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maximons · 3 years

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Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.”

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders.

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.”

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit.

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred.

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to.

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

#wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader

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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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As per our convo, Newt getting set up with Hermann via Hermann’s father’s binder full of pre-approved suitors for his son...

(from @k-sci-janitor 👀) easily one of our funniest concepts yet. I was going to end on newt coming over for dinner scenario but I like the ominous open ending. I'm not actually sure when kaiju attacks fall in the PR timeline so excuse my handwaveyness, LOL

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Hermann’s relationship with his father is what one would call strenuous at best, but—Hermann must admit, to the man’s credit, and in spite of his many flaws—he took the news of Hermann’s sexual orientation as unflinchingly as if Hermann had told him the day’s weather. It was a bit annoying, in fact. Hermann had agonized over the proper way to breach the subject for months, certain it spoke to some sort of personal ruin (whether ostracization from the Gottliebs or being forbade following through on any attraction he may feel whilst still living under the family roof, he wasn't sure), before finally simply announcing it one day at the breakfast table on a whim.

It had been a long-standing tradition that Hermann’s parents compile a binder—effectively of dossiers—on all the most eligible bachelors (for their daughter) and bachelorettes (for their sons) to aid in the choice of the latest Gottlieb mate. It was easiest this way, or so Hermann and his siblings were told. Parental approval was already secured. The histories of each were already secured, which bypassed any nasty shocks that might emerge in the courtship stage. Most of them were children of his father's colleagues or bright minds in their own rights: surgeons, and dentists, and mathematicians. Poets were strictly forbidden.

The occasion of Hermann’s breakfast table announcement had also been the day Hermann’s father presented him with his very first binder of prospective mates—a few days after his eighteenth birthday, and shortly before he was to go off to begin work on his PhD. His father had slid him a hand-written binder of names, no more than a dozen, and all with accompanying photographs. “All are accomplished young women,” he assured Hermann. “We can arrange any meetings of your choice over your winter holidays.”

Hermann glared down at the row of frozen smiles. He stabbed his fork into his cooked tomato wedge. “I don’t want to marry any of these women,” he said, and turned his glare on his father. He still had a rebellious streak in him at that point, something nurtured by a charismatic young man he used to trail after in boarding school, who pierced Hermann’s ear with a sewing needle in the boys’ toilets and listened to songs about setting things on fire. In late this streak had manifested itself in Hermann in nicking packets of cigarettes from his father’s study, one of which was in his pocket now. The weight of it made Hermann feel bolder. “I don’t want to marry any woman,” he continued. “I like men.”

The binder was drawn away in silence, and Hermann was free to eat his toast and tomatoes. The next morning a binder of young men was in its place.

(In a way the acceptance infuriated Hermann. It meant he could not blame his father’s obvious dislike for him on an unfounded, homophobic prejudice; rather, it was a result of Hermann’s own personal failings.)

The binder was placed at Hermann’s breakfast plate every day until he left for his studies. It was placed at his plate when he returned from them five years later. Not even the emergence of the kaiju from the bottom of the ocean shortly after Hermann turned twenty-four dampened his father’s hopes, nor turning all their scientific efforts towards the new jaeger program: some names were removed from the binder (the reasoning Hermann shudders to think at), more still were added, though Hermann is expected only to consider it once a week now on account of his busy schedule. This was one of such days.

“Your brother is very happy with his wife,” Hermann’s father reminds him. “She was one of my first suggestions for him, in fact.”

Hermann is not fond of his sister-in-law. Too rude—too cold. Though perhaps that makes her perfect for Hermann’s brother. “Haven’t we got bigger things to worry about these days than whether or not I’m going to marry?” Hermann says. He adds milk to his tea. “I’m sure they’re all, er, marvelous selections, only—”

“Your sister, too, with her husband,” father says.

Hermann sighs. He hasn’t got much of the rebellious streak he used to in him anymore—too stressed. Not fancying a fight before they’ve even begun today’s coding work, he picks up the binder and begins flipping through it. Sons of engineers working on the jaeger program with them, prominent young chemists, many of whom Hermann has been presented with since he was eighteen. Plenty of them are even handsome. Half of Hermann wonders if he should just pick the least-unappealing one of the bunch and be done with it already. He turns the page over and freezes. “Oh,” he says. “This one is—new.”

“Hm?” father says.

Hermann holds up the binder, tapping at a new entry. “Newton Geiszler.”

“Dr. Geiszler,” father says, nodding. “A child prodigy from Berlin—he’s made tremendous strides in kaiju science in such little time. And,” he adds, “three PhDs. Two of them before he even turned twenty.” The unspoken implication was that Dr. Geiszler far surpassed Hermann in intelligence and Hermann should feel ashamed for not skipping as many grades as Dr. Geiszler.

Hermann feels he ought to resent Dr. Geiszler for it, but he's finding it difficult to summon up any animosity towards him. It's likely because Hermann finds Dr. Geiszler to be strikingly handsome in his photograph: cheeks which haven’t quite lost their baby fat (giving him the appearance of being a scruffy hamster), large, thick glasses, tousled hair, an easy grin. Three PhDs, and German at that. And a child prodigy? “I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned him to me before,” Hermann says. He seems precisely the sort father would. Geiszler’s photograph is black-and-white and a bit grainy, but Hermann swears he could make out the lightest bit of freckles across his cheeks.

“I’d not heard of him until he published an article last week on kaiju biology,” father says. “Besides—he’s moved to America.”

Geiszler has three piercings up the side of his left ear. “I am going to write to him,” Hermann declares.

Father nods, and picks up his newspaper, clearly already disinterested. They speak no more of it that day.

It is not hard to find Dr. Geiszler online (his name is not the most common, and his field of study certainly isn’t), nor is it hard to match his photograph to his faculty page on MIT’s website. From there, Hermann retrieves Dr. Geiszler’s email address. He takes the evening to read over Geiszler’s publications spanning back to 2003 before he gathers up the courage to type out an actual email.

Dear Dr. Geiszler,

You do not know me, but I have recently been made acquaintance with your work and find it—Hermann pauses—scintillating. My father and I are—Hermann backspaces this—I am currently working on the development of the jaeger program…

There’s a response waiting for him the next morning. It’s as enthusiastic as it is brief. Dr. Gottlieb- That’s so awesome!! Believe it or not I’ve been following your work too. I have a million questions for you about the jaegers. If it’s classified info I promise I won’t tell. -Newt

It makes Hermann smile like nothing ever has before.

Hermann’s correspondence with Dr. Geiszler does not transgress beyond the professional until the following January. By that time, Hermann and his father have successfully completed the coding for their first jaeger prototype, and Hermann has been offered his fair share of tenured university positions to pick from as he likes. He finds himself oddly disappointed that none of them are in America with Dr. Geiezler. This, which leads to the realization that he’s grown rather fond of Dr. Geiszler, is perhaps what drives Hermann to uncharacteristic sentimental extremes on January 19th: he orders Dr. Geiszler a birthday present. The first email Dr. Geiszler sends him after that addresses him as Hermann. The first email Hermann sends Dr. Geiszler after that addresses him as Newton. Things move rapidly after that.

“Are you still writing to that young biologist?” Hermann’s father asks him in March. Hermann has spent the last two months devouring every bit of information Newton has seen fit to divulge about his personal life: his dexterity with no less than three different instruments, his favorite loud monster movies, how he’d love to get a kaiju tattooed on him one day. Hermann suspects he might be falling in love with Newton. In hardly five months! These are war times, Hermann supposes, so it would make sense. People are meant to do such extreme things.

“I am,” Hermann says.

“I’ve asked around about him,” Hermann’s father says. His expression is stern—unimpressed. “About his character. I’m not sure it’s wise to continue your correspondence.”

The reasons are this. Dr. Geiszler’s methods are unorthodox. Dr. Geiszler is loud and uncouth, and has little respect for his intellectual superiors. Dr. Geiszler was thrown out of a convention once for storming up on stage and stealing a microphone from an engineer to shout about the destruction coral reefs. Dr. Geiszler was in a distasteful band for several years. Dr. Geiszler was once arrested for egging a politician’s house. Dr. Geiszler has gone on record as describing the kaiju as “kinda cool”. Almost none of this is news to Hermann; in fact, that which is only causes Hermann’s affection for Newton to grow. “I will consider your advice,” Hermann says, knowing he won’t. Besides, it's not as if his father really has Hermann's interests at heart—Hermann knows he merely wishes to preempt any scandal Newton Geiszler could possibly bring upon the Gottlieb name.

In April Newton goes on television and declares that he’s sure the kaiju are extraterrestrial in origin, on account of their great size and his brief examination of a sample from the second kaiju to make landfall. He’s laughed off by his older peers before he can get another word out. The email he writes to Hermann afterwards is furious, capslock-heavy, and expresses that Hermann is the only one who takes him seriously in the whole world. It leaves Hermann certain that he is in love with Newton.

“Dr. Geiszler was interviewed on some American television program,” Hermann’s father says a few days later.

“I know,” Hermann says, proudly. Newton was on television. “I watched it.”

“He made some extraordinary claims,” Hermann’s father says.

But Hermann is thinking only of the outfit Newton wore (skinny jeans and an oversized leather jacket, so out of place compared to the suited other scientists sitting around him), the shade of his eyes (hazel), his short stature (hardly taller than Hermann), and the cadence of his voice (high, but not unappealing). He’d been so confident, and carried himself with a self-assurance that was foreign to Hermann. It was marvelously attractive. “I’m sure they're correct,” Hermann says. "Every single one. Newton is a terribly brilliant scientist." All bold claims are met with derision at first, are they not?

Newton’s theory is proven correct after the next kaiju attack, when experts other than him get their hands on kaiju samples and validate his claims. The general consensus after that is that the kaiju are not of this world. And Newton was the first to propose the theory! Hermann sends Newton an email full of congratulations, and Newton responds with a heart emoticon in his sign-off. Newton isn't just a brilliant scientist. “Newton is a genius,” Hermann tells his father, dreamily.

The binder reappears on Hermann’s work desk a few months later, Newton’s page torn conspicuously from it. Hermann tips the whole thing straight into his trash can. He has more important things to worry about—arranging a meeting with Newton, perhaps. Hermann ought to have him over for dinner.

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #Anonymous #the new post editor is weird but I like that I can make things pink

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shigarakis-fifth-hand · 4 years

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The “Better Half”; A Poly KiriBaku x Reader Fanfic

As Izuku Midoryia’s twin sister, you face many issues. But as life throws you one after another, somehow there are two people who are always there for you.

Enjoy the series | one two three four five

It was September 13th, and you came into the world. Into the arms of your mother, she was able to look at you lovingly before handing you to your father. Big, bright green eyes and dark green hair with pale skin and few freckles. You were healthy if not on the skinny side, and surprisingly, not crying your eyes out like most children do. It would be something to be concerned about if you were not looking at your father’s face curiously, and then at the room around you. To your eyes which had seen nothing but darkness, the bright room looked like heaven.

Five minutes and two seconds after, your brother came to the world after you, crying and screaming louder than most children, but at least it was more normal than you. Your mother held him for a minute, before you both were taken by the nurses to be checked for health. Your brother, with dark green hair with lighter highlights and dark green eyes with more freckles than you, was smaller although he had been the one getting the most food. He wiggled around and cried, being the loudest one around.

You, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm except when a needle had been stuck into you to check for your health, causing you to cry for a minute before getting distracted by the nice nurse caring for you. You were washed, and put into the softest blanket-outfit thing with mittens, which you hated, and taken back to your parents with the nurses’ disappointment. Your brother’s caretaker was more than happy to give him back though. Your mother held your brother, loving looking at him with happiness in her eyes as he looked at his sleeping face.

