleepy singers, who sing about both sad and happy shit with the same calm tone.

Kaminari gets just,,,,SO into The Wrecks for like,,,,a month, with their party music vibe that's almost All Time Low but with more energy this time.

Mina's always been a Beyonce and Owl City stan, man.

Sero doesn't mind Owl City, either, though; got that kinda tone to it, yknow? Absolutely into Fun.

Skskdkdk sorry I got into a BIG tangent,,,,I just know so many obscure bands that they'd like man

Also I hella projected onto Kaminari bc I feel like he's that dork to be into a song called "Favorite Liar', another called 'Mediocre At Best', one called 'Agrophobia', and ANOTHER called fucking 'Light'.

Also he's definitely into Mother Mother. That's a must. Sero might be too.

Might make,,,,,a separate post abt that

Kami and Sero rlly like fall

Mina's a winter gal

Kiri's all for summer

And Baku's all bout spring

They have had multiple discussions about scars for no reason other than to discuss something.

Kami is ALWAYS letting off a static shock of SOME KIND and he shocks the first person he touches when he wakes up. Once he did this to Jirou and it partly fried her buds for a while, it blew Bakugou up because he had just walked in from his jog, it conducted with some of Mina's acid and fucked her over, etc etc. So Kirishima is always sent to wake Kaminari up, and all of them have rubber gloves on hand early morning just in case he wakes up before Kiri can be the first to touch him and he groggily tries to touch anyone

Bakugou's room smells like caramel due to nitroglycerin smelling like it 24/7, and it's calming as hell, so that's where they go when they need a good calming cuddle pile

They always do a group hug before and after dangerous missions

...just in case.

They go to the park at least once a month bc why tf not? And they always hog all the swing sets. Bakugou usually goes on a jog.

One of Kaminari's favorite ways to fuck with them is to let his hands hum with just a small bit of static and then POOF up their hair

It's always hilarious

Especially on Bakugou, since it just makes it kinda,,,,poof mo re??? It's hilarious trust me-

If Sero could make a conductive kind of tape, him and Kami could totally have a type of electroweb attack. Or maybe if Mina's acid could conduct well enough she could like spread all over the ground and it would work as a way to direct his electricity his pointers may not help with. Like zeroing in his electricity in little spots under villian's feet and giving Kami good control in the ground too and it could cause less damage! Plus maybe if he lost his pointer or smth she could put it on the villian and then they would get electricity right to the skin? Idk something like that

Hm...his combos with Baku are limited. It's possible he could like coat his hands with his sweat and then Kami could blow it up himself if his quirk is out of commission? Or his arms; we know they get recoil in canon. But maybe he could soak something in the nitroglycerin using the grenades-just open em i guess?-and then set it ablaze?? It'd have to be a PRETTY special case tbh

If civilians could possibly be harmed Kiri could act as a lighting rod,,,,using a lightning rod attacked to his head?? Or some super conductive clothing or something. Idk.

Everybody knows you could bathe Kiri in the sweat and then he'd ignite it no prob

Sero could swing one of them (or multiple) and then 'oh shit a flying bomb/rock/acidic substance/electricity plants comin ur way' i guess

Idk. I swore to God Baku was my fav but I'm bein real biased towards Kami. Sigh...oh well. I'll work on it later. It's late.

FFT: bitter bite ; pete dunne

Notes:

Okay, so this was sent to me on the main’s asks. I cannot remember by who for the life of me, so.. Thanks to whoever sent it? Anyway, this was part of a universe I came up with in which Barbie was dating / considering mating herself to Tyler Bate until Pete Dunne is revealed to be her true mate, throwing things into a serious uproar. And tbh, I really do miss that story, so maybe.. Idk.. Possibly. I honestly don’t like Tyler enough to write him into it, so maybe I can find some other way to do things...

Summary:

Barbie is Pete’s Omega. But she’s also Tyler’s girlfriend. It’s just too bad that every single time he’s around her he’s reminded of that. Lots of internalization and some cute lil awkward moments.

Pairing:

Pete Dunne x OFC, Barbie Spencer.

Warnings:

uhh... strongly implied alpha / omega dynamics here so... if that’s not your thing then this is not your cup of tea.

His fists clenched and he shoved them down into the pocket of baggy gray sweats. He could’ve easily told her he was there, he could’ve said anything to alert her to his presence.. But one quick scenting revealed that she knew.

... she knows and she’s still dancin like that… the thought just kind of.. Sat in Pete’s brain. He shifted his feet several times.. It did very little to dispel the strain of his cock against the material of his sweats. He couldn’t take the torment of her, dancing around the living room of the apartment she and  Tyler shared in a tee shirt -probably one of Bate’s, the thought had a certain… Jealous ring to it, but Pete couldn’t help it.

It was the animal. The same animal that longed to walk up behind her, put his hands on those hips, and sink his teeth into that neck.. He wanted to bite her so bad, to lay claim to what was supposed to be his.. What made this even more difficult, he thought to himself, is that now that I’m gettin to know her proper.. I’m startin t’ really fall in love with her for myself.. It’s not just th’ animal ‘at wants her all to myself anymore.. It’s me too….

He raised his hand and wiped at his mouth, taking several deep breaths. Dragging that same hands through his hair seconds later as the Madonna song that had been playing turned to Lady Gaga and he heard her start to sing along.. He stifled a groan as one particular hip roll kicked up the hem of the shirt and revealed black lace.

If he were Mandrews or anyone else, he’d be trying to insert his entire fist in his mouth right now.

He found the source of the music, her docked Iphone and he hit pause, clearing his throat just as she made her way past him with the pile of clothing in her hand. His eyes settled on her neck for a few seconds, lingering.. He swallowed hard. The desire to bite, to claim.. It got so much stronger.

“Pete.. hi.. Tyler went jogging.” Barbie grimaced as yet again, the words she meant to say to Pete -my Alpha, her brain corrected sternly, came out in not a normal volume but something akin to a quieter mumble. “If you want to wait, he should actually be back in a few seconds.

That damned heat was intensifying. The scent of him was heavy, bursting into her nose, puncturing her awareness and making it difficult to focus on anything other than what she was aching for most.

…there’s one problem here, Barbie… Pete is not your man.. Tyler is.. and what you’ve been fantasizing about since this whole heat thing started is.. It’s wrong… And besides, it is highly unlikely a man like Pete Dunne would ever give you a second thought for his Omega, even if Tyler weren’t your man… as soon as she had that thought, before she could stop it from forming, the frown formed and she raised her hand, dragging it through thick blonde curls. Pete’s eyes followed the movement of her hand before darting right back down to her neck and then lower. To her legs. He barely restrained a groan at the images that flooded him, the urge he had to pick her up, legs wrapped around his waist, sweeping all the stuff off the dining table nearby after sitting her on top.

… except I’m here pretending I want to see Bate… In reality, I’m here because I couldn’t fucking stay away. Not now, not when I can smell ya halfway across town.… He forced himself to stop thinking about his excuse so much and to just find a way to leave. Seeing Barbie like this, in the midst of her heat had not been one of his smarter ideas. And now, he needed to leave.

She was staring up at him, head tilted slightly and before he realized it, he stepped a little closer, staring right back down at her. “ I think I will stick around. Since y’ said it’s okay.”

.. wait, Pete, what in the entire fuck are you doing?… but he’d already said it. And besides, the other half of himself chimed in, she needs you close… without you close she can’t stay calm or cooled off properly… she’s in danger if you leave her side…

Oh but that side of himself would say anything just to stick close.

He flopped down onto the couch, legs spread, leaning back against the cushions and reaching for the remote, flipping through channels until he found a movie on that was at least halfway decent and wouldn’t bore him to death. She was still standing there, he could feel her staring. Finally she walked past and into the kitchen and Pete let out a long and shaky breath he didn’t even realize he held.

That heat she was going through?

It was.. the same for him; only rut. His entire body felt so hot he wanted to claw off his own damned skin. The inner animal was wide awake and it was getting so much harder to control and reign the inner animal back.

It felt like hell for him, so when he realized that meant she had to be starting heat, he hadn’t been able to focus properly without at least stopping by. She’d been in the kitchen for more than six minutes now and concerned, Pete stood, making his way into the kitchen. She turned just as he stepped up behind her standing in front of the freezer with it’s door open wide and a zip loc bag of ice pressed against her neck.

Seeing the sway of her body, he grabbed hold of her hips. “Easy.” his lips may have brushed her outer ear when he spoke. He didn’t mean to do it because the result was a jolt straight through his body that felt like someone brushed a live wire to him. He tensed but swallowing hard, he distanced his mouth from her ear before he did something really stupid and.. started to dance those lips down the side of her neck… Sinking in his teeth when he reached that area of skin covering her scent glands..

He could almost taste her now. The thought and the scent of her and the way it felt, pressing against her from behind like he was and should not be were all combining to be an overwhelming thing and before he could stop himself, he was growling quietly to himself, his fangs starting to come out, making him swear to himself quietly and take a deep breath.. When he thought he had himself under control, the animal inside proved that wrong because suddenly, he was pressing closer.. He heard the exact second she felt the way his cock strained at his sweats because that gasp -and the sudden heaviness of her scent, that gave her away. That gasp was followed by a whimper and he clenched his fists. Coming by to see about her and make sure she wasn’t suffering too badly was NOT a good idea by any stretch. It was torture, not only for him, but for her. if he were smart, he’d leave.

If he didn’t stop himself, he reasoned in  an attempt to put a stop to it all, he was going to get carried away.

It surprised him when she turned to face him and stared at his mouth for a few seconds, not saying a single word.

… what the fuck are you thinking right now, Barbie? you know how hard this is for him… you know what you want so bad you’re clenching your thighs at the thought of is wrong.. what are you about to do?…

She swallowed hard and plastered on a smile. A tight one, but hopefully a convincing one. “It’s so hot today.”

“Yeah. Yeah it is.” Pete realized he was leaning in and he managed to pull himself back before he did anything stupid. He managed to play it down and he reached past her, grabbing a bottled water from inside the fridge as he asked with a slight smirk, “Everythin okay, Barbie?”

“Oh yeah, yeah.. Totally..” Barbie managed to mumble as she took a few deep breaths and followed Pete back into the living room..

Back to his Roots

They had awoken the next morning to find Four split, his fragments asleep curled up together where Four has been before. With the storm gone they set out early. Leaving their cave they looked an odd bunch, with their normal clothes dry again the links had adopted an odd fashion sense.

They wore an odd mismatch of their own clothes and their darks. Four’s selves were still wearing their darker colors, Twilight had doned all his own clothes again including his wolf pelt, and Time was redressed in his full armor though a hint of black tunic peaked out from where white normally did.

Legend had chosen to keep Acidics long black under tunic placing his red tunic over it and forgoing wearing either of their caps, it showed off how Legend’s hair had gained some green streaks like those in Acidics. Wind had also gone back to his normal clothes though he didn’t have much to mix and match like the others did.

Hyrule looked like he was going through a goth phase, he had kept all of Callous’s clothes except for replacing the top layer with his own green tunic, likely Callous had made a big fuss about it leading to the current situation. Or so Warriors thought. Wild had returned to his normal clothes in addition to doning a simple black cloak, his clothes were perfectly clean and unwrinkled, his hair brushed and made into a simple ponytail. Sky as well had gone back to his own clothes completely.

Everyone had packed away their darks clothes in case they ever needed them again and headed out.

Warriors himself had gone back to his usual clothes and armor with his and Conqueror’s scarves, it was quite sweltering normally wearing two scarves but the mountains they were currently traveling through were quite cold so he was thankful for the extra layers.

As always Hyrule’s home was full of monsters and these mountains were crawling with axe wielding Diara and wallmasters. By noontime they were all drenched in sweat and tired the fights were near constant and their progress was slow. Not that Warriors minded a good fight occasionally but even he was tired.

Conqueror on the other hand, he lived for this. Everytime their sword decapitated another foe he delighted. His bloodlust was stronger than any Warriors had ever seen. It honestly scared Warriors a little to think that he could ever be consumed by that same kind of desire for blood.

Turning his thoughts back outward Warriors noticed things were changing, a tingling feeling rose on the back of his neck before a feeling like pouring water washed over him. In a moment their surrounding shifted from the mountainous tunnels they had been traversing into an open field in front of a magnificent castle. Warriors knew it in a second, he was home.

The gates of Hyrule Castle opened as the heroes stood there attempting to get their bearings. Once the gate was open the forces of Hyrule marched forth in rows and rows of armed warriors. Dressed simply in blue and white tunics bearing the hyrule crest, light armor, and helms adorned with the hyrule crest as well, they marched out creating a corridor back towards the castle.

“This is a high class welcome.” Legend commented.

“Welcome to my home.” Warriors said flourishing at his castle and his men that surrounded them. “They don't do a welcome like this for anyone, but I’m an exception.”

Warriors started down the corridor his head held high but as he attempted to go three soldiers broke off and made a line keeping him from continuing.

“Ah Warriors, is this normal?” Wild asked from behind them.

“No, its not.” Warriors said eyeing the soldiers in front off him. “Who has been in charge in my absence? I wanted to speak with them.”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about them darling. They’re a bit tied up at the moment. You’ll be dealing with me today.” The voice of a woman floated from down the line and the boys watched dumbfounded as Veran strood confidently down the corridor towards them.

Immediately Warriors grabbed for his sword and made ready.

“This bitch again. Now’s the perfect time to end her.” Conqueror commented as Warriors sword twitched in his hands and he could feel his dark gearing up to take control for the fight.

“Not now Barbie.” Warriors grunted. “Let them go Veran.”

The woman merely laughed. “But I’ve only just enslaved them, it was rather easy actually. Once I told them off how their hero and beloved leader had turned traitor, consorting with beings of darkness and slaughtering nations, they all willing joined my side.”

Warriors seethed at the accusation, him a traitor? There was nothing on this earth he hated more than traitors, not cia or even ganon himself.

As his anger grew Warriors didn’t even notice Conqueror taking control smoothly he charged at Veran.

“Warriors no!” Someone called out as he went to cut off her head only to have one of his soldiers, his men, to step in front taking the blow meant for her. The man's head toppled to the ground. And he laughed.