“Look how sweet, he’s snoring.” Your dear mother, Inko Midoryia, looked up at her husband, Hizashi, who held you. “She’s looking around. She’s so calm, it’s almost worrying.” He smiled at you, who was now running your entire hand along one of his fingers, surprised by the rough texture. “They look different.” Inko smiled, now looking at you with lust in her eyes. “She’s prettier. Hands down. And better behaved.” He explained as Inko smiled back at her son, sighing. “They’re going to be equal, and be best friends.” She smiled happily.

“She’s going to protect him, and he’s going to do the same for her. If they’re not, then we’ve failed as parents.” Inko explained, thinking about how her own sister hadn't talked to her in years. “Yes, but I can tell she’s going to be the leader.” Hizashi explained to his wife, who shot him an annoyed side-eye that went un-noticed. “That’s okay though. As long as they’re both happy.” Inko smiled back at her son, hoping that she wouldn't have to worry about them. Little did she know...

Four years later from that day, you and your brother went to the theme park for your birthday with your two parents. Your brother, named Izuku by your dear mother, was holding onto your arm as you both entered the park. “Ichiko! Look!” He pointed up to the tall rollercoaster overlooking the rest of the park, using your name. You had been named Ichiko by your father, which meant “Alpha” or “First child”. It was known to everyone who observed his actions that your father not only favored you, but loved that you were the stronger, taller, and “best” compared to your brother.

“We should ride it! Come on Dad, let’s go!” You began to run before your father grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back forcefully, making him receive several glances from the parents around him for treating a young child with such force and strength. Yet, in his words “you could handle it”, and thanks to his forceful parenting, you had built up the strength to get used to it. “Not yet, we’re waiting on someone.” Just as he finished his sentence, he was met with yelling from nearby. “Is that Inko Midoryia?!”

You all turned to see a spiky-haired blonde woman running towards you. “Inko babe! It’s been so long!! You haven’t changed a bit!!” She hugged your mother, before turning to your father. “Aye! ‘Zashi bro! How’s it going?! God, you two are such highschool sweetheart goals!” She yelled loudly and full of energy, before turning to the two of you. “Are these who I think they are?! Oh my gosh, you guys are adorable! God I wish I would have had a daughter, you’re such a dollface! And you, such a lady’s man! Goodness me!”

‘Mitsuki, it’s so good to see you. Where’s little Katsuki and-” Inko was interrupted by yelling from a small child walking up to you. “Mommmm. Where’s my water bottle, I can’t find it!” You turned to see a smaller, male version of Mitsuki with the same hairstyle and a black skull t-shirt with shorts. “Katsuki, be quiet. At least say hi to Inko and her children. We brought you to have a play date. It’s their birthday.” Mitsuki explained, before turning back to continue her conversation with the adults.

“Hi! I’m Ichiko!” You waved at the boy, who looked quite shocked. “It’s your birthday?” Katsuki asked as you nodded, before pulling out a plastic water bottle from your tiny backpack. “It’s unopened. You look hot.” You grinned, tossing it to him as he caught it. He inspected the closed lid before opening it slowly and taking a long sip suspiciously. “I didn’t put anything in it silly. Now do you want to go on that flipping ship or the roller-coaster? I think the two of us meet the height requirement!” You asked as his eyes lit up. A girl who liked rollercoasters??!!

No way, he had to reveal you for the fake extra you really were. “Rollercoaster. I heard it does two 180s, and it’s really fast. I heard someone fell off and broke their leg.” He tried to make you nervous, but only was even more confused when you began smiling. “Well if it’s really fun and it was only the leg, we’ll be fine! Plus two 180s is better than one, so that’s great!!” Bakugo watched as you turned to Izuku who was behind you. “This is my brother Izuku.” You gestured to him, who waved shyly, receiving a confused glance from Katsuki.

So the girl was the outgoing one and the boy was the shy, short one? Strange, but also weirdly cool. Katsuki didn’t have any girl friends, and barely any friends to begin with, so many you could be cool. “Alright kiddies, let’s go.” Katsuki’s dad came up behind you three, smiling as you and the blond got excited, Izuku not so much. Without warning, you grabbed Katsuki’s hand and pulled him towards the nearest ride, a fast rollercoaster that allowed smaller children to ride, not the safest decision, but one that you were more than overjoyed with.

You and Katsuki must of gone on that rollercoaster over five times, loving each one more than the last. After the first one, Izuku choose to stay with the parents who watched the kids and talked about their recent lives. The habit of Izuku staying behind seemed to continue, when the ride was only 2 people per row, or you two wanted to ride something that was two scary. You and Katsuki shared a cotton candy, and Bakugo got you a balloon who he had “ borrowed” from another kid just for you.

You and Katsuki spent hours talking, laughing, and becoming friends. Mitsuki was beyond shocked, seeing her son socialize like never before with a child his age. Katsuki told you about the preschool his mom had looked at, and how his older cousin had gotten his quirk and he was beyond jealous. “I don’t know what mine is, but it’ll be awesome! I know it!” He told you as you nodded, content with just listening to his rant. Just as you two turned the corner to walk down the sidewalk towards the carousel, the kid who Bakugo had “borrowed” the balloon from ran towards him.

“You little brat! You’re going to pay for this!” He freaked out, grabbing a football from his friend’s hand and throwing it at Bakugo. “Hey!” You yelled, reaching out your hand in front of Bakugo. As if time was slowing down, you watched as the football separate into particles, almost like droplets of melted football, and stand mid-air before your face. You pushed your hand back, and as it moved, the droplets joined back together and fell to the dirt below your feet. “Dude, let’s go! These kids are crazy!”

You turned around to see Katsuki, his parents, your parents, and your dear twin brother all staring at you, stars in their eyes. “Mama! Daddy! Did you see what I did?!” You cheered, jumping up and down as your father picked you up happily. “That’s my girl! On your fourth birthday too! Your mom and I didn’t even get ours until we were at least five!” He hugged you proudly, before setting you down as Izuku gave you a high five. “Wow! You can move things with your mind, and separate them into liquids! That’s like mom and dad’s quirk together!” Izu cheered happily as you turned to Bakugo.

“Your... your quirk is SO COOL!” He exclaimed, running to you, grabbing your hands, and jumping excitingly. “God, imagine what you could do with that! You could kick a soccer ball and make it go forever! Or you could even make all the rain come off of you if you don’t have an umbrella!” He continued smiling, before engulfing you in a tight hug. Mitsuki almost cried, shaking a teary-eyed look with Inko, happy her son was socializing. She had become worried about his mental state, being such an angry human being from the beginning. She was worried he wouldn’t be able to function with other kids, and would be an outcast. But no...

“What are we waiting for?! Let’s go! I saw a water gun thing to win a stuffed pokemon! I want the Pikachu!” He yelled out, laughing playfully as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the crowd and towards the fun. As Izuku trailed behind with the adults, he smiled at how happy you were. You and Bakugo were such good friends, he couldn’t help but be happy that you had another friend to keep you company and make you happy, exactly what you deserved. Little did Izuku know that when he had let you and Bakugo go ahead, he bought himself a life of being the third wheel on your friendship with Katsuki.

It was September 13th, a year later, and birthday decorations laid around the apartment of Inko Midoryia. “Happy birthday Ichiko and Izuku, happy birthday to you.” The children around you sang, crowded around a table. You sat next to your twin brother, smiling before you both turned and blew out the five candles on the cake in front of you. “Good job guys!” Your mom, Inko Midoryia, ran up to you, cutting a piece for each of you, giving one to you first. You looked around at the table, seeing fifteen children from your preschool who you were friends with.

Mitsuki Bakugo and her husband were taking the presents that you and Izuku had unwrapped to your room, and your own mother was making lively conversation with the rest of the parents at the party. Looking around, you were upset to find your father gone, braking his promise that he would come this time. On and off, your father’s visits seemed to grow farther from one another as time passed. After you had gotten your quirk, your parents had quickly begun arguing, eventually causing your father to storm out.

Throughout the divorce and your fifth birthday, your mom had moved to a smaller apartment while saving for a house, began getting interested in medication, forcing you and your twin brother to take certain pills and supplements to prevent any depression or abandonment issues from your father leaving, had gotten you, Izuku, and Katsuki together almost daily for play dates, and had put an offer on a townhouse near the Bakugo household.

“Finally you’re five years old! Now you can go on the slide at the playground by yourself! Lucky!” You turned to a spiky-haired blond boy next to you, smiling ear-to-ear as he talked/ yelled at you. “I know, but it’s okay. I won’t go on until you can too.” You smiled as he laughed, high-fiving you. “That’s awesome! But it’s okay, only two more months and then we both can go on it!” He grinned again, even wider than before as you nodded. “All three of us.” You smiled, grabbing the shirt of your twin brother who was listening in on the conversation.

“Aww, look at you cuties!! Say birthday!!” Bakugo’s mother, a blonde lady with the exact hairstyle as her toddler son, jumped out from nowhere and held up her phone. “Mommmm.” Bakugo complained as the three kids turned to his mother, smiling as her phone flashed, partially blinding them. “Now let’s get out of here, these kids are getting on my nerves. Someone already asked me if they could touch my hair!” Bakugo complained, grabbing your hand and pulling you out as Izuku followed you guys to the doorway.

“Izu! Ichi! Don’t you want to say goodbye to your guests?” Inko asked as you nodded, grinning as you ran back inside to the table quickly. “Aren’t you going to go?” Katsuki asked Izuku as he shook his head slowly, turning to watch you hug the kids goodbye. “I’m not friends with any of them really. I don’t even know half of them, they’re just Ichi’s friends.” Izuku explained sitting next to Katsuki on the step outside the doorway. “She’s always been the one to make a lot of friends. It’s okay though, I only need her... and you of course.” Izuku smiled at the blond.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, going un-noticed by the green-haired one as the two turned to see their friend and sister walk up behind them. “Bye Maria! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She turned to the boys who stood up quickly at her arrival, smiling at her from behind. “Come on boys, let’s go. The forest is waiting to explore, and the first one we have a year older must be awesome!” Bakugo grabbed the jar that he had brought next to him for bugs, and smiled, walking after her. “Heck ya! My mom uses candles, but we should totally use those lighting bulb bugs.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling as you entered the elevator with the two boys and clicking the elevator button. Bakugo was taller than you by 2.5 inches, and you were taller than Izuku by 4. Yet you and Bakugo had the agreement that when you took the elevator down, you pressed the button, and he would do the same when you all went back up. “Don’t you mean lightning bugs Kacchan?” You asked as he blushed at his own mistake, you and Izuku giggling. “It’s okay, lightbulb bugs sounds cooler, and it’s more accurate.” You hugged Bakugo, grabbing onto his arm.

“They don’t even look like lightning.” You told him, making him feel only a bit better as the door opened to the first floor and you all walked out. Again, there was an unspoken rule that Izuku would walk behind you two, although you personally never had noticed, Bakugo and Izuku had made it clear with each other. Bakugo liked being by your side when you would grip his arm, and Izuku liked being in the back “to protect you” when really there was no room on the sidewalk for a third.

When you guys got to the forest behind Bakugo’s neighborhood, next to the apartment building that you lived in, you immediately jumped into the nearby tree and began to climb up. Bakugo laughed, knowing how much you loved tree-climbing to no-end. You swung your legs over the branch and hung upside down, fluffing the hair of the two boys who passed beneath you towards the river. “Ichi! Ichi! It’s a bug! Get it Kacchan!” Izuku yelled, receiving a glare from the blond boy as he looked at your brother annoyed.

“Why don’t you get it! I’m busy trying to find the spider my mom put out the other day. She put it under a cup and walked outside and I haven’t found seen him since! She’s a killer!” He yelled, returning to rummaging around the forest bushes with his bare hands. “Hey, be careful. Turns out all snakes aren’t nice like your snake. Look.” You lifted your pant leg and showed two bite marks to the blond as his eyes widened, looking at you, and then back at the bite. “Woah! You survived a whole snake?!” He asked as you nodded, feeling like a champion.

“Yep, here.” You handed him a stick you had taken off the tree before going to your brother, holding your own empty jar to collect the bug Izuku found. Bakugo watched you though, completely shocked at your strength. You were a girl, yet you were here collecting bugs and fighting snakes?! You were incredible!!! He turned. “So Ichiko, have you been training? I still haven’t gotten mine, but I’ve been working on it!” Bakugo flexed his muscles through his black t-shirt, a silver skull on it this time.

“Actually I have. I helped my mom clean the entire house, and I was able to put away all of the groceries in a few seconds. My mom says it’s very helpful, and she’s proud of me.” You grinned as he stared at you, his eyes shining at your talent. “Lemme see Ichi! Lemme see!” He cried out, jumping up and down happily. You smiled, realizing how he hadn’t changed since you met him. “Okay. Izuku, stand still!” You yelled at your brother as he turned to you, shaking in fear as you extended your hand out.

Before he could respond, the dirt beneath him began to turn into small, liquid pieces and rose in the air, carrying him with it. “Woah! You can lift humans?! That’s amazing!” Katsuki exclaimed as you set your brother down, turning to the blonde boy. “You’re amazing Ichiko! You’re incredible, better than anyone I’ve ever met our age! You’re going to become the best pro hero in the world!” He exclaimed, staring at you as if you were God yourself. “That’s right Katsuki, but you’re going to do it with me!”

You put your hand on Bakugo’s shoulders as he looked at you, very confused as you both ignored your watching twin from the sidelines. “You’re going to be just as good as me, and we’ll become the Dream Team forever!” You smiled as he couldn’t help but feel emotional at you not only accepting him but promising him a future of hope. It was no secret that Bakugo had confidence issues, from where you would never understand, but you saying that made his day. His week. His entire life was altered that moment, where you recognized him as an equal.

Little did you know that you had begun the start of Bakugo’s confidence spree, bullying beginning, and his craving for the constant attention and compliments, not to mention the start to him seeing everyone else as extras. Because... you were perfect in every way, and you had said that he was an equal, so he had to be perfect! Everyone else was an extra, meaningless and weak compared to you both, the Dream Team. Watching from afar, Izuku couldn’t help but feel conflicted, feeling left out and desperate for attention more than ever.

As the years passed, Bakugo and your relationship began to evolve from friends to the best of friends, and to the point where you two were never seen apart from each other. With Izuku in the background, always the one to walk behind when the sidewalk could only fit two people, or the one to sit on the side and just watch as the other two continued a conversation.

Your father visited you every other weekend, only paying attention to you these days. You and Katsuki played video games all weekend, trained your quirks after school daily, loved rock-climbing on Saturday nights, and even went on “dates” that were never confirmed dates. You’ll never forget the day that everything changed though, when you and Bakugo were playing hide and seek in his house while your mom and Izuku, your small seven-year-old self being able to fit under the table in the hallway.

As you hid though, you remained undetected as the phone rang, Mitsuki walking and picking it up. From the other side, you could hear your mother’s voice, and the sound of her crying filling your ears. “Whaaaat? Oh Inko, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what to say!” Mitsuki exclaimed as you leaned closer, desperate to hear. “He’s quirkless Suki! I don’t know what to do! I can’t fix this with medicine or a doctors visit! His dream was becoming a hero, and proving himself to Ichiko and Katsuki... but now.” You listened to your mother, currently sobbing as she ranted.

“Oh god, he’s going to get bullied so much Mitsuki! I just... I don’t know what to do! His father isn’t picking up any of my calls, but... he texted me. He says he wants to release any rights to Izuku. Just Izuku! His own father is abandoning him because he’s quirkless, but still wanting a relationship with his daughter?! He’s such a douche, the poor boy has been through enough! You should have seen the look on his face when the doctor told him he would never have a quirk.” You sighed, trying not to make a noise as Mitsuki and your mother continued.

You waited, getting lost in your own thoughts before Mitsuki hung up, sighing sadly before walking back to the living room to talk to her husband who waited by the door, having heard some of the conversation. Finally, you were able to walk back to Bakugo’s room to see him checking under the bed for the 100th time. “There you are!! I’ve been looking all over!” he complained, jumping up and walking over to you. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You look sad.” He asked as you looked at him, a single tear sliding down your face.

“Katsuki!” You began sobbing, jumping into his arms and clinging to his chest. Unaware of what to do, he patted your back awkwardly, trying to figure out why you were crying. His mom got emotional sometimes and did this, but that was usually fixed by chocolate and that adult grape juice his mom loved. “It’s Izuku. My mom called your mom. She was crying. She said... she said...” You looked up at the blond, still crying. “He’s quirkless! Izuku is quirkless! Oh god, I can’t believe it!” You cried, seeing his eyes open wide as a shocked response.

“He is? But, you have one! Izuku can’t be... He was going to become a hero with us. We were going to be the Dream Team.” Bakugo thought out loud as you nodded, letting him wipe a tear from your cheek gently. “You know what? It’s okay...” You perked up, returning to a smiling state. “Izuku has always been quirkless, we’re just finding out. He’s still my brother, and we’re going to protect him from anyone who wants to make fun of him! Right?! The Dream Duo can do anything!” You smiled as Bakugo watched you, feeling warm inside.

Thanks to Izuku being quirkless, he was able to be even closer to you. He was now going to not just be your partner, but your other half. Izuku might have been your twin at birth, but as soon as Bakugo had met you, he knew he was meant to be the one who you would spend the rest of your life with. Now, with Izuku out of the way, Izuku didn’t have to come to when you guys went to train on the beach, and he didn’t have to come to when you guys fantasized about heroes! Now that he thought about it, Izuku didn’t have to come anywhere with you guys!

And that idea stayed with Bakugo throughout the rest of the years following. Throughout middle and high school, Katsuki began slowly slipping away from any friendship with Izuku. It all started at the beginning of middle school when Katsuki brought the name “Deku” out of nowhere. You said it was an insult, but Bakugo just said that it was an inside joke, turning Izuku’s quirklessness into something funny and not so sad. Izuku said he had no issue with it, and you said you didn’t either if he just didn’t say it around you.

Near the end of middle school, Katsuki began only hanging out with you. Izuku told you that he just didn’t want to come whenever you would invite him, but little did you know what Bakugo had made sure to give him hints that he didn’t want Izuku around. Whether it was an annoyed glance whenever Izuku would talk to him, or purposely tripping him whenever you weren’t around. Izuku just knew it was best if he just stayed behind, and let Bakugo get his way with having alone time with you.

At the beginning of high school, Katsuki gained “followers” who constantly worshipped him, did whatever he wanted, and would do anything for him. This included putting maple syrup in Izuku’s lockers, spamming any social media with hateful messages, and even taking his backpack and lighting it on fire in the parking lot. To you, this was all just unfortunate events due to everyone around the school being hateful. You never would have guessed that your best friend and life-time crush would have been the one torturing your dear twin brother.

Unlike your dear best friend with the spiky hair, you gained many friends during high school. Being the most powerful girl in school, and half of the iconic duo that the entire school worshipped, you constantly had people drooling over you literally and figuratively. You gladly took in as many friends as possible, and had built yourself quite a group of friends. You were friends with the mean girls, who always invited you to sleepovers, the athletes who wanted you at every single game to cheer for them and who you did volleyball with, and even the nerds who did your homework just because you were so nice and defended them.

But now it was the last year of high school for you, and a single month before the end of school no less. You sat in your leadership class, your final period before you could go to volleyball practice and enjoy the donuts they gave out every Thursday. “Now, as I’m sure you all know, the ones currently applying for UA are Ichiko…” The class erupted into claps and hollers in your direction, cheerful faces staring at you from every way. “Bakugo...” The teacher continued as Bakugo smiled widely, happy about the same applause towards him. You couldn’t help but blush as Bakugo winked at you, ignoring the high-fives his way.

“And Izuku...” The entire class grew silent as they looked at the empty desk in front of you. On purpose obviously, Izuku had left to go to the bathroom to avoid any side-eyes. “Oh gosh, he won’t stand a chance...” You heard a random voice murmur, along with many giggled and snickers as you turned to the teacher. “Go on Mr. Kiyoko, we don’t have all day.” You commanded as he nodded, following your orders. “He’ll get crushed by a robot the first chance he gets, am I right?” Bakugo asked you with a cocky tone, smirking as he looked your direction.

“I know... it’s so concerning. I’ll have to protect him at the entrance exam since he won’t have a chance on the physical aspect, but it’ll be so hard to compete against the other students if I’m protecting a helpless human being as well . Plus, even if he gets all of the academic side, so will some of the other students with quirks. I need to convince him not to go, I just have to.” You thought out loud, receiving a smirk from Bakugo and his followers that you didn’t notice. At the same time, Bakugo hated the way that Izuku affected you, and if Deku dared to ruin your high chances of going to your dream school, he would pay big-time.

“Anyways, I hope you all think about your future and complete the essay I gave you about your career choices past high school. I can only hope that you do have a plan after all, or else you wouldn’t bother with high school. Class dismissed.” The teacher lectured as the sound of chairs and desks moving filled the room. “H-hey, Ichiko?” You turned to see Bakugo, looking surprisingly nervous with his blush and the fact that he was avoiding eye contact with you. “Yea?” You smiled, confused by his sudden change in attitude.

“Before practice... could you walk with me for a minute?” He asked as your eyes widened, pretending to be shocked. “And risk missing the donuts at practice?! Of course...” You smirked as he sighed in relief, grabbing his backpack and pulling it onto one of his shoulders. “Lead the way ‘Suki.” You smiled sweetly, making his heart melt at his nickname as he passed you and walked out into the hallway. You followed, grabbing onto his arm, a habit you always did with him.

Down one of the side hallways and into the main one, you saw how all of the classrooms had been cleared of people, leaving you alone. Bakugo stopped, causing you to stop abruptly. “Ichiko, I- I need to say something, and I need you to let me finish please.” You nodded at him, slightly nervous at what he could possibly be saying. You had been confessed to multiple times by both girls and guys, told that they had undying love for you and that you needed to “let them finish”.

Was Bakugo about to do the same, and fufill your dreams at the same time? You knew that you had strong feelings for him, constantly being unable to peel your eyes away from him while at the gym, and always clinging onto him whenever you would walk. You would blush when your friends would tease, and giggle nervously whenever Bakugo’s “friends” called you his girlfriend. It was no secret that almost the entire school shipped you itself, and that you two would be a perfect match.

You were sweet, and he was salty. You were gorgeous, and he was handsome. You were the most heroic, and he was a villain but with morals. “I... I don’t know how to say this actually. I wrote this entire speech in my room at 2 am a few months ago, and I’ve been practicing for weeks...” He looked up at you, meeting eye contact with your gorgeous dark green eyes that he could get lost in if he wanted to, which he did most times. “God, please go easy on me. This isn’t-” Bakugo was interrupted by you cupping his face and kissing him suddenly.