Warriors laughed looking at the dead man, he honestly couldn't tell if it was Conqueror’s or his own excitement he was feeling but the prospect of an all out battle, a real battle excited him.

“It seems you will have your work cut out for you men.” Veran called to soldiers. “These men are criminals and traitors the crown, see this ones red eyes? Proof he has given over to the forces of darkness and turned traitor. Destroy them in the name of your princess.”

Veran gave a rallying cry and the soldiers joined in before rushing at the heroes with sword, lance, and bow at the ready.

Warriors shut everyone out completely as he raised his sword and began to swing, his friends could be dead in the ground but all he could think about was getting to Veran and destroying her. For once he didn’t feel the need to resist Conqueror and found their intentions and motivations aligning as they fought.

Raising his shield the man blocked a hail fire of arrows before running forward slicing in a wide arc taking out the first rank of soldiers, as they fell another with locked shields took their place.

“Excellent.” His voice slurred falling in between Warriors and Conquerors tones.

Warriors took out yet another wave as he turned around for the first time his clothes soaked in blood to look at his companions. None of them were fighting, they had their weapons out but were completely unmoving, they appeared disinterested or shocked.

“Traitors all of them.” He whispered, turning back to the battle at hand. Summoning part of his powers the man created several copies of himself each bearing a black image with glowing red eyes. The clones went to work pushing back against the army their might together clearing the way as the man himself strolled up to Veran.

“What power you’ve shown darlin.” The woman complimented. “Are you sure you’re really a hero? You seem rather…. Dark.”

Veran laughed at her own pun as the man readied his sword.

“You’ll pay for doing this to us.” The man grunted out. He slashed down at the witch who disappeared in a flash and reappeared floating in the air.

“Tisk tisk, not yet my dear. You may seek me at the home of my master.” With that Veran disappeared into black smoke.

A scream ripped from Warriors throat as he looked at where she had been not a second ago. The man turned back towards his companions and found the clones gone and the army in ruins, those left were running now that they’d seen what kind of monster their captain had become. Serves them right the traitors for believing the words off that witch.

The man stalked back towards his companions who met him with raised sword.

“What the hell Warriors, or Conqueror or whoever you are right now.” Time bellowed his sword stretched out front.

“C’mon Eternal you love a good blood bath as much as any true dark.” Conqueror said his words slurring against Warriors sarcastic answer of “Whatever I want.”

“You need to stop.” Time continued. “Don’t you see the innocent men that lay dead around you? That you slaughtered?”

“Of course I do, it was fun haven't let loose in awhile. ‘Side Stygian said I’d have a time to be angry, this is it. Even got control of this body while I was at it.” Conqueror said as he cleaned off the blood from their sword with Warriors royal blue scarf.

Hearing those words snapped Warriors back into reality, he found his control slippin away by the second, in anger he’d allowed Conqueror to distract him and take control.

“No.” He gurgled out as Warriors fought to take control again. Time who had been ranted about something stopped seeing the change.

“Fight him Warriors!” Wind yelled. The others joined in a similar vein.

“I won't go back, never again soldier boy.” Conqueror swore. “You better get used to it.”

Conqueror reached and unwound the blue scarf from his neck and dropped it to the ground in an act of finality.

Lost part 5

Words: 965 Warnings: mentions of guns? A/N: Hey everyone! So I finally got around to finishing the latest part of Lost, I really hope you like it and please leave feedback! If you want to be tagged, feel free to shoot me an ask

Over the next several weeks, migraines and flashbacks had become common. Steve had been out on a mission, so he hadn't been able to draw up the sketch we needed to help find the men from my first flashback. Sleep was also becoming difficult since I had started having dreams and nightmares that often kept me awake until the early hours of the morning. One of the few lights in my life was Bucky; he was always so sweet and understanding, doing his best to distract or comfort me as needed; I could feel myself falling for him more and more every single day.

Wanda and Natasha had convinced me to go into the city with them for a girls day. We took one of the SUVs with dark tinted windows and a glossy black paint and made our way into the heart of the shopping district. For the first time since I woke up from the accident, I felt like a normal young woman spending the day with her friends, and not like some science experiment gone wrong.

As we entered another store an employee came rushing over, her too-high heels clicking on the polished tile floor as she smiled her clearly fake smile, sickly sweet voice assaulting our eardrums, "Good day ladies, welcome to Gloria's, my name is Kate, how may I be of service to you?". "Hi Kate, thank you very much, but we won't be requiring any help today, we'll be fine by ourselves," Nat answers with a sweet smile, though her tone clearly left no room for argument as she led the way further into the store and to the section that housed clothes for my age range.

After picking out clothes, Wanda led the way through shoes, accessories, and cosmetics. Finally, we made our way to the checkout, where Kate rung up the purchases, again with fake, simpering smiles and a voice so sweet that it would give anyone cavities.

On the way back, we decided to stop at a small Italian bistro for lunch. It was a family-owned business, with a cozy atmosphere and they treated everyone like family. We had hardly sat down when the owner hurried over to greet us, his name was Carlos, and he seemed to know the girls well. "I'll let Sofia know you are here and Julia will be over shortly to take your order." With that, he hurried away again. "I hope you like garlic, it goes into just about everything, except dessert," Wanda warns with a giggle.

The bell above the door chimes and I turn my head slightly to see three men dressed in black jeans and t-shirts with heavy leather jackets walk in and look around. As Carlos hurries to the door the one in front pulls a gun from the back of his jeans and points it straight at the older man. "Alright, I want everyone to put their possessions on the tables and lay down on the ground keeping your hands where I can see them!" his raspy voice rings out through the restaurant. Nat and Wanda quickly duck under the table to formulate a plan for taking them down but I remain in my seat.

I can feel a surge of power coursing through my veins as I look at the morons who thought it would be a good idea to rob an Avengers hangout. As if my body acts of its own accord, I stand up with an amused smirk and stride out to where they can see me. "You idiots picked the wrong people to mess with, now be good little robbers and lay down your weapons and surrender, because I really don't want to hurt you," I say in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, that's cute. Manhattan Barbie actually thinks she stands a chance. Maybe when we've gotten what we came for, we'll gift her to the boss. He has been saying how bored he is lately, he'll enjoy having a new plaything," at this, the three of them snicker like schoolboys looking at their dad's Playboy magazine.

"Have it your way, but don't say I didn't warn you," I shrug, smirk still firmly in place as I wave my hands. For a second nothing happens, then all at once, the gun in his hand falls apart, and judging by the clanging sounds of metal hitting the floor, so did the Tweedle Twins'. While they are still bewildered I jump and land a solid kick to the first one's abdomen and sending him flying backward, toppling the three together like bowling pins. Natasha and Wanda appear beside me; Nat makes quick work of cuffing the three of them together while Wanda works her magic on calming the minds of everyone else in the restaurant.

Once the police had arrived and apprehended the men we went back to our table, both women looking at me strangely. "What? Is there something on my face?" I ask before taking a sip of my drink that had just arrived. "How the hell did you do that? And why didn't you tell us that you could?" Wanda is the first to ask. "Because I didn't know until I did it? Seriously, it was like an out of body experience. Once I saw the guy pull the gun, it was like my body was on auto-pilot." I shrug, trying to look nonchalant, but inside I am freaking out. What the hell did I just do?! How did I do it? Would I be able to do it again? And most importantly, why did it feel like there were bugs crawling all over my skin when that guy mentioned his boss? One thing was certain though, once I found out who was behind everything, there would be hell to pay...

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I can’t believe I am doing this

 So, hello everyone. This is basically my first post here and besides that is my first tumblr account :( Please welcome this brat. I decided to write a BTS fanfic and I’ll reveal the main character among the boys in a few chapters. So, this will be a loooonnng story that will haunt you for years. Kidding, I’ll try to keep it as funny as I can, because I like it that way. I hope my story will entertain you and be a good way to kill your spare time. I am gonna keep it a bit different than what I have read so far. Not gonna lie, I read some good stories though. Well, let’s begin.

1

“Good morning to me.” said I, looking at the mirror with a blank face. I am completely fucked up and though I look like I had the craziest weekend full of alcohol and handsome boys, I did not. All I had is this headache due to my shitty sleeping schedule. It may sound like I couldn’t get sleep because of classes or homeworks or whatever but it is all because of oversleeping. This is how shitty I am. This trash can under my table can literally do better than I do. Right trash can?

To check whether I had the craziest weekend but I can’t recall it due to my hangover, I took a step back to check my bed and it was empty. This poor bed has not met any stranger yet. An everytime I lay on it, I hear it talking to me, telling me that I am a lonely potato and will be a sister who dedicates herself to God until the end of time. And I tell him that he shouldn’t judge people like that, what’s wrong with being a sister? They are sweet and they have those kinda gothic clothes that make them cool as fuck. But he (my bed) has the ugliest sheets that I have been using for years. Yeah, good guess, Barbie sheets. But I have washed it probably a million times so Barbie’s mouth just vanished and it looks creepy as fuck.

My phone buzzed and my poor heart skipped a beat because I thought I finally got the e-mail I have been waiting for ages but turns out it is just my credit card receipt. “I said I am gonna pay it, Jesus.” I immediately deleted the mail and locked my phone. 

I took a bus to go to work. Yes, I am working for that company that you have been dying to work for ;) Can you imagine how cool it is to work for Bighit and get to see those guys every day of your life. I can’t. Because those are never happening. First, I started last week. And until now, I haven’t seen anyone except a beautiful girl whose task is to do make up. Oh, and there’s this lady whose age is about 30 and she is also a make up artist. About me? Well, I sweep floors and the second I turn around, they come to me like “Hey, could you sweep there again? Boys have just finished practicing.”.

OKAY, I can. I should. I must.  But how is it I never get to see those BOYS although I always hang out around them?? Like they are invisible because they are way too handsome for me and God just did a favor to me to not to catch feelings? Dear God, please just for once.........

It sounds like I am obsessed with boys but I am indeed. I love to see handsome people and nobody can blame me. I haven’t had regular relationships though. My last kinda relationship ended two years ago because I found out that I was his fifth girlfriend. Not like that,he had six girlfriends at the same time. And I was the fifth one. So I found the sixth one and I was like “Girl, obviously I did better, that is why I am the fifth and you are the sixth but it’s okay, let me buy you a movie ticket.” And we had a pretty good evening. She happened to be my bestie then.

Well, it all happened two years ago when we were living in London. I was born in Birmingham and raised in London. But I am originally from Ireland. We have lived in various places around the world during my childhood due to my father’s job but he passed away and my mother changed so much after his death. We buried him somewhere in London and that was when I thought that London is a bitch and I better go away. When I first came to Korea, it was all peace and quiet and it still is but I miss my best friend so damn much. She says she’ll move here but she is a fucking liar so I don’t expect anything better than my current situation.

While I was drawning into my thoughts, a very handsome boy stepped in the room I was sitting and without even asking, took my mug from my hand. I looked at him, he was similing. “Would you like one more cup of coffee? With or without milk?”

That is it bitches. This guy is in my bed in a week, lying on my barbie sheets and there is nothing you can do about it. He is probably from a famous band that everybody’s dying for. Ha ha, I am winning this time. Yet, I do not recall him from anywhere, is he from BTS? He is probably Jungkook. Yes, he is! Oh my God, look at his tights, I think I am having a massive heart attack. Wait, he also might be Yoongi? Oh no no, he is too long to be him. But how can I know, I have never seen them although we have been in the same building for a damn week. 

“Without milk please. Thank you.” said I was smiling as much sweet as I can. He kept smiling and his fucking fingers touched mine. When he is gone for a second, I reached my phone and texted my fucking best friend. “One of the boys just took my mug to get me coffee. I am 100% sure it is Jungkook. I am gonna be rich as fuck, can you hear me?”

When he is back, I almost put my phone into my asshole due to my astonishment. While he was handing my mug, I tried to prevent my hands from shaking but it was impossible. I thanked him and assumed that he’d be gone soon to practice again but I recognized the other cup on the table. That is it bitches, he came to chatter with me and when it is over, we’ll directly go to the register office to start Jeon family. 

“I am Daryl, by the way.” He reached for my hand to shake hands but I literally wanted to cut it off as he did so. He quickly recognised the vacant stares of mine and laughed. “Of course, it’s not my Korean name. I gave you the other as you’re a foreigner.”

“Can’t you see that I am fluent in Korean as well?”

“Well, I do but...”

“What then? Daryl? You think it’s funny? To lie people?”

“It’s not a lie. Oh my God, how could I possibly lie to you?”

“Like this. You think I cannot pronounce your name? I am speaking in Korean. I know how to speak Korean. I know how to pronounce words in Korean, including your name, D A R Y L.”

As my phone kept buzzing, I had to pick it from my asshole to see who has been calling me that vigorously. Ah, sure, I told myself. My stupid best friend who believed this stupid girl who is sitting with Jeon Jungkook v2.0.

“Yes honey.” I accepted the call and immediately ran out of the room. I started walking through the hallway while looking at the pictures of those boys taken in some part of heaven. Then I came across with a picture of Jungkook on the wall, he looked so happy in the picture. He was alone and his arms disappeared in the oversized sweatshirt he was wearing. I sighed and tried my best not to laugh at myself. It was when I realized that my best friend’s curiosity was growing and she was about to come here just to kick my ass.

“I’ll give you the details in 2 hours darling.”

“No, you will not. And why are you calling me darling? When you were here, you used to call me slug, remember that? Is your dumbass listening to me or should I book a ticket just to slap you in person.”

“Yeah.”

At that moment, I didn’t know what to do or say because I couldn’t understand what she was talking about. I came across with an another picture, right below Jungkook, and it was Park Jimin, who has the brighest smile I have ever seen in my entire life. “Jesus, what is that?” I took the frame from the wall and started looking at it closer. His eyes were barely seen and his hair was a mess. His fingers around his chin are so short that if Mc Donald’s gave me French fries as short and small as them, I would probably freak out and crumble. 

I ended the call without saying a word and focused only on the picture. Oh God, I wish you’d do that favor to me because I think I am infatuated and this man will never sleep on my Barbie sheets, I told myself. I read his name which is written in bold right under the frame, Park Jimin. And again and again and again. “You are not real.” Said I while putting it back. This fucker is too beautiful to be real.

About an hour later, I came back to the same hallway to search for my sweeper because in a moment, they are gonna come to me and tell me that those boys whom I am willing to give the last five years of my life just to kiss once are gone and it is my time to get in the practicing room and do my shit. As I found it, I heard a loud music coming from the room that is located at the end of the hallway. Of course I went there and started standing in front of the door (Every character in every story would do that, right??...) It was when I recognized the song and thought I was peeing. I checked my pants hoping I was not. When I stepped back and started breathing heavily, the door was opened by a guy who was in sweat but with a happy face, smiling and questioning me with his kinda confused face.

Dangerous (Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader)

Summary: Ever since you were little, people tended to underestimate just how badass you were. You never expected that moving to Hawkins, Indiana would be the thing to convince people that you were more than just a pretty face. Read the sequel. And the final installment.

Request:hello lovely!! first off just wanted to say i love all your stories, they're so well written and just wonderful to read. i was wondering if u would pls be able to write a steve fic and the reader is max's older sister but she's super feminine and always wears really cool outfits that r a bit impractical and steve kind of undermines her because of that but she is actually such a badass and max tries to tell everyone but they dont rly buy it until she idk saves from a demogorgon or?? up to u xxx also ( i just sent u a request about a mayfield!reader) and the idea kind of came to me because i feel like often times badass and strong and independent female characters cant also be feminine and girly you know??? anyway feel free if u want to write it like obvs u dont have to (can u tell i have never requested a fic before lmao) to do whatever i trust u and ur capabilities haha xxxx

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (Friends)

Word Count: 5,005

Author's Note:  This one stumped me. I can usually sit down and write in one or two sittings. But I kept coming back and chipping away at this one. Many thanks to @hargroovin for looking over this and making sure it was ready for posting. Hopefully, Sweet Requester, you like it.

Warnings: Language. Some minor violence at the end.

Whenever she was asked about her two daughters, your mother liked to launch into a pair of stories to describe you. At this point, it was almost a performance piece, what with the way she had nailed down the timing and the intonations and the facial expressions she would use at certain points. She had given the monologue so many times that you could clearly visualize it in your head, and pretty soon, you'd be able to take over for her.

She would start with a story about Max.

"Maxine is my youngest. You've probably seen her on her skateboard, zooming around town." (The skateboard was a relatively new addition to the story within the past four years. Before that it was roller skates, and before that she was simply running.)

"She's always been like that–always on the move, can't stay still for more than fifteen seconds. I swear," here your mother would lay a hand over her heart, "she goes by Max because she doesn't want to stick around long enough for the second half of her name." This would be followed by polite laughter and maybe some nodding. "You know, that reminds me of this one story. When Max was about seven and a half months old, she went missing. One morning I came into her room to check in on her since she had usually woken me up by then, and she was gone. I ran back to Jerry and woke him up in a panic, and he said that he had woken up in the middle of the night to check on her but he had put her back in the crib and she was fine. Anyway, we ran out into the hallway calling for her, hoping she would make some sound, and then all of the sudden we heard these little footsteps and I looked up to see Max toddling out of Y/N's room. Seven and a half month's old and she was walking! Independently!" There would be gasps here and some form of "No."

"I swear," your mother would hold up a hand. "She walked straight towards me and threw her little hands up at me to be picked up since I could walk much faster." She would drop her hand and lean back in her seat with a smile. "After that our house constantly looked as if it'd been hit by an earthquake." Your mother and the other person would laugh politely.

"Seems like you've got a little trouble maker on your hands," the person would inevitably say.

"Ohhhh, yes, but Maxine's the least of my problems." Your mother would look at you in your pink dress with white stockings and Mary Janes (or, as you got older, your floral leggings, frilly sweater,  and oversized blazer). "Y/N is the dangerous one."

"I'm sure that's not true," the other person would shoot you a smile, pinching a dimpled cheek or tugging on a braid or patting your knee. Then they would cast a dubious look at Max with her mop of wildly curly red hair and consider the fact that she had not been still for a single moment since they entered this conversation with your mother while you sat quietly by her side, legs neatly crossed.

"Don't let her looks deceive you," your mother would shake her head. "Let me tell you about this one time, Y/N was six years old at the time, so that would make Max about two. I had just gotten back from food shopping, and the neighbor who was watching them told me that the girls were playing in Y/N's room and that they had been well behaved and she hadn't heard a peep out of them. Well, of course, it's never a good sign when my girls are quiet, so I beelined straight for Y/N's room. And I found them," at this point she was digging through her purse. Of course, this was for show. The picture was tucked safely away in an inside pocket, and she would produce it with a small, triumphant "Aha!" and hand it to the other person.

In the picture, you and Max were sitting on the floor next to your bed. Next to you, three nail polish containers were pouring out various shades of pink onto the carpet. Your mother's make up bag sat in between you, but it had to have been completely empty as every form of make up, brush, and beauty tool was scattered around the two of you. For your part, you were grinning up at your mother, pink cheeked with bright red lips and what looked like almost a lipstick mustache because of how poorly you applied it. You had smudged heaps of purple eyeshadow onto your eyelids, reaching up to your eyebrows. Pinched between your dark pink and light pink little nails was your mother's mascara wand. Across from you, Max was gaping open mouthed at your mother, her lips a similar bright red, but the entire left side of her face was pink and she had green eyeshadow which was delicately blended in with her fair eyebrows. Except, her right eye had dark black smudges across it from where you tried to apply mascara. In her hair, you had had clipped about a half dozen of your mom's curlers.

Reactions ranged from a simple "Oh my!" and stifled giggle to laughing so hard tears fell from their eyes.

"For the life of me, I don't know how she convinced Max to sit still for that long. Or how either of them the reached my make up bag on top of my dresser," your mother would laugh, taking back the picture and zipping it up into its pockets. "But those are my girls for you."

You may have aged twelve years and moved across the country, but you had to admit, the story was still classic you.

After all, you woke up every day an hour earlier than you had to just so you could do your make up and coax your hair into the perfect side pony. And you needed at least 30 minutes to play around with your wardrobe to make sure you had a unique outfit to wear that day. There were 365 days in a year, and you refused to wear the same exact outfit on any single one of them.

Ok, so at around day 300 you had to start getting creative with what counted as the same and what didn't, but the fact remained that you did not repeat outfits. And it wasn't like you had thirty different shirts or forty pairs of pants. Your wardrobe was reasonable. You just had a knack for pairing things that other people may not have considered and what your mother deemed "a natural talent at accessorizing."

Today for instance, you had tied a neon blue bow into your hair (in addition to your black sequined scrunchy), stacked about thirty five jelly bracelets up your arm, and secured yourself into your clothes with two belts.

You were looking totally glam. You had to be. It was the first day at your new school.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Billy asked looking over at you from his eggs. You rolled your eyes and flipped him off, lifting your spoon to your mouth.

"Why do you care?" Max glared at him over her cereal.

"It's fine, Max," you murmured.

"I have to be seen with you getting out of my car," Billy's lip curled as he looked over at you again. "You should change."

Max opened up her mouth to say something, but was cut off.

"Who needs to change?" your mother asked, lightly, breezing back into the kitchen from the bathroom.

"Billy was worried about his denim on denim look," you looked up at your mom, shooting a brief, tight lipped, smile. "I told him it's very fashion forward."  

"I think you all look great." Your mother bent down and kissed your temple. "Thank you," she whispered in your ear. You just shot another tight lipped smile at Billy.

She moved around the table and kissed Max's head. You guess based on Max's scowl what she whispered—be nice.

Your mother continued around the table and stopped behind Billy, hovering for a second. She patted his shoulder lightly, and Billy's whole body tenses up, his knuckles going white on his grip on his fork. Your mother walked away, but Billy didn't relax. He glared over at you.

"You should probably head out soon," your mother advised. "Don't want to be late to your first day."

Billy shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and then shoved away from the table.

"Your plate, Billy," your mother lightly reminded.

Billy paused, plastering on a smile so fake you wouldn't see it on a Barbie. "Sorry, Susan." His words were a wooden sort of cheery. Billy walked back over, scooping his plate up from the table and dropping it in the sink where it let out a loud clattering sound.

Max muttered something under her breath, and you saved yours, settling for rolling your eyes.

"Thank you, Billy," your mother's voice was at a whisper. Your stomach tightened and your fingernails dug into your hand.

Max looked over at you before standing up and stacking your plate on top of hers, gently placing them both onto Billy's, as the front door banged open, Billy walking out to his car.

"Bye Mom," Max said quietly, following Billy out.

"Bye Mom," you echoed, stopping by her and planting a kiss on her cheek before leaving to go to school.

The first thing you noticed about Hawkins High School was all of the jeans.

The second thing you noticed was all of the sweaters.

At least in California there's been a mix of bad fashion. You'd had the kids who insisted on neon spandex. All. The. Time. And the punk kids. And yeah there were also jeans and t-shirts kids, but at least they had cool slogans.

The kids in Hawkins looked at you, casting derisive and surprised looks. You ignored them, searching the halls for cute boys or a girl who was also familiar with the color pink. Whichever came first.  

Your eyes landed on an attractive boy. He was tall and relatively well dressed in the grand scheme of Hawkins. For one thing, he was definitely pulling off the sunglasses indoors thing, and his hair. His hair was killer.

"Hi, excuse me," you asked, pitching your voice even higher than normal. It was the unspoken way of signaling that you meant no harm, wouldn't be asking if you had someone else to ask, but yes, you were open to being friends.

"Uh," the boy looked over at you, giving you a once over. "Hi."

"Do you know where Mr. Roth's class is? I'm new and can't quite figure my way out around the school."

"Yeah, it's down by Kramer," the boy said, gesturing vaguely down the hall. You had a sinking feeling you'd chosen an attractive asshole rather than the chivalrous attractive.

"And Kramer is...." you trailed off, your voice rising a little bit, edging closer to the "Danger Tone" as Max called it.

"Down the hall, second left. It's one of the doors on the right hand side," he sighed. He looked over at you as you blinked. "Get any of that?"

You gave him your signature tight lipped smile and nodded. Watching as he widened his eyes and sucked in a breath, shaking his head as he turned away.

You wished you could tell him exactly what you thought of him in that moment. But instead you stood there gaping as he walked away. You wished Max was here. She'd have the words to match your one finger raised high.

You saw the attractive asshole again at lunch. You had squeaked when the lunch lady scooped sludge on your tray, earning looks from everyone in line. The Asshole was a few people ahead of you in line and at your sound had looked back at you. His eyes met yours and he scoffed, rolling his eyes. In the back of your mind a small plan formed to trip next to his seat and spill your sludge all over. But as you watched him walk away and sit next to the one girl who had bothered to be nice to you today and help you catch up in math, you decided to give him a pass.

"What the fuck happened to my car?" Billy asked staring at his Camaro. On the driver's side door was a long thin scratch.

You looked over at it as you walked around to the passenger side door. "Piss someone off already, Billy?" you asked in a sweet voice. His eyes shot to you, his gaze darkening.

"You fuckin' bitch," he growled.

"Every time she's been near this car, it's been right behind you. Don't you think you would have seen her key your car?" Max asked, opening the back seat door and climbing in. You followed suit, both of you slamming your doors shut at the same time.

Billy weighed this and decided he was attentive enough that he would have noticed. He wasn't because he didn't.

He hadn't said one word to you when you got out of his car that morning, walked around the back under the guise of letting Max out, and then took out your house key and run it along the side of the car. How he hadn't heard was beyond you. The mullet must have muffled it. Oh well.

You had decided you did like Hawkins ok.  Not as much as your siblings, though. Max seemed to be taking to it fairly well. At first she practically lived at the arcade, but eventually she made friends and even met up with them to go trick or treating. And Billy. Billy had been dubbed the fucking king at that party. It had taken you close to two hours to find any cute boys willing to dance with you. And you had thought your fairy outfit was appropriately sexy meets the Indiana cold. And while word had gotten around that you were a talented kisser and that you had made your debut kissing the popular Todd Collins, you were finally welcomed into a semi-popular group. After several shopping trips and three sleepovers, you convinced your newfound friends of the fun of nail polish and glory of leggings. They had a road ahead of them, but progress.

The most surprising turn was that you and Billy had a common enemy: Steve Harrington. The attractive asshole. Although it was probably more accurate to say that you and Steve had a common antagonist in Billy. Or maybe the boys had a shared distaste of you. Whatever it was, the three of you didn't like each other and you found yourself occasionally admiring the jabs Steve made at Billy's expense and hearing about how Billy had thrown Steve on his ass.

But while you, Max, and Billy had all made friends, none of you expected to hear the doorbell ring on a Friday after school.  

As you were currently shut up in your room painting your nails, and Billy was playing macho-man, lifting weights in the front of the house, You elected to have him answer it.

"Max are you getting that, or what?" Billy shouted out. You should have expected as much. You rolled your eyes taking a deep breath in.

"OK!" Max answered, and you breathed out in relief, thankful for your little sister. You still had three nails left.

The doorbell rang again. Five more times.

"I swear to God, Max!" Billy shouted, and you heard Max storm out of her room, and the doorbell stopped.

You had finished up the last of your nails before Max came back in. You could hear a brief exchange between her and Billy before Max slammed back into her room. You got up from your desk chair, slipping out of your room and knocking on Max's door twice before going in.

"Max!" you gasped, looking at your wide-eyed little sister who was half way in her room and half way out the window.

"Y/N!" Max answered in an equally shocked voice. Her eyes darted over your shoulder. "Close the door!" she hissed.

You hurried into the room, pushing the door shut behind you.

"What—Where—" you stuttered, as Max remained frozen. "Get out of the window!" you finally settled. She acquiesced.

"Max?" A boy's voice drifted up through the open window. Max's eyes grew even wider. She looked as if she's just been caught stealing your mother's car keys.

"Who is that Max?" you asked, lowly. You had a sinking feeling you knew as you crossed to the window.

Lucas Sinclair.

His eyes grew as wide as Max's as he looked up at you.

You turned to Max. "You know I'm a sucker for a good romantic cliche, Max, but are you serious right now?"

"It's not romantic," Max mumbled, her face flushing.

"Look, it's a matter of life or death!" Lucas called up.

"Shhhhh," you hissed. "If Billy hears you, we're all in trouble."

"If it's not romantic, why are you sneaking out your window?"