As an instinct, he used his hand on your back to push you into him, and his other hand to hold the back of your head and intensify the kiss. He couldn’t describe how much he had wanted this, and you felt the same. Like a wave washing over you and releasing all the daydreams and urges, you felt at ease for once in months. “I feel the same way Katsuki.” You told him, using his full name because it felt right. “God, what are you doing to me?” Katsuki asked, feeling as if he was melting at your touch.

In an instant, he was single-handily able to push you into a classroom and lock the door behind him, pushing you up against the wall as he kissed you. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He whispered, moving his lips to your neck and beginning to kiss it tenderly and hard. He couldn't count how many times he had stared at your neck and wanted to decorate it, to show that you were his. And now you were, finally after all this time. “M-me too.” You confessed, letting your hands roan his back freely.

You slipped off your shirt happily, him staring at you the entire time. “Oh god... ‘Chiko. I’m in love with you.” He confessed as you stood there, standing at him with open eyes. “I mean it... I promise, I wouldn't just say it to get what I want or make you like me more. I love you, and I have for awhile.” He leaned in to kiss you slowly and passionately. “I love you too Katsuki. I’ve always loved you, and I’ll never stop.” You smiled, grabbing your arms around his torso as you continued the slow and hot kiss.

In the rush and heat of the moment, mixed with the lust and sexual tension that filled the air, you began to strip yourself of your shirt as he stared at you, your pastel blue lacy bra and the tan lines from when you could go to the beach every afternoon when you weren’t playing video games. You really were Katsuki’s dream girl, and you had always been. Katsuki pressed himself against your bare skin before stripping off his own shirt, throwing it to the side without a care in the world. He was going to make you feel so good...

“Ichiko?! Where are you?!” You stared at Bakugo worryingly, recognizing Izuku’s voice immediately. You jumped from Bakugo's torso to your shirt, throwing it on and fixing the wrinkles. You grabbed the hair tie on the floor next to you and threw it into a messy bun. “Is my lip gloss okay?” You whispered, facing him as he looked at you up and down. Moving his thumb along the line of your lip to fix it, he smiled sadly before meeting your eyes. “Perfect as always.”

You smiled, a blush returning to your face as you recalled the actions that had just taken place. You moved and kissed his lips, holding him closely. “We can resume this tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives.” You smiled, kissing his nose and pecking his lips again before racing out. “Yea?! Izuku? I’m here!” You called out before seeing your twin come out of another classroom. “Oh good. You weren’t in the gym when I went to look and the team is passing out donuts.”

You smiled, nodded, and fixed the tie on your uniform before walking to the gym with him, looking back from time to time. The feeling of Bakugo’s hands remained on your body, sending sensational chills and an addictive feeling that was better than any drugs. You were in love with Katsuki Bakugo, and he felt the same! On the other side of the school, Katsuki was walking home angrily, before stopping by the gym. He watched you walk in, nearly tackled by your friends.

He also saw Izuku, friend-less and lonely, walking in after you with a sad smile. “Deku...” Bakugo murmured angrily, upset that even after years of trying to stop him, Izuku couldn't get the hint. Bakugo knew that he would not be able to be with the love of his life until Deku learned his place, and stayed far away from you. It was quite simple actually, and if Deku had a brain, surely he would realize that you were better off. You were athletic, brilliant, popular, out-going, and powerful beyond anyone could ever imagine.

Deku was weak as humanly possible, a nerd without the brains, disliked and avoided by close to everyone in the school, shy and nervous, and of course, quirkless. No, useless. There were quirkless people who did something productive with their lives, but here Izuku was wasting away, begging for a quirk that was suitable for a hero to magically drop out of the sky and turn him into the next All Might. It was laughable honestly, that Izuku was trying to be a hero when he could have done something good with his pathetic life instead of dreaming.

It was about time that Bakugo stopped Deku from ruining his life, and began forcing the poor boy to see the truth of his life, and to learn his place in the back of the line. He didn’t deserve his sister’s love like Bakugo did, and he had to make sure that he got it. Deku would ruin everything if he could, and he had to be stopped. As Bakugo watched Deku sit on the bleachers and scroll through his phone, Bakugo smirked, an idea popping into his head as he pulled out his phone.

That night, Bakugo texted you for hours upon hours, sweet nothings and simple conversation like usual. Above everything else, you loved the fact that over years of friendly flirting and sexual tension, nothing changed once your love for each other was out there in the open. You still talked about heroes, how annoying your classmates were, and how excited you were about the UA exams coming up. You both planned to have you spend the night with Bakugo the night before, and that morning you would go on a 3 mile run and chug protein shakes.

The night before, he even promised to allow you to give him a face mask, but only if you would go night swimming with him. You happily agreed, and began fantasizing about your futures together. You both wanted a luxury condo with a salt water pool and a home gym, and a single cat and dog. You would travel a lot, and have a Summer home in Hawaii, the single place both of you guys just dreamed about. Little did you know that in the room over, your brother was feeling the opposite of happiness.

When you sat at the dinner table, you were on your phone texting Bakugo and couldn’t see him playing with his food. When you were brushing your teeth next to him, you were on a call with Bakugo and didn’t see his red, puffy eyes. And when you said goodnight, you were laughing about a joke Bakugo had said and didn’t realize he didn’t say it back, which was beyond abnormal. It wasn’t until morning, when you arrived at the table for breakfast and found Izuku gone, was when you realized that something was up. He had even forgotten his lunch??

You rode your skateboard to school like normal, meeting up with Bakugo for the first class of the day, which you didn’t have with Izuku. You and Bakugo sat down next to each other, playing footsies under the table as you did your math. He then walked you to your social studies when he went to the science classroom next to it. You guys switched classes after, him going to social studies and you going to science, doing the signature high-five you guys had created from childhood while swapping.

Finally it was fourth period, the first class of the day that you had with Izuku and Bakugo. It was Hero Studies, your favorite class. But first, you had to give Izuku his lunch. You walked down the hallway, seeing the green-haired boy from afar. “Izu! You forgot this at home!” You called out, still skipping happily wth the memories from yesterday fresh in your mind. This time, you finally noticed Izuku’s weird behavior when he didn’t turn around. “Thank you Ichiko, you can leave.” You looked over to see he was staring at his phone intensely.

When you saw the single tear drip from his cheek to the phone screen, you snatched it out of his hand and held it up, staring back at your brother who was now facing you. A single black eye, a light scrape on his right cheek, and bright red, puffy eyes looked back at you. “Oh my god, what the hell happened?” You asked as he closed his eyes, trying not to cry. You hugged him while bringing the phone screen in front of you, looking at his recents. It was Bakugo’s number which you knew by heart, followed by all of his “friends”.

Kill yourself. You fucking ruin everything.

Worthless Deku. Die you fucker.

Waste of space. Take a dive off the roof.

You’re pathetic. Your own dad hates you.

Freak. Nobody likes you.

Your sister hates you. You deserve to die.

Don’t come to school tomorrow. Meet us behind the school early.

You looked up at your brother, unable to believe your own eyes. “I-I was going to tell you, but you just seemed so happy with him. I didn’t... I didn’t want to ruin anything else!” Izuku began sobbing into your chest as you held him close. “Bakugo sent you these?” You asked your brother, unable to believe it even though it was right in front of your eyes. How could you have not seen it sooner? Bakugo wasn’t a jerk to Izuku because it was funny or friendly, but because Izuku was quirkless, he was terrible to him.

You couldn't help but feel tricked, practically lied to that that point. The same boy who would tell you that he loved you, and had always loved you, would beat up your dear brother and tell him to kill himself. You couldn't help but feel tears overwhelming up as you ran down the hall and to the Hero Studies class, seeing Bakugo. “Hey cutie, what’s u-” As he went to do the handshake, you punched him right in the face, sending him to the floor as a crowd surrounded you. “What was that for?!” Bakugo yelled as you grabbed his water bottle.

“You!” You kicked him in his stomach, seeing the students surround you in a circle. “You kiss me and tell me you love me, but then you beat up my brother and tell him to kill himself!” You threw Bakugo’s backpack at him, hitting him in the face. “You’re pathetic! You go threw all the trouble of calling me your best friend and then you do shit like this! You’re pathetic and heart-breaking and I hate you! I hate you so much Katsuki!” You screamed, tears pooling down your face as he stared back at you, unable to believe your words.

“I hate you so much! And I’m never speaking to you again!” You screamed before running out of the classroom, and out of the school towards downtown.

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dreamlikeapsycho · 4 years

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I saw the max facts (pun intended 😂) you did for that question a while ago. So I was wondering if maybe you could tell us some more facts about Max it doesn’t have to be anything too detailed but anything you know would be nice to know, pretty please 😊

Okay... RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MAX - PART 2

I went on deep analysis mode this time to try and say all of Max's little nice and cute moments I know of.. Pls take notice, tho!! I'm not trying to flex or anything, I'm just a simple peasant girl on Maximilian's kingdom for a long time and it happens I have FBI blood in my veins 😭 so It's all gather on my brain and hard drive lol SO! I'm just answering this ask with a lot of thought and care so you can know more about Max and how he is even more awesome than you think!!! (And just in text form, cause Max doesn't need to be tagged on more personal stuff on IG (there’s too much illegal fishing at my tumblr pond already! 👏). It’s probably weird to know certain things, yes, but at least I'm respectful, I'll never bother him with this kind of stuff). Well, enjoy the bible below to end up knowing very little about him, still haha.. Just some more small facts.

- Max was at a barbecue just yesterday. It was someones birthday from the set of his new movie. He drank his beer, like usual, idk about the meat.. there was wurst and chicken.. I'm not sure if he's trying to be a vegetarian or not (after that thoughtful video he posted) 🤔.. maybe he didn't eat it, I don't know!!

- a little while before the start of this shooting, he was at the Baltic Sea filming for the series he's gonna be in (just one episode again! Don't get your hopes too high lol he's gonna be a security guard who disappears mysteriously, so....)

- He helped his friend renovate his house a few weeks ago!! How could I forget that on the first post.. Then, he had to go to Hesse for the movie shooting, and his friend had to call another friend to come help him lmao damn

I think I could describe some videos I have then... at least there's some cool and funny stuff. (Friends himself tagged in the past and cast friends)

- Max's dad went to the same uni as him. Also, he voiced a police officer on the phone in a short film Max wrote and directed all by himself (he didn't act on it, but he was also another police officer over the phone haha). Another thing, his dad made the official music for one of his plays.

- The falafel day.. his friend was taking a piss filming Max at the shop from afar and zooming in, saying "omg, guys! I found Noah from Dark! He's right there buying falafel" lmao, then, Max is just standing there looking all wonderful with his perfect hair and such, moving his hands, scratching his chin, ordering his food, and his friend talks some more, doing like a rough Max voice "yeah yeah, I'll have that one. Good, yeah". 😂

- the day he went to take a walk in nature. His friend asks him for a cigarette, he is denied, he goes to take it anyway, Max slams his cup of tea on the table and tries to take his cigarette back and it's all black and they're just laughing lmao (I love his laugh btw, so giggly!)

There was storys posted by Max himself.. so, maybe you saw it, but it's from before dark s3 came out.