"He said he has proof that there's some sort of alternate dimension and creepy conspiracy in town," Max looked up at you.

You blanched.

"Max!" Lucas cried out, and you both hushed him.

"Look, you are not sneaking out on your own to hunt down conspiracies about alternate dimensions," you shook your head.

"Y/N," Max started, pleading.

"I'm coming with you," you announced. Max lit up.

"No way," Lucas shook his head. You looked down at him and could see it in the way he looked at your neon pink shirt and thick belt with an admittedly clunky belt buckle. You huffed in a breath.

"Please," Max scoffed. "If you're telling the truth, we need my sister. She's the most bad ass person in this town." You shot a half smile at her and she returned it.

"Fine, just come on. We have to go!" This boy was one antsy little sucker.

"Max, go with him. I'll grab my skates."

It was surprisingly easy to sneak out of the house. All you had to do was walk straight out the door and tell him Dana was here and you were going shopping.

He hardly even looked up to notice you were walking out of the house with your backpack on.

It had been slightly harder to keep up with Lucas Sinclair on your way to the mystery destination because that boy could pedal.

The three of you stopped at the top of a hill, leading to a junk yard. Below you saw a small boy with a red, white, and blue hat and…

"Shit," you swore as Lucas called out to his friends. Max looked up at you, and pulled a face as if you were crazy. "It's the asshole," you muttered to her, as she turned back to look with you at Steve Harrington. You descended down the hill, trailing behind Lucas and Max as you came up to the boys. Hat-boy was looking between Lucas and Max with a mixture of shock and disappointment. It was a look you were all too familiar with, and your heart went out to him.

Even if he was hanging out with the likes of Steve Harrington.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, looking at you skeptically. He crossed his arms, and you matched him. You noticed the Hat-boy pulling Lucas away behind a car.

"I'm here to make sure nothing happens to my sister," you bit back.

"What afraid she'll break a nail?" Steve asked with a smug little smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"Please, only time Y/N's ever broken a nail is when she had to climb out of the window to–" You shot a look at Max, cutting her off.

"That's a story I want to hear more of," Steve encouraged.

"What are we doing here?" you ignored him, casting a look around the junkyard. "And what does it have to do with conspiracies and alternate dimensions."

"Apparently there's a cat-eating space lizard on the loose." Steve's hands moved to his hips as if he was some sort of demented super hero. "And it's up to us to stop it."

You snorted. "Yeah, ok. How do we do that?"

"Pile up as much as you can to fortify the bus," Steve jerked his head towards a large old rusted bus. "Once night comes, hopefully that thing will be lured out to the meat pile, we set it on fire from the safety of the bus, and Hawkins is saved. Easy. Well, except for the heavy lifting."

"I think I can manage." You rolled your eyes, pulling off your skates and exchanging them with the sneakers you had stashed in your backpack.

"Not afraid of getting a little dirt under your nails. Maybe messing up your outfit?" Steve poked, smiling.

You glared up at him from where you were tying your shoes. You stood up, stepping closer to him. "What's your fucking problem?"

Max's eyes widened and she backed up, turning to start the work on the bus.

"No problem," Steve shook his head, holding his hands up defensively.

"Than cut the commentary. I dress well. I like pink. I'm a girl, and I really like being a girl, ok?" Your voice was firmly in the Danger Tone.

"Yeah, I noticed. Everyone in Hawkins High notices you prancing around in your little outfits expecting people to go out of their way to help the princess," Steve scoffed, shaking his head. "It's bullshit," he muttered.

"That accusation is bullshit," you shot back, pulling in deep breaths. They were supposed to calm you. They didn't.

"Oh is it?" Steve asked, stepping closer to you. "You pulled that little stunt on me. First time I met you."

"You think I was—" you stopped yourself, shaking your head. "I was trying to make friends, you dickhead!"

"You know what," Steve made made a sweeping motion with his hands. "Let's just stop talking and work in silence."

"Fine," you bit back.

"Good," he nodded.

You stormed away from Steve, going to hunt down things you could use to fortify the bus. You had only made it a few yards, so you could hear Max perfectly clearly when she walked by Steve and paused next to him:

"Don't make her mad," your sister warned. "She gets dangerous."

You smiled to yourself, and finding a thin but solid looking pipe, you picked it up and stashed it on the bus. Just in case.

The five of you crowded onto the bus as the sun fell, Steve insisting he be the last one on to close and block up the door. Quickly thereafter, Lucas had offered to go up to the bus' roof and keep watch, and after a brief exchange with Dustin (that was Hat-boy's name apparently), in which you had almost stepped in to tell the little sucker off, your sister had gone up to join him. Leaving you alone with Steve Harrington who was flicking a lighter open and closed, and Dustin, who was pouting.

A blood curdling howl echoed outside the bus, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a small squeak.

Steve turned to you, eyebrow raised. "Easy, princess," he said, pushing himself up off the floor and looking out the window. You flicked him off even though both he and Dustin had their noses pressed up against the glass. You walked over to stand next to Dustin, peering out the bus' window.

There was nothing but mist. "This is really creepy," you murmured, and the boys, thankfully, ignored you.

"You see him?"

"No."

You could feel a bitter taste it he back of your throat. The same taste you got in your mouth when your mom sat you down after a particularly bad fight with your dad.

"Lucas, what's going on?" Dustin shouted next to your ear, and you flinched away, shooting him a glare. He probably couldn't see it in the dark.

"Hold on!" Lucas called back down. You waited one second. Two seconds Three– "I've got eyes. 10 o'clock. 10 o'clock!" his voice squeaked.

"There," Steve said, and your eyes followed his gaze.

Out of the mist crept a creature about the size of a dog. And that was where the similarities to any animal you'd ever seen before in your life ended.

It had no face. Just a hole which it inhaled the raw meat into.

The skin was odd, and it seemed more like it should be a frog's skin than a dog's even though it was clearly muscular.

"Eww," you murmured, unable to take your eyes off of it. Steve and Dustin snorted at you.

"What's he doing?" Dustin wondered.

"I don't know," Steve answered. Suddenly you wanted Max right by your side.

"He's not taking the bait. Why's he not taking the bait?" Steve's voice was frustratingly calm, even when his words weren't.

"Maybe he's not hungry," Dustin posed.

"Maybe the menu's not to his tastes," you joked. And then a thought hit you. Maybe the menu wasn't to his tastes. He ate cat. He ate cow. Maybe he was looking for something less hairy. Less tough. A little prettier. You bent over and picked up Steve's nail ridden bat.

"Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you're doing?" Steve asked, turning and grabbing your wrist.

"I'm expanding the menu," you replied, flippantly, attempting to yank your wrist back, but Steve's grip was too strong.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You'll get hurt," Steve pulled the bat from your grasp and released you.

"And what? You won't? Pretty sure neither of us are particularly prepared to go up against some gross space dog."

"It's not a space dog, it's interdimensional," Dustin corrected. Another howl echoed out and Steve looked out of the bus at the dog.

"You're staying here," Steve ordered, "Just, get ready." He tossed the lighter to you and left the bus.

Asshole.

"What's he doing?" Max asked, joining you and Dustin by the window. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Expanding the menu," Dustin murmured, stealing your joke. You shot another glare at him, and this time he had the decency to duck his head.

"Steve! Watch out!" Lucas' voice called from the top of the bus. You heard Steve call back a reply when a movement caught your eye, and your breath caught in your throat.

"3 o'clock! 3 o'clock!" Lucas squeaked out and you noticed as more interdimensional dogs crept closer to Steve. And then one lunged, and you gasped out, pulling away from the window as Steve swung his bat and flung himself over the hood of an old car. Dustin ran to the bus' door, pushing past you and screaming for Steve

"Abort! Abort! Steve, hurry!"

Steve was running back towards the bus and those things were hot on his tail, and even though he was an asshole, you couldn't help but scream for him to "RUN FASTER DICKHEAD!" Steve scrambled back onto the bus, pulling the doors closed, and then you heard glass shattering and you were screaming and Max was screaming. Lucas had climbed back down. You don't remember when that happened, but the three kids huddled by the ladder and away from the door. Good. Something hit the back of the bus, and a mouth snapped in. You pushed the kids out of your way, picking the pipe up from under the seat, and swung it, a nasty crack emitting from where you whacked the thing on the head. It pulled back.

The bus shook and then slowly, heavy footprints echoed down from the roof of the bus. You looked up and saw Max standing their wide-eyed looking up at the gaping hole in your fortifications. You flung yourself forward, scrambling up the ladder, pipe in hand.

"Y/N, no!" Max cried, but Lucas pulled her back, and Steve had just turned his head when you were already halfway up. The dog like creature hovered over you, opening its mouth, and a totally inappropriate thought entered your mind— aside from all of the teeth it looked a little bit like a flower.

"Y/N!" Steve called out to you, but you had already thrust your hand and pipe forward into its mouth and up, and the creature let out a screech as you pulled the pipe back, the end now wet. You shoved it forward again at the creature which was somehow still moving and then another howl echoed out and it turned its head, your pipe knocking into it and shoving the creature back a few steps. It scampered off and you remained, one hand gripping tight to the other and the other still holding the pipe high.

"Holy shit," Dustin swore, looking up at you.

"You took a few shaky steps down the ladder and turned to face the group, lowering the pipe.

"When the hell did you pick up a pipe?" Steve was looking at you wide-eyed, and you shook your head, brushing some hair that had fallen out of your ponytail back behind your ear.

You pushed over to the window and the group parted, letting you go. "We should follow them," you said. "Who knows what'll happen if they're heading into town." There was a general murmuring of assent as the group of you hurried off of the bus. Steve moved to the front of the kids, and you joined him, walking side by side: him walking with his bat sticking out of his backpack, and you with your pipe sticking out of yours.

He looked over to you as you passed the pile of uneaten meat.

"You're kind of a badass, aren't you?" Steve asked, quietly. You smiled at the slight awe in his voice and shrugged a shoulder.

"I told you," Max crossed her arms, smirking. "She's dangerous."

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birds of a feather |stan uris x oc| |it 2017|

|chapter one: to the grave|

The past and present are revealed.

"Hear me out 'cause I never made the sound / Couldn't keep it locked away, couldn't take it to the grave"

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~1979~

third person's pov

The day started like any other for Lily Blue and Mike Hanlon.

At 7:45 am on the dot, Jessica Hanlon would bring her son, Mike Hanlon, to the Blue household. Will Hanlon and Jason Blue, Mike and Lily's fathers, had left an hour earlier for work, as per usual. When Jessica would arrive,  it would be 8:00 am and Bridget Blue would have some buttered toast and jam ready for breakfast, with a glass of orange juice, Lily in her seat, waiting impatiently to eat. The Blue-Hanlon families would eat, the mothers giggling about something that their husbands had done for them the night before and the children would hurriedly eat their breakfast, not having time to talk for the food in their mouths.

From there, Bridget and Jessica would clean up breakfast as the two children giggled and played in the living room, playing with barbies and Mike's G.I. Joe.

At 10:30, the Mike and Lily would take their usual nap, before waking up an hour and a half later.

At 12:30 everyone would have lunch, before proceeding to clean the house.

By the time 5:30 rolled around the house would be spotless and prepared for Will Hanlon and Jason Blue to come home.

The two men would stroll in at 6:00, in time to eat dinner before it went cold.

Except something was off the whole day, to Lily anyway. Like she could feel something was going to happen, but she didn't know what, and quite frankly, didn't care. She was 4 and a half, why should she?

At 6:45, though, that was when Mike Hanlon and Lily Blue's lives changed forever.

The adults were in the living room and Mike and Lily were in the spare room, which had been turned into a playroom when everything went wrong.

The front door opened quietly, though no one had heard it. Not until it was too late anyway. Whoever had entered, then proceeded to pour gasoline all over the kitchen and walls, before moving to the living room.

Jessica Hanlon screamed as something poured over her head, covering her hair, face, and dress, soaking Will as well.

Will pulled Jessica to him as they tried to see who was soaking them with gas.

Quickly whoever had plans to destroy the families, splashed gas on the Blue family, before pulling out a lighter.

"NO!" The adults screamed and made desperate grabs for the lighter.

Finally able to see who was intent on murdering them, Bridget Blue watched in horror at Butch Bowers smirked evilly before dropping the lighter onto the gas and running out of the building.

The adults screamed as the fire because to climb up their limbs, scorching them.

The fire began to spread throughout the house, as the four parents, despite being aflame, ran to the playroom, desperate to save their children.

The door had at that moment decided to jam as both the children and parents tried to open the door.

Lily and Mike cried as they heard the pounding on the door begin to cease, the adults still screaming in pain as the flesh was burned off of their bodies.

The flames licked at the door of the room and slowly spread to the walls.

Mike and Lily huddled together, holding on tightly to each other as they waited to be burned alive as well.

The rest of the door was kicked down, a fire extinguisher spraying the flames that had entered the room.

The fireman that had extinguished the flames quickly spotted the two 4-year-olds, curled around each other, shaking.

He walked over, and gently placed a hand on Mike's back, as the way they were curled up, Mike's back had been facing towards the fire, with Lily in the corner. It was as if Mike was using his 4-year-old body as a human shield. His father told him one day when they were helping Mike's grandfather around the farm, "Mike, if there ever comes a time, when me, or Uncle Jason, or even Aunt Bridget and your mother aren't around, and it's just you and Lily, you always protect her, okay? Against anything. She's your best friend, she's been with you your whole life, and will probably continue to be with you for the rest of your life. You probably won't understand this now, but when you're older you will. Lilith is like your platonic soulmate in a sense. Platonic means love or a really strong friendship and soulmate's like your mother and me, or grandma and grandpa. Alright?" to which an owl-eyed Mike responded, "Okay Daddy". "promise you'll make sure she's okay when no one else can?" Will held his pinky out to which Mike wrapped his smaller one around his, nodding with the most solemn expression Will Hanlon had ever seen.

Now, that the fire was put out, the two kids peaked up to see if they actually had died but it just didn't hurt but were pleasantly surprised when they saw that the fire was out and there was a fireman that saved them.

The fireman, Chester, helped Mike up, who then helped Lily up and grasped her hand tightly.

"Is Mommy and Daddy okay? Aunt Jessy and Uncle Willy?" Lily asked, her lip trembling as she held onto Mike's hand tightly.