- The pigeon storys. He filmed two pigeons chasing each other at the station, one always running from the other and he captioned "me trying to flirt" haha

- He screen recorded an ad for an app that deletes people from pictures and made some joke too, I can't remember exactly what he wrote, smt like "when you break up, but still wants to keep the picture" lol also, he unfollowed like 5 people that week after posting that... hm 👀

- he posted a video of him walking in the dark with really cold wind.. you can only see his hair flying around. Also, with a mask on, another chasing a cat in a big field, and that one drinking his coffee and eating his yogurt (you most likely saw it already)

- Ohh.. His friend was playing Max's drums the other day!!! Made a lot of jokes, it was obvious he was messing around in Max's room (maybe they live together, maybe he just waters the plants lol idk). Some of the jokes were "I've been playing this drums since 1921" and "the drums and me are a perfect pair, don't ever believe otherwise". I wonder what Max said to him.. he can't do anything about it, he's not in Berlin hahah. He has a little giraffe in his room, and other home decors (you can see it on his drumming video on his own IG)

- he likes to read on longer train rides.

- there's a video of him screaming inside a wardrobe after being jumped by a friend and one of him putting lipstick on with the song "I'm a sexy motherfucker" playing in the background hehe we was tagged, it was easy to find when there wasn't much tagged post.

- There's moments of ppl filming something/themselves and he just comes and photobombs it lol he is just like thiss 👏 showing his tongue and doing a funny face and such. One of those I saw it on the IG of a Das Boot cast member I actually already followed before.

- this group was such a blast. There's a few pictures, one of them he's in a dress, he has white stockings on til his thighs, heels and all haha lovely

- His improv-group.. he was almost in tears singing "I believe I can fly" with the group on their last day.. But he was happy! A mix of emotions. He loves everyone, he expresses his love a lot to people in general, he says it and adds heart emojis to make sure haha you can see his comments going on IG of his cast friends, especially from Das Boot (I followed a lot of the guys). So, about always commenting something funny on people's posts.. I didn't saved those, so I forgot most of it, but one I remember was that someone posted a video of a hailstorm and he was like "what are u doing, free ice!! Go grab them" hahaha

- Max has that Noah picture where he's peaking by a wall (you know that one Baran posted) printed and framed! 👏

- Things he’s pretty much always with: his backpack and his big headphones (it's always on his neck. At almost every picture, from every year, with different people etc. I was confused when he had normal headphones at his farm storys. Maybe he forgot them in Berlin 😭. Besides those, his rings, necklaces and bracelets (always, for years and years! Same ones, even). He uses frequently on premieres, as I saw it. Sometimes they also show up on his characters in his one-episode works!! Hahah is so nice when that happens. You can notice this on my screencaps.

- that pic of him that is everywhere now (with glasses, holding a bottle of champagne), I posted that months ago.. There's 2 more pics and 1 video. One pic, he is pretending the automatic lighter that's on the table is a Harry Potter wand (but I think I cropped the table, right.. I can't remember). This was actually posted by Max himself and he tagged his friend who took it. I went to see if they posted smt and there was a picture where he is literally biting the cork of that bottle off with his teeth Lmaoo, and one video.. he is talking on the phone trying to block the view with his feet.. this man!!

- he really doesn't care about buying too much unnecessary clothes and shoes and stuff. He is mindful of his things and the environment!!

- there's a video of him on the set of Der Zauberlehrling, I need to recall where I got that from (maybe I could share this one. I'm not sure), he is messing with the broom and someone asks him "hey Max, what's that animal?" and points to the fluffy microphone. He says "it's a fucked up coala bear" (in english) 😂

Again.. I can't say names or anything, cause ppl are not mindful! Like.. I know I'm probably weird, but only for myself and my FBI office LOL I don't go over there and follow/reply to all these people’s posts and storys or take their videos and tag Max on them, this is just not.... nah. I'll always be respectful (yeah, some older stuff has gifs, cause he had like 10k followers, and 5 fans on tumblr lol But i never sent/tag him in anything personal directly.. that’s why i only posted on tumblr for the past year, in fact! I never thought things would be the way they are now a year later.. so, newer stuff it's not posted/gif nor ever will). I don't want him to be weirded out and like, disappear from IG!! I think about these things.. when people are being weird and stuff towards him. I don’t know how ppl don’t think about this when tagging him recklessly in random pictures and videos!!!

I wish he had more interviews, so we could know more proper stuff about him. (The few interviews he has are translated on my IG highlight. There's still an 8min interview missing there, cause I'm contemplating about being more of a bother to german speaking people, since I only have basic german..

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tiernamente · 4 years

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Hello! 💫✨💛 This is the love bot! I am here to ask you to describe your mutuals as your favorite things/feelings! Spread some love during these tough times 💛✨💫 Then send this to 10 people and keep the love going 💛

This is gonna be a long list cause I have a lot of love to share!🥺💖💖💖

@chaylani nerdy memorabilia, cuddles with my pets (Benji and Mochi) & good morning messages

Elle, my love, my adorable dork, my one and only. Am I writing a love poem? (maybe) I remember when you first messaged me and we realized that we’re both really nerdy. We’ve bonded over our shared interests which resulted in our strong bond. I trusted you instantaneously and you make me all soft which is why I can’t see my life without you now.

@khaleesionjupiter my obsession of plushies, blankets & mugs

My baby! Whenever I receive a message from you, I get this instant feeling of wanting to hug you and protect you. Nothing can stop us from fulfilling our evil mad scientists plans. You crack me up and make me smile so fast that it’s crazy. Thank you for being you.

@do-you-know-bts deep talks with friends & warm cups of coffee

Helena, we both now that our sleep schedules suck but at 4am the thoughts just come rolling out. I’m glad to have someone who understands the bad moments just as much as the good. You give me comfort even if you give me a heart attack from all the 2seok content. (Keep it coming please!)

@shadowdevilsslayer nature/landscape photography & fresh baked goods

I know you hate the name but I love seeing Abi’s adventures (even if it’s the same path). I enjoy seeing nature’s beauty in any shape or form and you live in a place that’s surrounded by green!!!!!! You may be more reserved but your caring nature shines through. Thank you for being that mom friend we need.

@zamisriza-the-resurrection board game nights with friends

Zami!!!!! You’re so adorable and funny. Your love for Jungkook makes me all types of soft. You’re just like during a game night, were things start off calm but get chaotic as time progresses. I love that about you!

@glossyvante oranges, mangoes, watermelons & strawberries!

Lovely Mica! You’re such a sweet soul just like my favorite fruits haha. Thank you for letting me get some sneak peaks of your story. (I hope I get to see more of your works soon!) Also thanks for dealing with my crackhead snaps because I’m such a dummy.

@alittlesugaorspice tea & biscuits (this opportunity was too good, sorry!)

The absolute best person to roast Helena with me! Thank you Li for putting us all together. You make me laugh so hard when we’re on a call and you have such funny stories to share. You’re gonna be an amazing veterinarian!

@d-rex03 blasting music in my room & having my own jam session

Querida, you already know I love you so so so much! You’re the cutest little bean and I enjoy sending you random Yoongi related posts. You two are so similar that it makes sense why you love him. (But I still love you more!) Te quiero muchisimo chapina!

@dreamyeyes26 watching my favorite youtubers/random videos online

Naz! I love speaking with you when I get the chance to because you’re so calming and comforting (just like the videos I watch haha). You make me happy just by being there. I hope you continue to take care of yourself and I love you!

@ahh–lexia daydreaming with headphones in during a road trip

The homieeee Lex! I love how we’re both so damn loud. That crackhead energy really makes itself known. You’re easy to talk to and laugh with. I love seeing your creative side because it’s really cool!

@hobissunshiness the feeling of starting a new book/show/series

You’re like a breath of fresh air Sofie. I love reading the stories you come up with or hearing about your ideas. Your mind is so powerful and I want to encourage all of your ideas (even if some of them are cursed).

@napofamikrokosmos learning random facts about things

I found it super funny when I realized how we just have random knowledge about things. Google who? I only know Sam. You get super passionate about stuff and I absolutely love that about you. Keep doing what you’re doing sweetie!

@billie-harper discovering new music & getting obsessed with the artist

I love seeing your posts because I’ll notice we’ll share a lot of similar interests. It’s really exciting to see how much we have in common. You’re really kind and I would love to talk to you more. (Suho’s album is TOO GOOD FOR WORDS!)

@jayhoee creating handmade gifts for my friend’s birthdays

The meme queen Kaite! I love how we got into bts at the same time and that we both haven't been to a concert (freaking corona ruining our time to shine). Keep those memes coming Kaite. They're essential in this time of need.

@liamgayllagher the smell of my mom’s cooking/any home cooked meal

My twin! You're such an extreme version of me and that's saying something. I love how enthusiastic and loud you can get over things you love. Please continue that and I enjoy all the lovely messages you send me.

@the-assembly-call receiving memes from friends on social media

Overalls!!!!! You're so smol and cute and you make me laugh alot with your memes. You're a wonderful human being and I'm glad to have met you.

@dearmyxing soundtracks, soundtracks, soundtracks! (games/movies/etc.)

The Queen when it comes to being a fangirl. I bow to you and respect you. You’re so damn cool to talk to Mary Jane. Thank you for being so awesome. Also, I promise I’ll get around to watching the prodigal son. If not, just yell at me until I do.

@jxnaexo warm hugs, smiles & laughs

Nana! Like I've said before, you're so wholesome and caring and considerate about everyone. You care so much about us and I couldn't be more grateful to have you as a friend. I will fight anyone for you!

@soondaengie finding bright clothing with cool patterns

Omg kiddo you make me laugh so much because of the theories you have or the stories you share. You're bright and passionate and so cute!

@uibout tiramisu & coffee ice cream

This is a cop out because I actually do love tiramisu! You made me wheeze when you sent me those drunk posts. I'll always be your dweeb. (I love you Logan. Also, you jerk you didn't tell me you switched your url, I had to search for you!)

@gukssunshine that feeling of solving homework problems correctly

I love that we can complain about school to each other. You’re so honest and sweet with me and I love you so much Tanya. I love your energy when you talk about random things.

@zombiewerewolfqueen earrings, eyeshadow palettes, nail polish art

I have basic lobe earrings but yours looked so cool when you showed it to me. I don’t do makeup myself but I enjoy seeing the colors and designs people will do. Similar to that, I love seeing how creative you are with your writing even if I don’t understand the context.

@kiwipitupandstir winning on mario kart

You're such a cool person and I absolutely love seeing your posts on my feed. I wish you the best bud. Stay true and stay cool.

@notreyoon flowers, gardens, all aesthetically pleasing things

Ah yes the superior Leslie, you’re just as precious as yoongles. Whenever I see your blog I'm like, how is a human this stunning?!?!?! Like girl, show me your secrets! Sending you my love!

@clickclacktothemangmang museums/observatories/spontaneous adventures

I miss you my fellow funky little Hobi lover. It was so nice to talk to you about the random things bts would be releasing last year or the shows they were doing. You're so adorable and I hope you continue to shine bright!

@majestikblue listening to stories about people/life (post secret/humans of new york/etc.)

Ah yes my taegi buddy. Thank you for showing me post secret because I haven't been the same since. I love stories and you encouraged that. Continue to yell about taegi to me and I will continue to yell about 2seok to you.

@galaxiejoon going to bed after a long day

My fellow nam2seok enthusiast. Unfortunately, we don’t talk much but whenever I see your tags on posts, I crack up so hard. You’re so relatable so just keep doing what you’re doing bud.

I love you all! And to all of my other mutuals I haven’t had the chance to talk to, please know that I love you too! I promise I’m nice????

🥺🥺💕💕😘😘 sending y'all my love

#Anonymous #phew this took a long time #sorry for spelling errors #I did not proofread #but yeah these peeps are great just fyi #love them lots!#mutual cutie pies #asks

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rubyleaf · 4 years

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JELLIE: A BAND STORY – Spinoff: Jen’s backstory

As told from the perspective of her little sister Katie. Warning: quite long (over 2000 words), increasingly angsty, with a lot of school stress and sucky parenting (nothing outright abusive, but a severe lack of understanding of Jen’s ADHD). There won’t be a full-on flashback like this in the actual novel, so consider this a bonus scene!

Tag list: @writer-in-monochrome, @alicewestwater, @mouwwie, @writingbyjillian (notify me to be added or removed!)

Read under the cut!

“Psst! Katie! Katie, wake up!”

Groaning, Katie rolls over, squinting at the sun as her sister draws back the curtain. It’s Sunday, and it’s way too early for anyone to be awake already, anyone except Jen. On weekends Jen is always up way before Katie, no matter how much trouble she has getting up on school mornings.

“What?” Katie mumbles, rubbing her eyes. “I’m still sleepy…”

Instead of a reply, her sister only shoves a handwritten note in her face. “Look!” she whispers, clearly struggling to keep her voice down. “Dad wrote some lyrics! Now we can surprise Mom together!”

Katie sits up, taking the note from Jen’s hands, ignoring the twinkling eyes and messy head of dark hair poking out from behind the paper. She’s not fast at reading yet—Jen is way faster, and so is David, their brother—but she can read the lyrics just fine, fitting them to the tune Jen made up last week.

It fits, she thinks. Katie smiles. Their mother will definitely love the birthday surprise when she wakes up.

Pushing past the paper, Jen flashes her a wide-eyed, gap-toothed grin. Katie is a bit jealous of that tooth gap. The grownups explained to her that losing teeth means you’re growing up, and Jen is ten now—ten whole years, one of the big kids, and Katie’s only four. “You like it?”

Katie smiles up at her. “Mhm!”

“Can you sing it?”

Katie gives a nod, then tries. She sings it slowly, line by line; she can’t sing the lyrics from her head yet, and reading is hard. But Jen smiles from ear to ear. “Awesome!” she says when Katie finishes. “Mom’s gonna love it, your voice is so good!”

“Your voice is better,” Katie replies at once.

Jen only laughs and ruffles her hair. “That’s ‘cause I’m older than you,” she says. “You’ll get there too, don’t worry!”

But Katie shakes her head. She can’t be as good as her sister. There’s nothing she can do that Jen can’t do better: reading, running, cooking, dancing, but most of all singing and playing instruments. Jen is the coolest person Katie knows, and no one can ever be better than her.

Jen pouts down at her, clearly not appreciating the response. She is sitting on the side of Katie’s bed, her bare feet dangling over the edge, with no slippers anywhere in sight; Jen hates slippers, so Katie doesn’t want to wear them either. “Whatever,” she says. “Let’s practice the song, right?”

Katie smiles and nods, and they spend the rest of the morning singing it together, just quietly enough to not wake up their mom and spoil the surprise. Katie memorizes the lyrics faster than Jen does; but it’s okay, because Jen can read them and she can’t. And by the time their dad comes knocking on the door of their room, carrying a tray with breakfast and presents, they’ve made it into the best song ever.

Their mom is delighted when she listens to them sing. She actually cries tears of joy, and when they’re done she yanks them both into a big bear hug.

“I have the most talented daughters in the world,” she says. “You two could go on TV with this!”

Katie is only four that day, but she’ll remember this morning for many years to come.

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“Jen, look what I can play!”

Looking up from her homework, Jen pushes her chair away from her desk. It’s been nearly two years since that happy morning; Jen is almost twelve now, and Katie is five and three quarters. She’ll be going to school in fall, and then she will have homework too, and her own desk, just like her big sister.

Right now, Katie only has the toy keyboard in her hands, setting it down on the floor before her and playing the piece she’s been practicing all afternoon. It’s one she’s been trying to learn for weeks, the opening tune to her favorite show; and yeah, it doesn’t sound like a real piano, but it still sounds good. When she’s done, Katie beams up at her sister in pride. “I can do it now!”

“Woah, congrats!” Jumping off her desk chair, Jen scoops Katie up into a crushing hug. “You did it, I’m so proud of you!”

Katie grins. Then her smile fades, and she pulls away to hold the keyboard in her sister’s direction. “Are you gonna play something too?”

Jen’s face falls. Her eyes stray back to the books and papers on her desk. “I have homework,” she says sadly.

“You always have homework,” Katie replies. “You never play with me anymore.”

“Sorry,” Jen says, and she truly does look sorry—very, very sorry. “School sucks. My teachers say it’s not that much, but they don’t get it. It’s so much.” She gestures in frustration to the messy stack of paper. “I can’t ever get it done before dinner anymore.”

Katie’s shoulders droop towards the ground. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m too stupid.” Jen sighs. “It’s not even that hard. Just super boring.”

“And you have to do it?”

“Yeah! Or I’m gonna get in trouble with my teachers.” Jen makes a face.

“Ew.”

“I know, right.” Jen makes a half-hearted turn back to the desk, then changes her mind and picks up the keyboard. “This is way more interesting!”

For the next hour or so, Jen and Katie make music together. And it’s almost like it should be until the door flies open and their mom stands in the doorframe, outraged.

“Jennie! Have you finished your homework already?”

Jen flinches, jumping up. “I—”

“You know it always takes you all afternoon, so why are you taking breaks? I don’t want you pulling an all-nighter again, think of your health!” their mother says, grabbing Jen by the arm and dragging her back to the desk. “Don’t you realize how important your education is? You’re playing with your future!”

Jen sits back down at the desk, looking like a prisoner in her own room. Katie lingers behind, the toy keyboard still in her hands.

“Katie, leave your sister alone,” her mom says, motioning for her to follow. “She’s a student, she needs to work.”

Hanging her head, Katie follows her mother into the kitchen.

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The door flies open with a bang, and into the room comes their father, closely followed by their mother, both pale with shock and anger.

Jen jumps from her chair. She hasn’t been doing her homework again; she’s been playing a game on her phone while her schoolwork lies untouched. Her face turns pale as the door opens. Dropping her phone, she hastily scrambles to pretend she’s been working.

“Katie, get out,” their mom says. “We need to talk to your sister alone.”

Picking up the book she’s been reading, Katie pads obediently out of the room. But behind the door she lingers. She knows it’s bad to eavesdrop, but she wants to know what’s going on.

As soon as she leaves the room, their dad drops the bomb. “Jen, your teacher just called me,” he says. “Could you please explain to me why you have six overdue assignments that you still haven’t handed in?”

The door has remained a crack open. Katie peers through. Jen is sitting curled up in her desk chair, avoiding her parents’ gazes. Her hair—freshly dyed pink—is falling into her face.

“I don’t know,” she mutters.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” their dad bursts out. “You’re so smart! I’ve looked at the assignments and you can do them without problems, so why don’t you just sit down and work?”

Jen curls up even further. “I don’t know.”

“And your test scores!” their mom adds. “First those bad grades, and now this! You can do it just fine if you bother, so why do you keep sitting here playing video games? Don’t you realize that—”

“I don’t know!”

Jen’s voice cracks. She is fully curled in on herself now, closely hugging her knees. “I don’t know, okay? I want to do it! I really do!” She takes a hissing, shaky breath. “But I sit down and I can’t do it! I don’t know why!”

“Excuses, excuses,” her mother says. “You’re just lazy. Your video games are more important to you than your future! If you really wanted to do it, you could!”

“I just told you I can’t—”

Her father sighs. “Why can’t you be more like your sister?” he says. “Look at Katie. She comes home, sits down, gets it done, and then she can do what she wants. Why don’t you do the same?”

Katie grits her teeth. She wants to barge through the door, yell at her parents that they’re wrong, they shouldn’t tell Jen to be more like her. It’s Katie who should be like Jen someday, cool and smart and incredibly talented. To be treated as the better sister…it feels wrong, so painfully wrong.

But she can’t say anything, or she would blow their cover. So she keeps quiet. Watching.

“I don’t know,” Jen says again. “I don’t get it. Stop asking. I don’t get it either!”

Her father sighs again. “Look, we’re just worried about you,” he says. “What will you do after school if your grades stay this bad? You don’t want to end up flipping burgers somewhere, do you?”

Jen’s head shoots up, her eyes flashing in defiance. “Why not? At least I’m good at cooking!”

“Jen!” both parents shout at once.

“What? I’m too dumb for college anyway!” Jen snaps, her voice growing steadily louder. “I’m already too dumb for high school! I don’t want to go to college! Who cares about my bad grades?”

“We care,” her mom says quietly but sternly. “We’re worried about your future—”

“Yeah, right! You’re just worried about your image!”

Both parents let out a gasp. Even Katie flinches. She’s wrong, she wants to tell Jen. Their parents would never think like that…right?

“Don’t act so innocent,” Jen bursts out. “I’m not an idiot! You think I make you look bad because I have bad grades and I never shut up! I bet you wish I was just like Katie, huh? ‘Cause she’s a daughter you can actually show people!”

There are tears in her eyes. Her face is flushed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I’m sorry I’m not quiet! I’m sorry I’m not girly!” she shouts. “I’m sorry I’m a bad student, okay? I’m trying! I’m trying so hard and I…I still…I still can’t do it…”

Her cracking voice finally breaks. Tears spill over her cheeks and fall from her face. Katie battles the urge to blow her cover and storm into the room to hug her. She doesn’t really get what’s going on, but she hates to see her sister sad.

“I can’t do it,” Jen says. “The only thing I can do is music…Can’t I just make music?”

“And up on the streets with no way to pay the bills?” her dad answers. “Jen, I love music too. But there’s a reason why I didn’t make it my career.”

“I could make it,” Jen mumbles.

Her mom snorts. “With your work ethic?”

Jen flinches.

“I can do it if it’s music,” she says weakly.

“See? Then you can do it after all, you just have to care.” Her mom crosses her arms. “And do something about that hair of yours, are you trying to look like a gangster?”

Their parents turn to leave the room, so Katie hurries away to pretend she’s been sitting in the kitchen the whole time. When she later returns, Jen offers her a smile, but she can’t conceal the fact that she’s been crying.

---

Katie is eleven when she finds Jen hiding in the garden shed after school, crying harder than she’s ever seen her cry before. She doesn’t just look stressed now—she looks terrified, and in Katie’s eyes it seems like she’s almost afraid for her life.

“Hey,” Katie says, sitting down next to her, “what’s wrong?”

Jen gives a start at the sound of her voice, then relaxes. “Oh, it’s just you,” she says. “I thought it was Mom or Dad.”

“Did something happen?”

Wiping her eyes, Jen nods. For a long moment she doesn’t say anything; she’s simply shaking.

“I might not be able to graduate,” she forces out at last.

Katie’s eyes widen. “What?”

Jen buries her face in her hands. “I’ve been skipping too many classes,” she rasps out. “And I haven’t handed in enough assignments, and unless I do everything at once now I’m gonna fail out…There’s no way I can do that!”

Sitting by, Katie wants to understand and can’t, not really. Her grades are good. She doesn’t have any problems getting schoolwork done, not the way Jen does. Not even Jen can explain why it gives her so much trouble. If she could, maybe she’d have found a solution already.

Still, she doesn’t like this—seeing her sister, her hero, curled up here in the shed, terrified of her parents and her future and hiding from everything. Jen shouldn’t be scared and crying. Jen should go out and be happy and enchant everyone with her talent, just like she’s always wanted to do.

“Is there…” Katie’s voice comes out weak, awkward, helpless. “Is there anything I can do…to help you?”

Looking up, Jen wipes her eyes, her face flushed and swollen and her bottom lip trembling. Even so, she tries to smile as she reaches over to ruffle Katie’s hair. “This is high school work, dummy,” she says with a tiny laugh. “I know you’re smart, but you’re eleven.”