Chester didn't look at them, and instead picked them up and ran out of the room, and down the hall, trying to get away from the burnt corpses of the Blue and Hanlon families.

Unfortunately, it was no use as they both saw the burnt piles of cloth and bones laying by the door.

Their jaws hung in shock, neither saying anything, quite literally shell-shocked.

Outside four cop cars were scattered around the house, and two fire trucks were stationed on the left and right side of the house, water spraying from both trucks as the firefighters continued to extinguish the house that was still on fire.

Mike and Lily sat by two bushes, eyes wide, both shaking.

Leroy and Shirley Hanlon drove up to the burnt down house on Harris Avenue, Leroy still wearing his plaid button up shirt and blue jeans, but Shirley had obviously just changed and was preparing for bed, standing in her pink nightgown, light blue bathrobe tied tightly to her frame, black slippers on her feet.

Shirley was the first to spot her grandson and her future adopted-granddaughter.

Quickly, she pulled Leroy to the two children, but a police officer held them back.

"Sir, ma'am I'm afraid you're going to have to take a step back." Kenny Rayson said, holding the woman back, well attempting to anyway.

"Officer, with all, do respect, that is my grandchildren over there, now you can either let me by, or you can take me to the jailhouse, but I'm getting to my grandbabies whether you like it or not." Shirley Hanlon was an incredibly fierce woman when she wanted to be.

Kenny Rayson wasn't a bright man, but he knew when to get out of a woman's way, especially when she wasn't afraid to put up a fight. Officer Rayson guided the couple to the shaking children. Shirley frowned at the traumatized children and picked up Mike and Leroy picked up Lily, Rayson walking them to their car without question.

That night, Lily and Mike vowed to forever stay connected at the hip, no matter what, because even as children, they knew that nobody would understand what they've been through, except each other.

~1989~

lily's pov

Mike and I stood in the farmhouse with our Grandfather, Leroy Hanlon, and Mr. Moe Lawrence, one of Grandad's workers that helped around the farm from time to time.

I grimaced as the bolt penetrated the sheep's skull, plunging into the poor thing's brain, killing it instantly. I knew that the animal didn't feel any pain because it had happened so fast and by the time the pain set in, it would already be dead, not having to feel anything. I knew this, but still couldn't help but feel terrible for taking an innocent life.

Grandad turned to Mike and me, staring at us, waiting.

Noticing that my best friend wasn't going to make a move, I stepped forward, swallowing thickly.

Grandad handed me the gun, reloading it, and clicking the safety off.

He helped me position my arms correctly and I bit the inside of my cheek, as I placed the barrel between the animal's eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I pulled the trigger, the gun pushing me back a bit, signaling that I wasn't prepared for the kick.

The sheep hit the ground, and Grandad placed a rough, calloused hand on my shoulder, giving me a pat on the back, taking the gun from me, and reloading it, before handing it off to Mike, who gave my shoulder a small squeeze, before copying my actions, following our grandfather's directions.

"Go on Mike, pull it!" Grandad encouraged Mike.

After a few minutes of hesitation, Grandad pulled the gun away from Mike and shot the sheep himself.

"You need to start taking more responsibility around here Mike, Lily. When your dad was younger than you-" Grandad said, before he was cut off by Mike.

"You're not my dad, alright?!" Mike snapped.

I decided it would be best just to keep quiet because it wasn't really the best idea to get into a fight with Grandad and Mike.

"Man, look at me, son," Grandad was speaking softly at first, but when Mike didn't look at him immediately, he got slightly harsher.

"Look at me!" Mike turned to look at him, with a slightly irritated look on his face.

"There are two places you can be in this world! You can be out here, like us. Or you can be in there, like them. You waste time, hemming and hawing, and someone else is going to make that choice for you. Except you won't know it, until you feel that bolt, between your eyes." Grandad Leroy said, placing his pointer finger between Mike's eyes, before walking away.

I gulped, watching them.

Another sheep was let through, and thankfully, Grandad let Mike and I go.

We went up to the house, going into the kitchen.

Mike went to get our books as I began to make some lunch for Grandad, Mike, and myself. Moe always brought a lunch that his wife would pack for him, and he was also the only one here today.

Gramms had passed away a few months ago. It was pretty gory if I'm being honest.

When we found her, she was out in the fields, laying by the old oak tree, eyes open, a look of terror written a crossed her face, her eyes still holding the fear she had felt in her final moments. She was covered in blood, her own blood, and she was laying in a pool of it too. Her stomach was bloody, and her intestines were missing.

The autopsy said she had died of a heart attack, her intestines being eaten out were after she had passed.

After she passed away, Grandad kinda went off the deep end. His temper had gotten shorter for sure, but he had also quit taking care of himself like he used to.

Before they would take turns cooking, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays Gramms cooked dinner, and Grandad cooked Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Every couple of months they would switch it up a bit, and whenever they cooked, they taught Mike and me so that we would know how to cook and take care of ourselves when the time came when we only had each other.

Now, on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, I cook lunch and dessert, and Mike does Breakfast and Dinner. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I cook Breakfast and Dinner, and Mike does lunch and dessert.

We've definitely gotten a system down.

For now, though, I was making some sandwiches.

I made a peanut butter and banana sandwich for Grandad, and some peanut butter and honey sandwiches for Mike and I.

I placed the sandwiches on the table as Mike washed his hands and pulled some glasses out, filling them with ice and tea.

As we were placing the cups on the table, Grandad came inside and washed his hands, before taking his seat at the table.

"Thank you, both of you" Grandad had calmed down since his little fight with Mike, now eating quietly.

I gave him a smile, nodding, polishing off the rest of my peanut butter and honey sandwich, washing it down with the tea.

The rest of the meal was quiet after that, as we ate in silence.

After we were all done eating, we cleaned up the mess and got back to work, well Grandad did, Mike and I had taken to do our school work.

After a few hours, we had finished our homework and had eaten dinner and dessert, now just lounging around.

Grandad had already gone to sleep, so it was just Mike and me up.

Mike and I were up in my room, laying on my bed, just staring at the ceiling.

I had my head in Mike's lap, with Mike running his hands through my hair, playing with it.

"Do you think our lives would be different if the fire never happened?" Mike suddenly asked.

"Yeah of course. I mean for starters, we'd probably be in public school, with parents like everyone else. We wouldn't live together, we wouldn't live with Grandad! The list goes on!" I let out a yawn and closed my eyes.

"But I wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world. Everything happens for a reason, we've just gotta find what that reason is." I let out another yawn, and Mike pulled me up to the head of the bed where he was.

"Yeah, but if that reason wants to tell us, that'd be good too" Mike let out a yawn as well, and we snuggled up under the blankets getting comfy.

"Don't forget that someone's gotta go grocery shopping tomorrow" Mike reminded me. Oh yeah, it was my turn to go out to the shops.

I nodded before I began to drift off to sleep.

"Good night, Lily," Mike said.

"Good night, Mike," I said before I allowed myself to drift off into the imagination of my memories and thoughts.

So that was chapter one of birds of a feather! let me know what you think!

Crashes

Making time to reevaluate childhood trauma as an adult before its too late. Sometimes I feel like i’m a passenger on a speeding jet, ascending into the air, my life, the landscape beyond my window. Everything feels like a blur. As I am working through upending fears to create joy, I have decided to write through this process as best I can. Feel free to leave feedback. Or not. Today’s fear: Crashes. Read more below.

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I remember a loud crash. My head was resting on my mother’s lap as we both sat on the floor. Her french tip acrylic nails tracing calms down my back, repeating affirmations of better days to come as if writing sentences over and over the way ornery pupils do for punishment. Goosebumps emerged from my skin filling my body and mind with comfort. belonging. A pervading knowing that I was loved. The crash happened during my mother’s evening prayers, a ritual she embraced just 12 years prior to my arrival Earthside. It was 1991 and I was five years old. Glass shattered in our living room and all I could see were headlights. Our elderly neighbor, one my mother was never really fond of, accidentally pressed her gas instead of her break and sped into our front porch. “She’s a bitch,” my mother would say, ignoring the social mores of swearing in front of children through her feigned smile every time we pulled into our driveway, under the watch of this neighbor. She never returned the smile. The matriarchs of my family rushed to our aide that evening. I stood on my favorite stool, hunched over the kitchen sink, dry heaving from the fumes of our neighbor’s mangled Buick LeSabre. A few of my braids affixed with plastic, colorful beads, tapped the side of the sink escaping my grandmother’s gentle grasp catching remnants of my spit. The patriarchs remained outside with the police.

I’ve only a few memories in this kitchen. Most of them revolving around the swift need to diffuse tension. Despite the frequent goosebumps offered to me by my mother’s touch, my stomach held memories of a different sensation, prompting my uncle to offer me ginger supplements often. Apparently I worried a lot. My parents’ arguments filled the home as I watched them between banister posts on the stairs. My mother humorously recalls “losing it” on my father a few times, once so badly she chased him out of the door and down the street with a knife. The other times she would grab the closes hard object and hurl it at him out of frustration and exhaustion. A hairdryer is the only inanimate object my father fondly recalls being thrown at him.

My parents lived together for only one year of my life. I met my father when I was 4. He was released from prison shortly before my 4th birthday. The first time he drove me to pre-school, without my mother, I screamed the entire way there. Later that day, I fell off of a swing and cracked a tooth. Bloody and all, I knew the first person I would see outside of pre-school staff would be my mother. I was right.

The second crash occurred a few months later. My mother and I rushed to a Buddhist meeting, skipping morning prayers. An elderly woman in a very big green car rammed into our toyota sending it careening into on-coming traffic and eventually on the lawn of a small law firm. I was secured in a booster seat in the back. Somehow I managed to hold onto my barbies the entire time. I don’t remember fear. The door closest to me was too dented to open, so I crawled out of the opposite window into my mother’s arms. No one from the law office came to check on us. We were in the “white part of town.” They did let us use their phone to call the police, however. My mother never skipped her morning prayers again.

The green paint from the woman’s car streaked the gray and silver dents on our car, which eventually stayed in our driveway. We couldn’t afford to get it fixed. Every time we approached our home, I saw the “good side of the car first, feeling a flash of hope that it was fixed, but at we got closer, I would spot the side that was impacted by the wreck. And I would grow instantly cold. Even in the summer. This is when fear began to set in for me, for just about everything. If we parked next to a wrecked car in a parking lot, or pulled up next to one at a stoplight, my 5 year old body would tense up, my heart would race, my stomach would churn and sometimes I would cry. My mother, unaware of my newly-acquired phobia, would repeatedly ask me what was wrong. I don’t remember what I told her, but I’m sure it was, “nothing.”

The third crash happened outside of my presence. My grandmother, a new widow and our primary support, was apparently leaving the parking lot of a gas station when someone slammed into her Lincoln town car causing significant damage to the anterior of the car. She came home shaken up, but quite unaffected in my opinion. I, however, feared going into the garage everyday until the car was fixed. I noted the way my grandmother and mother handled these situations. Ones that seemed to completely jar my sense of security seemed nothing but blips on the radar for them. It’s worth mentioning that I never saw either of them cry after my grandfather, my grandmother’s husband and my mother’s father passed away the year prior.

He was a pervading force in my life. My first father. He made me waffles, eggs and bacon in the mornings and we would discuss fishing, books, and my mother - his favorite child, though he never expressed that verbally to her. In the evenings, curled up in his lap, I would often stare at the gold playboy bunny symbol that dangled from one of his many gold chains. Eventually, I would find his Playboy stash and marvel at bodies I simultaneously wanted to devour and admire. His death left an imprint on my psyche. Men leave.

The day I won the kindergarten spelling bee, my mother was absent. My grandfather met me backstage with a bouquet of flowers and drove me home. The garage door opened shortly after and my mother also walked in, greeted with her own bouquet of roses i excitedly presented to her with a smile on my face. “CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DIVORCE!!!” I yelled à la Oprah, with arms outstretched in power stance. She thanked me bashfully. “Glad that’s done,” she said.

The year I turned 6 was an opposite year. Everything was different as if I had unknowingly agreed with some higher power to participate in 365 opposite days that year. You know, the kind where you wear your clothing backwards or days when the teachers dress up as students and vice versa. Except I wasn’t in on the joke. When I blew out the candles on my 6th birthday I wished for my grandfather to come back. He never did. Apparently my grandmother couldn’t get the image of his dead body slumped in his favorite chair during March madness out of her mind either. We moved from that house soon after. She, into a smaller, family-owned condominium across town, and my mother and I in a cute, run down two story home somewhat near her.

Although my new bedroom was twice the size of the one my mother and I shared in my grandparents’ home, I spent most of my time in my mother’s room perusing her fancy clothes and watching MTV and Nickelodeon on her personal television. My mother was a teacher during the day and a Jazz singer at night. I consider myself a “stage kid” because I grew up used to the daily grind of having a parent who worked two jobs, to which one I could accompany her, when appropriate. Her most consistent gig was at a restaurant near the airport called Shades of Jade. We would have to drive almost an hour to get there on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On those days I would meet her at home from the bus stop and hop in the tub to wash off the day. She would lay out my outfit for the evening and I would watch her apply vibrant shades of red lipstick, black eyeliner, and blush to her caramel-colored skin. She was always a beautiful woman, but on those nights, her beauty was especially enhanced. Her charisma and stage persona always made me feel a little small. Like I could never do what she’s doing, despite her encouragement for me to join her on stage for what she thought would be cute mother-daughter moments. Also, tips were more abundant when the singer’s child was present. But I never acquiesced. A retired white couple befriended my mother during her residency at this restaurant. They were regulars and often bought me extra shrimp toast and egg rolls to eat while I sat through my mother’s four-hour set. They were artists themselves and often brought writing and drawing implements to keep me busy. I loved to draw. I loved to write.