Katie looks down, feeling more powerless than ever.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jen continues. “Felix already promised to help me, and he’s smart, so it’s okay. Just don’t tell Mom and Dad what’s going on…they’re gonna kill me.”

Katie wants to protest that they won’t, that nothing bad will happen—but does she really believe that?

“Okay,” she mumbles.

Despite her tears, Jen musters an encouraging grin as she pulls her into a hug. “Thanks, Katie,” she says. “I feel better already!”

It’s an obvious lie, but what is Katie supposed to say?

---

“What do you mean, you’re not going to college?”

Katie slips in through the front door unnoticed. She has spent the afternoon at her friend’s place to work on a presentation, and now she idly wonders if she should just go straight back there. But in the end her worry and curiosity win over the fear of getting caught in the crossfire of a conflict, so she puts down her bag and sneaks quietly into the kitchen.

Jen is cornered by both their parents against the counter. She looks upset and angry and betrayed, but for once there are no tears in her eyes as she glares up at their parents. None of them register Katie’s presence at all. Part of her wonders if she shouldn’t turn back, if it wouldn’t be better to do the same thing as David and stay out of this for good.

“I know what I said,” Jen insists. “I’m just glad I made it through high school, okay? You guys are not sending me through four more years of that!” She flings out a furious arm over her shoulder. “I’m too dumb for college and we all know it!”

Sighing, their father lifts his hand in a weak attempt at a pacifying gesture. “See, we’ve talked about this—”

“We’ve talked about this and I’m not changing my mind!” Jen bursts out. “I’d rather die than go through all of that again!”

“Then what are you going to do?” their mother shouts back. “Flip burgers somewhere for the rest of your life? Live on the streets? Have you ever thought about that at all, young lady?”

Jen flinches, backing away. “I—”

“And don’t get me started on music!” their mother continues. “That has never been a career option and you know it!”

“Why not? I’m good at it!”

“And the world doesn’t care about that, Jennie Lin!” their father replies. “Talent doesn’t matter in showbiz! What are you planning to do if your music never pays the bills? Because we sure won’t be supporting you anymore!”

Jen’s eyes widen in disbelief. Betrayal dawns on her paling face. Then, suddenly, understanding.

“Fine,” she says. “Whatever. I’m not asking you to, anyway!”

“Is that a way to talk to your parents?”

“Is that a way to treat your daughter? You guys should be proud I can graduate at all!”

“Wow,” their mother snaps. “Congratulations on achieving the bare minimum!”

Jen is silent.

“You know what,” their mom says after a pause, quietly and heavily, “if you’re that hell-bent on taking care of yourself, get out of the house.”

For barely a split second Jen looks like someone has driven a dagger through her heart. Then her face grows completely blank. Without a word she pushes herself off the counter, past her parents, making quietly for the door.

“Jen!” their father exclaims, suddenly alarmed. “Where are you going?”

“To pack my stuff,” Jen snaps over her shoulder. “I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?” their mom replies, even as a cold hand closes around Katie’s heart. “Don’t be silly, I didn’t mean it like that! I only meant—”

“I don’t care,” Jen replies. “You told me to leave. So I’m leaving.”

“You have nowhere to go!”

“I can stay at Felix’ place.”

“At a boy’s house? Do you even realize how that looks like?”

“Why do you care?”

There’s a rustle and shuffle, and moments later Jen re-emerges from her room with her largest bag, sloppily stuffed with all her belongings. She still isn’t crying; if anything she looks calmer than ever, almost…relieved.

She means it, Katie realizes. She really means to leave. Right here, right now.

No. No! She can’t leave!

“Jen, Jen!” Katie gasps, stumbling to her sister’s side to cling to her arm. “You’re coming back, right? Please say you’re coming back!”

Jen gives her a sad smile. She’s slightly shorter than Katie now, she suddenly realizes, the once strong big sister now small and frail under her grip. “Sorry,” she says. “But I don’t think I am.”

“But you can’t leave me!”

Just for a moment, something akin to hesitation crosses Jen’s face. Then she reaches up to ruffle Katie’s hair, like she has so many times growing up. “Hang in there, baby sis,” she says quietly. “If they ever get too much, you know where to find me.”

And then she’s gone. Just like that, from one day to the next, her bed is empty, and so is her chair at the kitchen table, right under the window. She doesn’t respond to any texts or calls from their parents. Weeks pass, then months. Jen doesn’t come home for Thanksgiving or Christmas or New Year’s. She doesn’t even contact them.

Katie’s thirteenth birthday comes and goes. Nothing from Jen. Not even the next day, or the day after, accompanied by a lot of embarrassed spluttering about how she completely forgot.

Katie is a teenager now, and more than ever she needs the guidance of a cool big sister. But Jen isn’t there. It’s like, to her, they all don’t exist anymore.

So Katie pulls herself together. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t complain. She’s the perfect daughter, the perfect student. If Jen doesn’t need her, she won’t need Jen either. She can make it through on her own.

Years later, Katie sees Jen again, smiling from the cover of a music magazine. She’s accompanied by Felix, as well as two other guys Katie has never seen before. And standing at her side, looking just as happy as she does, is a dark-haired girl who looks like she has more in common with Katie than Jen.

Her sister is smiling in that picture, beaming. Smiling in a way she didn’t do back at home in a long, long time.

Fine. Whatever.

Katie doesn’t care anymore. Katie doesn’t need her. She’s different. She will never be like Jen and never fit into her world. And she definitely won’t try to. She has seen how that goes.

So she will never, ever get back into music or singing again.

No matter how much her heart aches for it.

#the lin sisters' messy relationship is one of my favorite things about jen's arc #writeblr #writing #character backstory #character background #romance wip #jellie: a band story #c: jennie lin #c: katie lin #me and my writings #canons

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Love and Leather /part thirty four/

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: first off, s/o to @itsclaranotcarla for making the moodboard for me. She made others that i will probably use eventually! Secondly! Super duper long! that’s kinda why it took so long, but there’s a little bit of smut, angst, and fluff hidden in this one! Enjoy!

Warnings:drugs, language, smut, vanity being a hoe, overbearing conservative parents

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July 13th, 1986

“Shhh, you’re gonna wake her up.” My eyes fluttered open, facing the small window of the tour bus, “Good fucking job, Vinny.” I heard Tommy whisper, well try to whisper at least.

“What?” I grumbled, not bothering to turn around, “You gotta get up.” Vince said, starting to pull the blanket off of me, “Let me sleep.” I said, pulling them back up over my shoulders.

“Were in Dallas, sweets.” Tommy said, “Awesome, I’m going back to bed.” I groaned, covering my face with the blanket.

“Ya know, for having a birthday today, you sure are crabby. Maybe Nikki needs to give you some birthday spankings.” Vince said, making him and Tommy giggle like little children.

I took one of the pillows I was using and threw it at him, “Your mom called a little while ago.” My eyes snapped open, making me sit up in bed.

“And what did you say?” I asked Vince, making him smirk at me, “Oh ya know, just that you took part in an orgy, had to take a trip to the hospital because of alcohol poisoning, and that you spent five grand on strippers last night.” I knew he was joking by the way he couldn’t keep a straight face.

“I talked to her sweetheart, don’t worry. I wouldn’t let these bafoons talk to her.” Mick reassured me, I leaned over my bed and saw him laying down.

“What did she say?” I asked him, “Well, she’s throwing you a party tomorrow.” I groaned, laying back onto the bed, “I told her I didn’t want a party!” I complained, the tone of my voice becoming whiny.

“She also said we can crash at your house while we’re here.” My lips parted, as I was in complete shock, “What do you mean we?” I asked, finally taking off the blankets, getting off the bed and sitting on Mick’s.

“Us, all of us. Me, you, Tommy, Vince and Nikki. Doc said if it was okay with her, it was okay with him.” I got off the bed, starting to pace around the bus while wanting to rip my hair out.

“No, no, no you guys can’t come to my house. My childhood home. No. I’ll stay at home, and you guys can stay at the hotel. No, absolutely not.” I panicked, thinking of how much mayhem would be caused.

“And what the fuck are those!” I shouted, pointing at the bouquet of balloons and flowers I had finally seen on the table. “Those would be gifts.” Tommy replied, “Don’t start with me.” I warned him, “They’re from Nikki?” I asked, “No, all of us.” Vince clarified.

I huffed, trying to take in a breath of fresh air, “Well thank you guys.” I replied, touching the petals of the flowers.

“We promise to be on our best behavior.” Tommy said, giving me puppy dog eyes. I shook my head, “Does Nikki know?” I asked, running my hand through my hair, they all stared at each other, “Hasn’t been out of his room yet.” Vince shrugged, “I don’t go in there.” Tommy blurted out, I rolled my eyes, walking over to his door.

I walked in, seeing the blinds were drawn and very little sunlight was peeking through. Nikki, however was still fully dressed from last night. Leather pants, boots and shirt as he laid on top of the covers. “Nikki, wake up.” I said, gently shaking his back. He didn’t move or make a noise.

“Alrighty, then.” I said to myself, walking over to the blinds and opening all of them up. “Wake up!” I shouted, “God, what!” He groaned, quickly closing his eyes, burying his face back into the bed.

“We’re in Dallas, Sixx.” I spoke softly, crawling into bed beside him, “Hm, is that so...thought we were in Denver still.” He broke out into a lazy smile as he finally turned to face me.

“Happy birthday.” He whispered, snuggling up against me, “What do you want to do today?” He asked as I fiddled with his hands, “My mom has invited all of you to stay at our house while we’re here.” I explained as he started laughing.

“Nikki, it’s serious.” I reminded him, “No, I know that. I just...why is she letting us? I thought she hated us?” Nikki asked, leaning his head against my shoulder, my fingers running through his untamed hair.

“Oh no, she does. Or at least I think she does? I’m not sure now. She’s throwing a party for me tomorrow too.” I sighed, feeling his lips drag across my skin.

“Guess we’re partying all weekend.” Nikki mumbled, groaning as he sat up just in time when Tommy barged in, “Dude, how fucking rich are you!” He shouted in complete shock.

“Welcome to hell.” I muttered, taking myself off of Nikki’s bed. I noticed the tour bus was on the side of the road of my house as the gates were already opening for us.

“I need everyone to be serious for a moment.” I told them, Nikki slowly coming out of his room.

“I Uh...I need you guys to be on your best behavior, please? The people we make fun of...that’s the lifestyle I’ve been apart of my whole life. And, that’s my family in there and I just need you guys to be good.” I spoke, mainly speaking to the three problematic ones of the band.

“No drugs in the house please.” I begged them all, “My mom would fucking freak, and you guys can’t say a word about what I’ve done.”

“So the tattoo on your ass is not a dinner conversation?” Tommy snickered as I rolled my eyes. “C’mon guys, let’s respect her wishes. We are guests at her house.” Mick chimed in, giving me a warm smile.

“And, everyone needs to be presentable because we are probably having dinner tonight, if I know my mom she’s already having Loretta prepare it.”

“Is that your maid?” Vince joked, rolling his eyes. “Yes you blonde bitch, she is. She’s practically been apart of our family since I was born.”

“Well, I promise to be good.” Tommy spoke up, “Yeah, me too I guess.” Vince shrugged as we all looked over at Nikki.

“What? I’ll be fine, it’s all good. Nothing to worry about.” Nikki retorted. Sure, they all said they’d be good but I’d be stupid to believe them.