The fourth crash happened the summer before my first year in boarding school. My mother had recently accepted a job in Las Vegas after explaining to me that “she had exhausted the Mid-West circuit (for performing).” She was ready to regain her sense of self and step even more fully into the person she was before I came along. She met my father before moving to New York after graduating from Central State University in Dayton, Ohio. They remained in contact during the 13 years she spent performing with some of the biggest names in music at the time, Chaka Kahn, Prince, Rick James, etc. One divorce under her belt and the trauma of watching her first cousin and twin flame die from AIDS sent her back to Dayton, our hometown, for a change of pace and more stability. “I didn’t want to be no damn teacher,” she’s often reminded me. But when my father was convicted of a drug offense, she was left with no income and a newborn baby. “I had to do what I had to do,” she said. My father remarried rather quickly after their divorce, their second my the way. My mother divorced him while he was in prison, perhaps as a way to regain a sense of control during one of the most chaotic times in her life. My step mother, a more simple woman who pragmatically sought stability through a government job she held for nearly 40 years, and a teen mom, reminded me of my mother, only in looks. Both had short hair, channeling Anita Baker. Bother were the same complexion. Both were consistently aggravated by my father.

On the day of the fourth crash i was brewing with anger in the wake of one of the most explosive arguments I had ever had with an adult - my father - the night before. We sat in his black GMC truck arguing about whether he should have to pay for the laptop computer i needed to rent for boarding school. The $400 rental fee may seem like small change for many, but for my family it meant the difference between being able to afford necessities versus something that seemed rather extravagant at the time. “You don’t need a computer. You can use a pen and paper.” I retorted with the fact that most of our assignments were disseminated via computer and that I would be at a significant academic disadvantage without one. “Well why can’t your mother pay for it? Child support doesn’t cover these things. I am not obligated by the court to pay for a computer. What is your mother using the child support for?” “BILLS!!!” I responded at the top of my lungs, I’m sure followed by many expletives I brazenly employed — a hallmark of my communication tactics with my parents. I don’t hold my tongue. The morning after, I decided to skip church, but my stepmother, a faithful woman at the time, guilted me into attending church that day. I was always annoyed by her driving. She always stopped too short in my opinion, driving too closely behind cars that were in front of her. In fact, I often questioned her depth perception. This day was no different. While in traffic she stopped short and actually tapped the red pickup truck in front of us, but then, “BANG!” The loudest bang there ever was. The cereal I was eating from a cup flew out from between my legs and scattered all over my white pedal pushers and the dashboard. My step mother checked the rearview mirror and all we could see was the red trunk of her Mazda 626 mangled. “My CAR!” she exclaimed then checked me to make sure the cereal milk was not, in fact, blood. The first responders to the scene asked me a few questions then looked at me sympathetically. “It happens,” the firefighter said to me pointing to my wet pants. “It’s MILK!” I said, curing the embarrassment he was transferring to me from his assumption that I had wet my pants.

I received a few hundred dollars from the settlement from that accident and went to the nearest Walmart to purchase snacks for my dorm room. I had been accepted to boarding school the year prior as the result of my misunderstood independence. Just a year prior to that, when I was 12 years old, I met one of my mother’s favorite students, Jamila. She had the longest hair I had ever seen on a 100% black girl, sort of like Aaliyah. She carried a confidence that I often tried to mimic, but could never really nail. She was tall, beautiful, and her eyes sparkled with new beginnings and an “other side of the train tracks” aura. My mother introduced me to Jamila by reminding me that she was attending boarding school for high school. I had no idea what boarding school was so I inquired about her experience as if her little sister, ready to hang on to her every word. “You will really like it. You should apply,” she said. Following that conversation, I read my first (and only) harry potter book and another written by a black woman Buddhist member my mother had recently befriended. Both stories, one fictional, the other biographical, told the story of boarding school with the same amount of magic. Except Charlene’s magic was navigating an all-white institution as one of the first black students to integrate her historically white male boarding school. I saw myself in both characters. I saw myself in Jamila. So I decided that I would pursue the opportunity to apply to boarding school via a feeder program for inner city youth.

A few months, lots of judging from my family who thought my mother, father and me were crazy, many re-writes of handwritten applications and essays later, I was in! Five out of five boarding schools accepted me, but only one offered me a full-tuition scholarship, Jamila’s school, St. George’s high school in Newport, RI. The first time I visited campus I felt goosebumps, like the ones my mother’s nails caused. For the first time in a long time, I was fearless.

The best thing I’ve ever done is stop caring about my appearance.

When I was 2 years old a cyst was found growing on my intestines. This may have been the start of my appearance problems. Because even if you are overweight or hairy, at least you could show off your belly button at the pool and no one would care, because it's a fucking normal inny or outty belly button. But of course that wasn’t an option for me. I have a 4 inch long scar that goes from my belly button down from the surgery. When I was little other kids had a tendency of poking it and the thing is- it's not even like normal skin where you can touch it and you feel it as being outside of yourself. When you touch the scar it feels like you are touching my guts. It’s GROSS , incredibly disgusting and painful, and it kind of makes my belly look like a butt and I HATED it. Here I am, going to a babysitters at maybe 4 years old and already I am DIFFERENT from the other kids VISIBLY. besides also speaking spanish instead of english in an english speaking nation.   Thing’s got worse in elementary school. Back then I had a square face, chubby cheeks, besides being very much overweight. I was often made fun of by being called a boy or generally ignored in the playground but the worst of it was these pair of girl’s I was friends with throughout much of elementary school.    The first one (I’ll call Girl A) I knew since kindergarten and she was fine,but  the other (I’ll call Girl B)  moved to my school. Since she was new she tried to force herself into every friend ship possible, and since we lived on the same street we were just friends by default. Now I should have you know that Girl A, didn’t come from a wealthy family, but she wasn’t poor either. Her family was on the higher end of the middle class spectrum and always dressed rather well, and got to go to all the cool sports things, and always got the brand newest of things all the time. I remember she got a gamecube first and we would all go over to her place to play it. Girl B was middle, middle class but her mother dressed her like she was born to some rich-ass family and she acted the part.     Now me, back then my parent’s were just scraping by. My mother was an immigrant taking classes at the university and didn’t work, while my dad had a full time job in the government that JUST BARELY paid for the house and food. What clothing I got were usually made by my mother or my grandmother, or bought from thrift stores and the like, so very rarely I got a BRAND NEW thing. Now I don’t know if this was a fad everywhere but in my school when I was around 8 years old and it was the early 2000s, EVERY girl in my school wore a fuzzy white jacket. I don’t know how this fad started or why but for some reason it was a thing, and they were fucking ugly but it didn’t matter because that was the fad, that all the cool kids were wearing.GIRL A got her fuzzy white jacket first and I remember her coming to school and showing it off and us saying that we should all get fuzzy white jackets too. I think we thought we looked like bunnies in it or something and it was adorable.   I remember going home and asking my parent’s for one but of course it was the start of the school year and we had JUST gotten me a purple sweater that I had wanted. So of course I didn’t get one. It took only a day, I swear to you, 24 hours for Girl B to get one too. I remember being so jealous. Like my family could barely afford to put food on the table but here I was wanting a fuzzy white jacket.    It wasn’t till christmas till I was able to get a fuzzy white jacket. I think it was from a thrift store and just a bit too small from me. But I didn’t care cause finally I could join the cool people.I remember being so excited to show them it. I got dressed up and everything. They were going to come to my place to play with the barbie doll house my dad got me for christmas that was handcrafted from this little shop in my city. It was actually the only doll house my dad could afford as a toy for me. Apparently it was cheaper than the plastic ‘Barbie houses’ mattel sold. But I had loved that doll house. everything in it was hand painted and carved. There were picture frames on the walls that were made from beer bottles caps, and dish detergent caps. the house was three stories tall and crafted from what must have been used or old lumber laying about. I loved this doll house and Girl A and B loved to come over to play with it too.So you can imagine the excitement I must have had to show them, I too finally had a fuzzy white jacket.   They came over and hurried into my room so we could start playing with the doll house. We were like a half hour playing. I remembered I had THE jacket. So I ran off to put it on and came back to show them, thinking we could finally be a squad, all wearing matching jackets.Sure I couldn’t close mine but that didn’t matter, I had gotten one!  But nope. to this day I can remember their laugh and Girl B saying that I was too fat to wear the jacket.  I don’t remember the rest of the night. I just remember hiding the jacket at the back of my closet and never speaking about it again. I started getting clothing that was bigger than what I would normally wear just to hide my fat.    Things didn’t get much better when middle school rolled around. I had long stopped talking to both Girl A, and Girl B. But I still worried about my appearance particularly since I was the first of my friends to go through puberty cause, my body fucking hated me. It was not an easy puberty either. I would and still do get cramps that are so painful I will/have passed out from simply standing. But for appearance it did worse. I got zits EVERYWHERE. there was no down time, it was like an oprah show, any patch of skin I had would inevitably get covered in zits.      At this time I tried everything to get rid of them, the doctor prescribed medication that did nothing. I remember my mom buying every brand of zit remover from oxy clear to that one that you would get mailed in the my cousin’s sore by. AND THEY ALL DID FUCK ALL. My Body would simply never rest when it came to how fucking disgusting could it make me.    Not to mention I got hairy too. My legs grew thick black hair almost overnight and at that point I stopped wearing shorts all together. Cause FUCK showing off my yeti legs. I’ll die of heat stroke before people start talking about the pimple face’s yeti legs. But my legs weren’t the only thing that got hairy, so did my arms and my face, and now at this point the ‘you look like a boy’ was fucking  accurate because I could so very easily give up on being a girl at this point being a boy would have been so goddamn easy. I could probably have grown a beard and a mustache. I could have done it and no one would have talked about it in a negative light. Cause when you are a boy its okay if you are hairy or pimple faced, its pretty much the ‘norm’ I was trying my best to ‘fit in’ to be ‘relatively normal’. To just pass by. That's all I fucking wanted I didn’t even care about being pretty I just wanted their words to stop.    I remember hearing a conversation between some guys in one of my classes and a few girls I had known since elementary school. I was just passing by the door, where I overheard them talking about me and  I quote , “Date Azzy? she’s she looks like an ape.” and can still remember their fucking laughter.  One of them tried to ask me out later. I wasn’t stupid or desperate. I told them I’d never date asshole.     I remember some time in grade 8 one of the girls I had known since elementary but I wasn’t friends with(I’ll call Girl D for rightful reasons) , told me I should come over for a makeover. But I’d heard her talking with the boys that other day. Again I wasn’t stupid or desperate. I could see how this would go. She would be like Girl A and Girl B, she would be like that fucking asshole in the other class.    I remember I tried out for the arts highschool in my city cause I just wanted to get away from the people I had known since elementary school. Look, I was NOT good at art at this time. There were far better people in the school that could accurately depict shapes and lighting and people. Yet to my surprise I got accepted.    The day I got my acceptance letter I was SO happy. Finally I could get away from these assholes and get a clean start! I remember that, that same day I was taking the bus and one of the girls from school that I was sort of friends with (I’ll call girl C) was sitting at the back of the bus in front of Girl B and Girl D. The bus starts and things were quiet except every so often Girl C would turn around and yell at them to stop. After this going on for a few more times I pull out my headphones and looked over and saw that GIRL B and  D  were writing ‘ fat-so’, ‘fag’, ‘slut’ and a number of other things onto tape and sticking it to her back. At this point I had nothing left at this school. It was the last two weeks of school. I was already approved to go to another school, even if I got expelled it didn’t matter. I was SO sick of their words.     I put my headphones away, Got up, turned around to them and fucking yelled at them like a beast. I picked up the tape that they had stuck onto girl C’s back, and just shoved it into their faces.  SHOVED. I smacked them on their foreheads with it. I told them that If I ever heard them do this to Girl C or anyone else again, I’d hurt them, and if they had any intelligence they would keep their mouths shut and arms to themselves for the rest of the ride or I’d straight up murder them. If being pretty meant being an asshole, I didn’t need it.     High School is where things got weird. Since gym wasn’t mandatory I only took it the first year and then never again. I hated exercising. Elementary and middle school did that to me. I hated being hot and sweaty because I never wore shorts. I hated being in the heat. Being outside or anything that would require I take off any of my clothes.  And it was some time between when I was dying of a heat stroke and paying for a SECOND try at laser hair removal that DID NOT WORK. That I realized-         This is a fucking lot of money and time to look like a human being and not a ape. Such a lot of wasted time and energy that I could have been using going swimming, hanging out with actual good friends or getting better at drawing or playing tales of symphonia again. College came and that's when it started to REALLY began to sink in. Sure I may have never dated anyone through high school. But when college came I was done with ever trying to look pretty. It was a waste of time.    Then I actually started to look better, My zit’s started to go away, my hair didn’t grow as thick. Everything that had stressed me out throughout the rest of my school life like just stopped.   Because mentally it finally kicked in that it really didn’t fucking matter. Good looks didn’t equal you getting treated well. Good looks didn’t get you a promotion. Good looks didn’t make you feel happy. Good looks didn’t give you better grades.   People will still treat you like shit when you're pretty.    People will still say things about you and make fun of the things you wear. Not to mention the many passing fads. Being pretty is always changing.  So then it doesn’t matter if you are skinny or fat, Have black or blonde hair, are tall or short, hairy or bald.  Being beautiful is a choice and all you have to do is say you are.   And you know what? I actually am happy now.

I pull in the parking lot of Columbia university. Today is my first day of college. These few years I plan to keep to my self. I step out of my white BMW. I stand there for a while taking in the sight when a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. My first instinct is to kick them where the sun doesn't shine of the muscular boy behind me. So that is exactly what I do. "Holy crap Brooke, you kick fucking hard", the masculine familiar voice says from behind me. I turn around to see the familiar face of my best friend that I grew up with. "Omg Jackson, your here", I say as I wrap my arms around his waist. "When did you come, why did you come?", I say gushing out my words. He chuckles slightly before hugging me back. "Actually, I am staying here now", he says with a smile on his face. I stand there with a smile tugging on my lips. Let me rewind back. Jackson and I have been friends ever since I was in 1st and he was in 2nd grade. As you can tell he is a year older than me. So that means he is a year ahead of me in college. "Why exactly did you transfer here?", I ask a bit confused why he would move from his college in Brooklyn to here in Manhattan. I stand there dozed off thinking when something comes to mind. What if he came here for ME? I stand there hoping it's not the reason. I look up at Jackson to see him blush a little. Awwwe he's blushing. I stand there waiting to hear why when he finally answers my question. "Actually... I did because I... Um .... Missed you", he says the last part a little quieter. I look around blushing while hiding my face with my waist length auburn hair. We finally look at each other meeting the others blue eyes. We both have baby blue eyes except Jackson's eyes have a hint of sea green. I blink twice to break the eye contact. "Well um... Do you need help with your luggage?", Jackson ask nicely. "Oh, sure, but I don't exactly know what room I have", I said awkwardly. A few awakward minutes later we are at a desk where a lady is sitting there. I walk up to find my room number and to get my key. "Excuse me", I say politely. "Yes, what is it I can help you with", she says nicely. "Actually I'm here to find out my room number and to get my key", I say in the same tone I used before. "Name please", the lady says. "Brooke", I say while looking at her name tag, Lena. "Your room is 560, and here is your key", Lena says with a smile. "Thank you Lena", I say with a smile spread from ear to ear on my face. I turn to leave when I remember that Jackson is still with me. I turn around to see him getting his key and room number too. I stand there waiting for a few minutes until he returns. "What room?", I ask. "558",he says in return. I jump up and down squealing. I get some stares from my fellow students, but I don't give a fuck, my best friend is in the same building with me. "Guess what Jackson", I say still jumping. "What Brooke", Jackson says with a roll of his eyes. "We're in the same building", I squeal. "Yay", he says with sarcasm. I give him a playful glare, until a pair of hands wrap around my waist and lift me up off my feet. The next thing I know I am on Jackson's shoulder while he is running down the hall of the 500's building. "Jackson, stop let me down", I scream. He continues until we both fall flat on our asses. I start cracking up until I see another girl on the floor holding her stomach laughing just like I was. I get up from the floor to go help her up. "Hey, need help", I say. "Sure", she says while holding out her hand. I pull her up with a tug. After she's up she starts dusting off her mini skirt. "Brooke", I say with a smile on my face. "Beverly", she says also with a smile on her lips. We look at each other and smile until we hear a groan. We both turn around to see Jackson standings up rubbing his soar ass. "Jackson are you OK", I ask while walking over to him while Beverly walks behind me. "Yeah, I'm fine", he says with a huff. I turn around to Beverly. "Beverly this is my best friend Jackson, Jackson this is Beverly", I say to introduce every one. Jackson gives a small nod, while Beverly smiles. " So Beverly what room do you have", I ask. "I have 560", she says. "For real", I say with happiness. "What room do you have", Beverly ask. "560, too", I squeal. Beverly and I look at each then we both squeal. Jackson looks at us then starts laughing. We all head down to our rooms, when I remember that Jackson couldn't have been carrying me and holding my bags at the same time. "Jack", I say with a hint of concern. "Yeah, Brooke", he says stopping. Beve looks back at us and stays there. "What happened to my bags", I ask still concern evident in my voice. "Oh, yeah, before I picked you up I told some nerd to hold it and to follow behind us", Jackson says like it's no big deal. Before I go on ranting about what if he goes through it I shut my mouth and just nod. I turn my head to see a not to muscular boy walking a few feet behind us. When we catch up with Beve we continue our walk to our dorms. We finally make it to Jackson's dorm first. "We'll see you in lunch", I say while coming up to hug him. "Ok", Jackson says hugging me back. He turns to Beve and nods he's head her way. We leave his dorm and walk a little more to our dorm. I turn to the boy with my bags and give him a silent thanks. "You ready for this crazy adventure", I ask Beve. "Yup, ready then I'll ever be", she says with determination in her voice. We unlock the door and step inside. We head to our separate beds and fall back. After a while of just laying around I turn to look at Beve. "You wanna play 21 questions", I ask with a bit of excitement to learn about my new found friend. "Sure", Beve says while coming to my bed. "OK, I go first", I say. She gives a nod. "Do you have any siblings",I ask being curious. "Actually, no, but I wish", she says with a smile. "OK, Brooke, where did you live before you came here", she ask with a playful smile on her lips. "Actually, I didn't live that far. I used to live in Brooklyn", I say remembering my home and family there. After a few more embarrassing questions including if Jack and I have ever dated, Beve and I are currently walking our way towards the cafeteria. Jackson texted me a while ago telling me that he's talking to his roommate. Beve and I finally make it to the cafeteria. We look around for a table when we notice one near a table full of boys, and a few girls. I notice a girl sitting on a boys lap sucking each other's faces out and cringe at the sight. Eww. I look over to Beve to see if she saw what I just witnessed. I turn my head to see Beve having the same face I just had. We look at each other and start laughing. "That...is....so...gross", I say between my laughing. Beve nods her head. We head over to the table and sit down. "I'm gonna go buy a lunch", I say while standing up. "Okay, but I meet eat some off of your tray", Beve yells from the table. I come out of the line and bump into a figure spilling my water over the person. That cost money you know, I say to myself. I look up to see a pissed off teenage girl around my age. She looks at me then takes my tray to make it fall all over my clothes. "That should teach you to stop and look where your going next time you slut", the girl says giving me dirty glare. I stand there shocked at what she did. "You rewined my new shirt", I say as calming as I can, not trying to start trouble. The next thing I know a nother barbie looking girl comes out of no where. "Ash, what happened", the blonde ask. "This bitch purposely spilled her water all over my fav shirt, and it's cold", the one that I accidentally spilled my water on says. I wouldn't have spilled my water on her if she wasn't standing there trying to fix her tight ass shirt. "You need me to cut a bitch", the blonde says. "No it's ok I warned her, but thanks Angie", Ash says. As they start walking away Angie turns her head to give me I suppose is her best glare yet. I walk to the table that I left Beve at. As I approached​ her she stands up and runs toward me. "What happened, who did this, you need me to beat someone's ass", Beve says staring at my shirt. "No, it's okk I'm just gonna go change, then I'll be back to tell you all the details", I tell her while setting down my tray. She nods as she stuffs a chicken finger down her throat. I head out of the cafe toward our dorm to change. I hope the rest of the day goes way better than it has so far. Jackson's P.O.V Brooke, her new friend Beve and I are on our way toward my room. "We'll see you at lunch", Brooke says hugging me. "OK", I say while hugging her back. The two walk further down the hall while I grab my key. I unlock the door to the dorm to find a naked girl under a naked boy doing the "do". I clear my throat to get there attention. They both look at me then the boy climbs off of her. "Sorry to disturb, but this is my dorm and I think you need to leave... now",I say with no room to argue. The girl gets up and puts on her clothes while I stand there my back faced toward them. I turn around when the girl leaves. I suppose this is his dorm too. "Soooooooooooooooooo", We say at the same time. The boy gets up with some boxers on and walks my way. "Chris", he says with his hand extended out. "Jackson", I say doing the man hug. We sit on our beds just talking for hours. I just noticed I skipped lunch. Whatever, I think. "So Jackson", Chris starts. "Yeah", I say looking up from my phone. "Why did you move here, you never told me why you transfered", Chris says looking my way. I was debating in my mind if I should tell him the truth, until there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it", I tell Chris. I get up from my bed and walk to the door. When I open the door two guys and a girl are standing there. "Chris, get your fat ass up man", the guy with the black spiked hair says. "OK", Chris says. The other guy and the girl stand there waiting at the door. I stand there a little lost not knowing what to do so I leave the dorm to go find Brooke and Beve. Brook's P.O.V I was in Beve and mine dorm finding a new shirt when I heard a knock on the door. I head over to the door to see who it is. "Hey Jackson", I say as I open up the door to see him standing there. "Hey, Brooke", Jackson's says back. "Can you sit on my bed while I change my shirt", I ask while going back to my closet. "Sure, but why do you need to change", Jack says while looking at my shirt. "Can you not tell that something was spilled on it", I ask while look down at my now dry shirt. "It looks like my shirt dried up while coming here", I wonder out loud. "Well if it's dry why do you need to change", Jack ask concerned. "Because, any time something is spilled on me I feel dirty", I shrug. Jackson just nods in understanding. After I was down changing my shirt Beve came back to our dorm. Jackson, Beve and I decided later tonight we'll go out for dinner. We are all currently laying on the floor talking about random stuff until Beve ask the question I was dreading for her to ask, ever since she asked it when we played 21 questions. "Have you Jackson ever gone out before?" ************************************ So guys this is my first chapter of my new book. Please leave comments about whether you like it or not. I'm really sorry for the clift hanger in this chapter, I'll try to limit them. Also don't forget I now update every Friday so expect a new chapter. XOXOXO___jazzy4lizzy

Another Day, Another Dollar (and a survey to pass the time)

Coffee mugs, teacups, or water bottles? I collect kitschy mugs, most of which were souvenirs or gifts (for example, my sister’s boyfriend got me a mug with the ENTIRE script of Shrek printed on it. Amazing lol!). But I also love pretty teacups and I have several scattered around my apartment as decor. I even have this BEAUTIFUL tea set, hand-made and painted in Poland, that I’ve been meaning to display.  Bubblegum or cotton candy? If we’re talking flavoring, then NEITHER! The idea alone of bubblegum or cotton-candy flavored shit makes me gag.  How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was quiet and not very social, but an exceptional student. I spent most of my free time reading books or writing my own stories. Pretty much an elementary teacher’s dream student!

Do you prefer to drink soda from cans, bottles or cups? My top choice across the board would be a cup with a straw. But I LOVE regular Coca-Cola from a can. It tastes so much better than Coke from a bottle or fountain machine for some reason. It’s sweeter and smoother with less of that painful carbonated burn.  Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds, just because headphones make me look like a dork. 

Movies or TV? TV shows are easier to fade in and out of, which is my preferred means of watching something.  Favorite smell in the summer? SUNSCREEN! It’s such a distinct and familiar smell that’s contained to only a teeny sliver of the year. I love smells like that.  Game you were best at in P.E./gym? It’s not a game but I was weirdly good at rock-climbing when we did that unit in high school?  What do you have for breakfast on an average day? Nothing. I love breakfast food, just not at breakfast time.  Name of your favorite playlist? I have this one playlist whose title is simply the sparkle/star emoji (creative, I know). It’s a lot of vibey, atmospheric jams that are the perfect soundtrack when I have people over just chilling and drinking.  Lanyard or key ring? Keyring, but a lanyard might make my life easier.  Favorite non-chocolate candy? Sourpatch Kids or any other type of sour gummy.  Favorite book you had to read for school? Dude. I was an English nerd who later became an English major and at one point in the semester was averaging 2 novels a week. I could never pick a sole favorite from all my years in school and I’d struggle to even pick a favorite from each class. But for the sake of this question I’m gonna rattle off a few that come to mind. From middle school through high school I loved The Outsiders, The Westing Game, TKAM, anything by Steinbeck, Jane Eyre, The Poisonwood Bible, The Virgin Suicides. 

AAAAAND I just started mentally listing my favorite books from college but got too overwhelmed. So I’m moving on to the next question now, thx!

Most comfortable position to sit in? Uh, I’ve never put much thought into that. 

Most frequently worn pair of shoes? It depends on the season. And to be honest, I’d rather go barefoot whenever possible.  Ideal weather? A little cool but sunny. I do love the rain but it hinders plans (and hair & makeup!) so I lean more towards sunny, dry days.  Pencils or pens? PENS ONLY. Pencils gross me out.  Obsession from childhood? Most of my childhood obsessions have carried over into adulthood: whimsical fairy tales and princesses (specifically Sleeping Beauty), the color pink, collecting diaries & journals...  Favorite crystal? Rose quartz, if that counts?  Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Swimming or laying by the pool/under a tree with a good book. And of course, I love me some day drinking on a summer day! Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Staying cozy inside, also with a good book and a good drink. See a theme here?  Five songs to describe you? Thursday’s Child- David Bowie She Talks to Angels- The Black Crowes Paradise- Coldplay Never Get You Right- Brandon Flowers Silver Lining- David Gray

Best way for someone to bond with you? Music and literature are my favorite ways to connect with a person. There’s nothing more intimate (and I mean that both in a romantic and platonic sense) than listening to a song or reading a poem/passage with someone and then discussing what it means to you.  Top 5 favorite Vines? I have many! “Road work ahead” is of course a fave. And there are so many more that I can’t think of right now.  Ads you have stuck in your head? None atm

Average time you fall asleep? Depends entirely on the night  What is the first meme you remember seeing? Yikes, I can’t remember. I’m sure it involved a cat?  Suitcase, duffel bag, or backpack? Suitcase with wheels  Lemonade or tea? Lemonade is my favorite non-alcoholic drink ever. I even named my childhood teddy bear “Lemonade.”  Last person you texted? Glenn  Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets, I never carry things in pants pockets. Favorite type of jacket? Jackets are my favorite item of clothing, so I’m a hoarder of cute jackets, blazers & coats!  Favorite scent for soap? Lavender & cedarwood from Bath & Body Works.  Sci-fi, fantasy, or superheroes? I don’t care much for either.  What clothes do you sleep in? Usually just a comfy tee shirt  Favorite type of cheese? Extra extra sharp cheddar (preferably white). So sharp it makes your jaw tingle!  What saying or quote do you live by? I’m trying to ask myself lately “What can I learn from this?” or “What can this offer me?”  What are you currently stressed about? For the most part, I’m in a good place. I feel aligned and centered and a HELL of a lot better than I’ve ever felt. My biggest struggles currently are related to body image, envy & self-worth, which is a lifelong battle for most, no?  Favorite font? Cabria or something like that?  What did you learn from your first job? Speaking up for yourself is difficult but it’s one of life’s necessary evils  Favorite fairy tale? Sleeping Beauty, of course! It’s an obsession.  Favorite tradition? That’s a difficult question because I’m SUPER sentimental and I have tons of personal & family traditions.  Talent you’re proud of having? Empathy

If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? "Stop it!” exclaimed in disbelief or surprise.  If you were an anime character, what genre of anime would it be? I have no clue Character you relate to? Elle Woods (on my best days).  Favorite website from your childhood? I loved gurl.com and Alloy. I just checked to see if either still exist.... gurl now links to Seventeen (another favorite in my teen years) and Alloy links to Youtube? Odd.  Any scars? A very faint one. Actually it may not even be there anymore.  Favorite flower? Chrysanthemum  Any good luck charms? Like I said, I’m a very sentimental person. So I have several!  Least favorite flavor of food or drink? Well a question from earlier in the survey reminded me how much I ABHOR bubblegum or cotton candy flavored things. I’m also very picky about lemon. I love lemonade or lemon candies, but can’t stand the flavor in desserts or savory  dishes. So maybe I just like artificial lemon flavor?  Left or right handed? I’m right handed but always wished I was left-handed just because I thought it was cool.  Least favorite pattern? None come to mind immediately  Worst subject in school? Math of any sort. Chemistry was also wicked hard for me.  Favorite weird flavor combo? I don’t think anything I eat is that weird or abnormal  When did you lose your first tooth? No clue Favorite potato food? Hashbrown patties or curly fries. Not a huge fan of regular french fries, although that doesn’t stop me from eating them whenever the opportunity presents itself...  Gas station coffee or grocery store sushi? Weird options. But I don’t eat sushi and I actually love gas station coffee so there’s a clear winner here. 

Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones Do you call them fireflies or lightning bugs? Fireflies

PC or console gaming? I don’t game

Writing or drawing? Writing Podcasts or talk radio? Podcast, I suppose. But I rarely find podcasts I enjoy. Most of the time it just seems like a person who likes the sound of their own voice rambling, or two or more people having a conversation that doesn’t need an audience.  Barbie or Polly Pocket? Barbie but Polly Pocket was still that bitch

Fairy tales or mythology? I’m partial to fairy tales but that doesn’t mean I find mythology any less fascinating. 

Cookies or cupcakes? Cookies all day Your greatest fear? Death or losing a loved one Your greatest wish? To find inner peace and happiness, to live a long life with my loved ones Who would you put before everyone else? My loved ones^ Wow I’ve used that phrases a lot in these past few questions.  Lamps, overhead lights, fairy lights, or sunlight? Fairy lights!!  Nicknames? Lil Bit/Libit, Lala, Enebis, Lala, Liz, Lizzie, Ela.  The name “Elizabeth” lends itself to a hell of a lot of nicknames haha!  Favorite season? Fall, probably. But I’ve grown to love Spring too as I’ve gotten older. Which is weird because it was always my least favorite growing up. I used to find it depressing but now I think it’s inspiring.  Favorite app on your phone? Snapchat probably  What is your desktop background? I’m on a work computer right now so it’s just our company logo How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Uhh.... very few.

Introduction to CHAOS: Just Right Era

(I am 110% Dae came up with the title for this mini album when she saw her new bandmembers, don’t fight me on this, I will win)

Hello Messes! It’s me, the number #1 CHAOS fan (jk we all are the #1 who am I kidding.) A quick pause between the introduction of the members, I will start a new series for each CHAOS Era thus far for both entertainment. For old Messes: let’s read this and think of all the good time when we first met CHAOS and for the new Messes: I hope this helps you understand the fam a little better.

Let’s go!

So, CHAOS debuted on the 7th of July 2020 (just two months after BTS can you imagine the stress we all had.) On that day they also released they’re first (mini) album, Pretty Woman. The album had 7 songs, three music videos and also 7 dance practices (they are called queens of fanservice for a reason.) It’s their first of three mini albums before their first big album and world tour.

Their song As If It’s Your Last got promoted as its lead single and was the first mv and performance CHAOS ever did. The tracks “Rookie” and “Just Right” were also promoted. Let me just say what a risk the band and BigHit took with having three promoted singles but boy did it work. Tbh I really think it helped become CHAOS so popular in such a short time.

However. They also made some... regrettable decisions in their first work on which we will get back soon enough. It’s not as bad as BTS’ first stuff, I don’t think Chae and Ryung would have let that happen, but still a great source for great memes.

Leading up to their debut BigHit the band posted a lot of videos and messages on their twitter and website, as well as that of BigHit itself. They are very cute and I highly recommend you watch them bc especially the maknaes were so tiny. 

Also they released a countdown clock that started on May 22nd and in between that and the actual debut, also a (teaser) trailer for the album. 

In the videos I mentioned before we see the group prepare for their debut and also introducing themselves to us. It is here that we meet the final members of the group and discover they are a 7, not 5, member group, as Pureum and Areum (the two maknaes) were added at the last second. Literally still one of the best decisions ever bc really how is CHAOS without LM and A-. I mean how. Kudos for Papa Bang.

Around that time also the concept photos were released and the track list for the album too. 

With that all said and done, let us now turn to the three music videos which represent actual CHAOS. Let me tell you at first their concept. They were going, and later it turned out this was not CHAOS’ decision but that of BigHit, for a very traditional kpop girl cute concept. 

They had three themes inside this concept and has photoshoots for them. These photoshoots are actually iconic and to this day one of the greatest thing that exist. The themes were classy cute, quirky cute and cuddly cute and just ugh, my babies.

So the As If It’s Your Last music video doesn’t really have that much of a storyline, as does their mv for Rookie. It’s mostly the band being themselves but dressed up and made-up faces in pretty, aesthetically pleasing places. But even though the mv is decent but not all that spectacular, let me just say that these girls did such an amazing job at their debut show bc damn, I think that’s where they hooked and took most of the fans they still have today. Bless them.

Rookie was just an overall gem but I don’t think anybody knew what the heck was going on there. But the mv as much as some of the band members reactions are the best and most memeful thing that happened. Especially Dae and Ryung, or DYU and RY, had a lot of problems with Rookie. Unlike their other songs, this was the only one completely written for them and I think they felt really uncomfortable with the overall very stereotypically girly feel of it. Tbh I think only Pureum and Myung really liked this song, and Dae a little later when she was told they would be flying in space aircrafts. That girl was not meant to be human, who stole this alien. But also Ryungs salt over that entire song is the only thing that keeps me alive sometimes, bless my salty child. 

The mv for Just Right, which is now also the name for that era and also was chosen as fan favourite song of the album, was released about two weeks after Rookie and about a month after their debut. 

And now let us please discuss what the hell these children are doing in that clip because honestly, I don’t even think they know. First of all, Areum in that drawer. If you stop the video as she is wiggling her legs, you can put her in the Titanic scene of “draw me like one of your French girls” and no one would notice. This child honestly. This music fit in very well with their cuddly photoshoots and chestnut haired Areum is one of the best Areums don’t argue with me. It makes her skin even paler and I think I might have a thing for people who look like corpses (looks at Min Yoongi and Park Pureum.) Plus that scene where Areum licks that yoghurt and then does that dance move is just so her: inappropriate and random. 

I am also one hundred percent convinced that Bae Ryung is the only one who can still be cool whilst sitting on a clock rapping. Like the only one. This is science, a simple fact. Even in this cute concept I think we were all quick to notice that Ryung is the only one in that entire group who is actually, none-ironically cool. 

Myung is just goals. I wish I had her as sister or as mother because I think she would be so good at it. Also her vocals are just amazing and she pulls it off to be in such a weird video without it being weird. If a tiny Myung were to walk across my desk I wouldn’t question it. 

And then we have Chae. Chae-ha who is so pretty I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her because literally I’m so confused. BigHit was very, very, very right to make her visual. I know all the girls are really, exceptionally good looking, but tbh Chae is just otherworldly. Also I just love how they gave mother Chae who, sorry Ha-ha, wasn’t that good a dancer back then, the main dancing part. 

I also think the entirety of Dae’s personality can be summed up in this one video. She lays in food, likes weird dances way too much, smiles so brightly her cheeks become too little suns and makes a mess of her sisters room. OMG I FORGOT TO SAY

THE GIRL IN THE JUST RIGHT MV IS DAE’S YOUNGER SISTER, NAYA. THE BEHIND THE SCENES OF THIS MV ARE JUST THE BEST BECAUSE THE BAE SISTERS ARE ICONIC BUT THE YU SISTERS ARE JUST AMAZING. 

Also Naya, who is still a trainee, thanking her sister and the band for letting her in the mv is the cutest thing ever I love this child she did not deserve that band she was put in and tbh I love her even more as solo artist.

But also I love Dae in this mv bc her associations with food but mainly because her of facial expressions during both dance practice and music video because I swear there is something so wrong with her face that is so right.

MOVING ON. I HAVE NOW MADE IT A LIFE GOAL TO GET MY NOSE BOPPED BY PARK PUREUM AS SHE SITS ON A HORSE. Speaking off personalities summed up, that dance she does in the car behind Chae (who looks wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too good riding that Barbie car) is so her I have been laughing for about 4 years now. 

Little Lea is so cute in this with all her oversized clothes in makes her even tinier. Also the fact she takes away that Barbie doll all sneaky is gay activity and I’m like 500% sure she did to make Dae laugh. This band is so gay Korea wasn’t ready.

But now, the first category. Style.

They kept it very very simple in this and wore a lot of blouses and sweaters (except for the two sleeveless tops Lyung and Dae wore, who do I thank?) They also kept their make-up and accessories to a very minimal. I personally think Myung and Chae played a very big part in this because they had already been idolized once before in this other girl group called “Rookie” (coincidence, I think not) and they knew how to make decisions they didn’t regret. 

Most of the members didn’t even have radical hair colours or even changed their hair colour during the duration of this album and promotion. Only Lyung, Ryung and Dae had hair changes. Lyung already had it short before debut (as had Dae) and had the same colours in As If It’s Your Last and Just Right, but had it a little darker brown in Rookie. Ryung went from silver to a light orange to a pure white between all the mvs and shows. Idk, I just think they felt like changing her hair a lot. Tbh I think the orange looked the best on her. And Dae went from a chestnut brown, to a silvery brown to a very dark brown. The styles of their hair didn’t change much either. 

Only Lyung and Dea kept it shorter and the latter was immediately exposed as having curly hair which was just very cute especially bc she was so young at that time. 

Then the second category: their personalities

This was their first era so we first got to meet CHAOS here and let me just say what babies they still were here. 

Let’s start off with our main unnie Chae-ha.Chae was quite serious in this era, always pushing the girls to do more, do better. But she also showed her insecure side sometimes because she wasn’t a very good dancer back then, but had received a couple of main dancing parts which I think really stressed her out. Also I think she took care of the band in her own very special way by protecting them from potential haters and annoying people. 

There are a couple of videos that really show her protective side and just ugh… can she be my mum. But tbh I really think Chae was under a lot of pressure to take care of this chaos of girls as the oldest and because she had some real kpop experience. 

Myung was very quiet in this era but I think it suited her very well too. Her concept is very cute so she owned in a very natural way. She was also such a responsible sister in this era, helping Chae out so much by getting these girls ready. This is also the era where we see her bond with Ryung very much, who was having a lot of trouble getting adjusted to the attention and lifestyle and I swear their relationship is just goals. 

But Myung is such a sweetie and I honeslty can’t imagine anybody ever being mad or upset at her. She also told the fans that she was so happy to be in a group with people she could finally call friends and feel safe around because I think she felt very out of place during her “Rookie” days. Overall just such a sweet person I can’t. 

Lyung and Dae were the first members of the sunshine squad and really they resemble over excited puppies ever since, because that really hasn’t changed. It is clear immediately that Lyung, stagename: Lea, is a very down to earth person, very different than her sister, and a very supportive person. She is actually also very vocal of how hard the trainee time is and how lucky she is to share it with her sister. 

Also her doing some her old songs with Dae from their “Hyped” days can literally resurrect people. But she is also one of the sole reasons the band worked from the beginning because she had rules and schedules from day one bc tbh I think the band might have fallen apart without her, I mean they are a literal chaos. 

Her sister Ryung is the opposite and also nicknamed the Salt of the group. A lot of people dislike her for being quite negative over the group and the other members and their work but tbh I really just think she wanted to prove to everyone she could be successful and was very hard on herself because she wanted to succeed to desperately. 

In like behind the scenes you might get the wrong impression of her but I assure you that when you watch some of their vlogs and videos of the CHAOS household it will change your mind. She is such a cuddly and soft person really she just has trouble showing it. 

As much as I love BigHit and Mr. Bang for all they have done for both CHAOS and BTS, I really just want to know who the hell came up with the plan to make Dae the leader of the group as she is one of the maknaes. But tbh I think Dae was very brave these first few months because she immediately came out and took all the hate like a pro and also kudos for the other members for supporting her so much. 

But really I just like her humour and especially her cheeks because they are so round and full and she’s just such an overall squishy person. Let me also add that now I am so glad Dae is the leader because she’s doing such a good job at it.

Areum is the oldest of the maknae and can, still, go from being very very deep and mysterious to very very dirty. She’s such a meme honestly and I love her both during the late night videos of her questioning everything and everyone but also as the one who makes so many jokes with Dae about their lengths or about the lengths of the other, shorter, members. 

She is very much a member that if I think Lyung and Chae wouldn’t have been around, she wouldn’t have made it because she really needs structure and clarity and I’m just glad she had five amazing unnies to guide her because I love her so much in this band. 

Baby Pureum, or Little Monster as she is also called, is really the baby of the group. On camera she is a very good dancer, like amazing is an understatement, and makes inappropriate jokes and tries to really fit in with the older unnies, off camera and especially without the other members, she was a very shy and insecure person who really was the youngest member. 

She was our bias is so many things in the beginning I think it was a lot for her to handle, but she did and I’m so proud of her. Also let me just say that if Ryung and Myung were the first ship to sail in this fandom, they are closely, closely, followed by the Pureum and Dae ship because honestly these two are so shippable there were so many rumours they were dating it was unreal.

Category three, memorable moments

- The CHAOS household where there was one golden rule: WHEN IT COMES TO HOUSEHOLDING, YOU LISTEN TO BAE LYUNG.

- Pureum and Dae sharing a bed and the first time Lyung found them in the same bed

- “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY DID IN THAT BED!”

- Chae cooking for her children

- Myung baking cookies for her children

- Those times where Myung and Dae were stuck in the studio writing and the others waited for them with re-heated dinner in their pyjama’s

- Ryung always near Myung

- Areum and Dae always having a shorter member lean on them when doing anything tbh

- Baby pureum commanding the others to drink and eat enough, literally splashing water in their face when they don’t do it with a plant spray

- “I have thirsty” when she finally needs a sip of water herself

- Dae’s coming out + all the supportive things the members said

- “Is she gay? I mean, maybe you’re gay? Huh, maybe you’re gay and you don’t want anyone to know so you’re asking Dae but we’ve figuring you out. Check and mate.”

- The birth of ryung’s eyerolls

- Chae’s panic face whenever dealing with the girls

And that was that for this era. See you in the next!