I shook off my nerves as I walked off the bus, all four of them quickly followed me. Nikki took long strides so he was next to me, his hand wrapping around mine but I let go of his hand just as fast as he grabbed it.

“Ashamed you’re fucking me?” He questioned, his arm loosely hanging around my shoulder, I was about to answer him but my mom had walked out the door, “Oh Vanity!” She gleefully exclaimed, wrapping me up in a huge hug.

“Honey, you look horrible! Are you sick?!” She asked, grabbing my shoulders and examining me. “Why are you dressed like that?” She motioned to the barely there shorts I was wearing and a ripped up t-shirt that belonged to Nikki.

“Mom, I just woke up.” I said quietly, noticing her glancing at the guys behind me. “Darling, it is almost two o’clock in the afternoon.” I was about to open my mouth, “Well, don’t be rude. Introduce me to your...friends.” She hesitantly said. I cleared my throat, “Okay...”

“Mom, this is Vince Neil, he’s the singer, Tommy Lee, he’s the drummer, Mick Mars he’s the guitarist. Uh...you know Nikki already.” I said, trailing off, “Guys, this is my mom Clarissa.” I finished explaining, hoping they wouldn’t open their mouths and say something stupid.

“Nice to meet you.” Mick said, sticking out his hand for her to shake, she obliged and took it.

“You’re daughter is literally the coolest chick I’ve ever met in my life.” Tommy responded, overjoyed as usual, “Is Greyson home? We had a lot of of when we-“ Nikki quickly elbowed him in the stomach, “Uh, right..never mind.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Clarissa.” Vince said, reaching for my moms hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss upon it. Mom slyly wiped it across the yellow dress she was wearing.

“Are you still defiling my daughter?” She asked, giving all her attention to Nikki, “Mom!!” I yelled, gently grabbing her arm to make her look at me, giving her a pleading gaze.

“Good to see you too, Mrs. Blackwood.” Nikki kept his cool, giving her a kind smile. She had turned to look at me, as she was probably suspecting him to mouth off.

“Hm, it’s nice to see you too.” Mom admitted, “And it is a pleasure to meet you three, why doesn’t everyone get cleaned up. Van, honey bear-“

I let out a dissatisfied groan as the guys chuckled, “What? I can’t call you what I’ve always called you now that it’s your twenty sixth birthday today?” She said, pinching my cheeks as I glared at her.

“Mom, you’re embarrassing me.” I said taking her hands away from my face, “Honey bun, show our guests where they’ll be staying.” She ordered, smirking at me.

“Shoes off, you gotta leave them at the door.” I told the boys, kicking off my own as they all looked at each other, “The floor doesn’t polish itself.” Mom added, the guys finally taking off their leather boots.

“It’s not like she does it either.” Vince whispered, I quickly sent him a death glare, “Sorry.” He mouthed.

“Iced tea?” Loretta walked up to us with a tray of drinks, “Is there alcohol in it?” Tommy questioned, “Dude.” Vince chuckled, taking a glass and sipping it through the straw, “The Mrs keeps the alcohol locked up until dinner.”

All four of them looked at me, “I can’t stay here.” Tommy said, throwing his hands up in defeat, “Vanity! Are you home!!” I heard yelling when my sister Sage came walking down the stairs, “Good god, is this another charity you’re helping with?” She questioned as I let out a laugh, “Charity? What a brat. These leather pants cost five hundred dollars.” Vince pointed out.

Sage walked up to me, giving me a hug as she examined the boys, “So...which one is your boyfriend? Not the blonde one right? Cause you could totally do better.”

“I like her.” Mick said, sipping on a bottle of water that was more than likely vodka. “Is Greyson home?” She shook her head, “No, he’s at football camp but he should be back later this afternoon.”

“This one...” She said pointing to Nikki, as she began to walk around him, “What the fuck are you doing?” Nikki snapped, but quickly lowered his tone, “Sage, c’mon don’t be a little punk.” I groaned rolling my eyes, “He’s your boyfriend, right? This is the guy Greyson told me about.” I watched as she checked Nikki out.

“None of them are my boyfriend, can you just leave me alone?” I begged as she rolled her eyes at me. “None of them? God that’s boring. Greyson said you were fuck-“ “Sage! Shut up!” I yelled back at her, “Make me.” She spat out, sticking her tongue at me.

I glared at her, “I’m literally gonna punch you in the face if you don’t get away from me.” She chuckled, “Happy Birthday, Vanny.” She said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before going to the backyard.

“Welcome home.” Nikki says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “I’ll show you guys where you can sleep.”

As I showed the boys their individual guest rooms I turned to Nikki, “And you-“ I said holding out my hand as he took it, “You can sleep with me.” I bit my lip, smiling as he pulled me to him, “How on earth am I gonna keep you quiet when your mom is down the hall, hm?” He questioned, placing his hands on my hips as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, “I think you’ll come up with something.”

“Did you show Nikki his room?” I looked over his shoulder, seeing my mom holding extra towels, “I thought...uh, he could maybe sleep in my room?” I said, feeling as if I was asking for permission.

Mom studied us, as her eyes darted between him and I, “I want the door open at all times.” I groaned as Nikki laughed, “Mom! I’m not sixteen anymore.” I fought back, “It’s all good, Princess. I’ll respect your moms wishes.” I gave Nikki an outlandish look when he said that.

“Well...thank you. Here is some towels if you want to shower, you look worse than the others.” Mom replied, placing the towels in his hands, “Thank you Mrs. Blackwood.” I let out a scoff and tried to suppress an eye roll.

Nikki followed me into my room as I turned around and faced him, “What are you doing?” I asked, crossing my arms against my chest. “What do you mean?” He cocked his head to the side, taking off his leather jacket as he threw it on my bed.

“The niceness.” I simply stated, “And you’re calling her Mrs. Blackwood. Just call her Clarissa.” I told him, “I’m just trying to prove to her I’m not a piece of shit.” Nikki confessed as he looked at the pictures hanging on my wall.

“Why does what she thinks of you matter?” I asked him as I saw his shoulders shrug, “Whose that?” He asked pointing, “Nikki, I’m talking to you.” I said, walking over to him.

“Oh, that’s Regan.” I said, looking at the picture of me and her sitting on a dock back when we were teenagers. ��We were best friends. She Uh, died.” I cleared my throat as he turned his head to look at me, “Drunk driver.” I said, exhaling through my nose.

“And whose that?” He asked, pointing to another picture, “Nikki, why are you trying to impress my mom?” I questioned, placing my hand on his bicep, “Just want her to like me. Is that your dad?” He said, pointing to a picture of me and my dad as he was giving me a piggy back ride on the beach.

“Yes, and answer my question Nikki.” He looked over at me again, he seemed to be debating if he should tell me or not. “Graduation day?” He asked, pointing at another picture with me wearing a Cap and gown.

“Nikki.” He sighed, rolling his eyes “I want her to like me.” He admitted, “And you played sports?” He asked, motioning to the trophies on a shelf.

“Varsity Softball, wow. And cheerleading? Do you still have the uniform?” He smirked as I rolled my eyes, “My moms opinion of you shouldn’t matter.” I told him, but he argued by shaking his head, “Yes it does, it matters to me.”

“And prom queen. Why am I not surprised?” He said, holding the crown then putting it on his head, “Does it fit me?” He asked, posing as he put his hands on his hips.

I appreciated that he was trying to be funny but I wanted him to be serious for once. “Nik-“ “Doll, stop with all the questions alright? You’re mom is not dumb and she knows there’s something going on between us.” I rolled my eyes at his statement.

“It’s not like it’s serious.” I snapped at him, receiving a dirty look in return, “I fucking know that so stop bringing it up.” He jumped down my throat as I nodded.

“There’s a guest room across the hall you can sleep in.” I informed him as he smirked, shaking his head, “Alright, Vanity.” He stated, turning his back to me as he walked towards the door, he stopped himself, turning around to face me.

“Just because you’re home, doesn’t mean you need to act like you’re better than I am. We do the same drugs and drink the same drinks.” I rolled my eyes, “We do not do the same drugs, I would never stick a fucking needle in my arm like you do.” I snapped at him. I watched Nikki grab the door knob and close the door shut.

“Don’t fucking talk like you’re perfect, because you aren’t.” He snapped, walking towards me. “Nikki, stop. I’m not fighting with you right now.” I said putting both hands on his chest to keep him from coming any closer.

“Good, I don’t want to fight either.” He said before grabbing the sides of my face and forcing his lips on me. Backing us up to the bed, I quickly reached for his shirt as I started to pull it off of him. He tossed it to the floor as his hands slid down the shorts and pulled them off of me.

“Nikki...” I moaned when he crawled on top of me, nipping at the skin of my neck, “You need to learn to watch your fucking mouth sometimes.” He groaned, forcing my hips into his. I reached for the strings on his pants, untying them as he pushed them down his legs.

His fingers skillfully went in between my thighs, rubbing me through the thin lace material before pushing them to the side as a moan escaped his perfect lips. He kissed down my body, his teeth grazing the edge of my underwear before sliding them off.

“Get on your knees, now.” He ordered, as I quickly did what he said. I felt him line his hard member up to me, the tip just barely teasing my entrance, “Tell me what you want.” He demanded, the tone of his voice a lot darker as he brought his hand down to my ass for a stiff slap.

“You.” I mumbled, my eyes wincing as he brought his hand down once more, “Louder.” He said as he let himself rub against my clit, “I want you.” I moaned out for him, “You want me to fuck you?” He asked, causing a dissatisfied groan to come from me. I put my hand in between my legs to get some sort of relief, “Oh no, you were being a brat so now you gotta pay.” Nikki says, reaching for my arm and putting it behind my back.

“Nikki, c’mon.” I cried, pushing my ass back to his as I felt his hard shaft poking me, “I want you to fuck me, please.” I added the politeness so we can just hurry up and get to the point. I needed to feel him.

“That’s all you had to say, babe.” He said, as he grabbed my hips, slowly sliding himself in me. “Oh my- Nikki, go faster.” I whined as I felt him starting to stretch me out, his pace was unbearable and I knew this asshole was doing it on purpose.

“Oh fuuccck.” His moans were dragged out as he pushed his way through, giving me all of him at once. I bit on my lip as a way to keep my moans and whimpers quiet, but fuck man, he made it so damn hard. He knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me as he pushed me down to the bed, giving him a better angle.

I balled my fists into the sheets as he slapped my ass yet again, “oh my-“ I almost yelled out, but I quickly cupped my mouth.

“Vanity! Greyson’s home!!” I heard my little sister yell out, “Be right there!!” I yelled in a shaky voice, “Nikki.” I moaned in defeat when I felt him leave my body, seeing him pull up his pants. I reached for his hand to stop him, “We’ll continue later.” He said, before kissing my lips, “No, now.” I said into the kiss, while trying to pull him down on top of me. Nikki laughed as he broke the kiss and putting space between us.

“Vanity! Why’s your door locked!” Sage continued to yell as I heard her jiggling the door knob, “I’m telling mom!!” I quickly pulled up my pants and ran to the door, “oh no you’re not!” I yelled, slamming the door open.

“Oooh, and you have a boy in here! Mom!!!” She yelled, “Oh you little brat!” As I began to chase her down the hall way.

“Mom, Vanity and Nikki-“ I quickly grabbed her by her hair, as she wrapped her hand in mine, “oh for the love of all that is holy, knock it off!!” Mom yelled, throwing down a kitchen towel as she was helping Loretta prepare dinner.

“Why did you let her become such a brat!” I shouted, as I still had a fistful of her hair, “I am not a brat!” Sage defended herself, “You are both brats.” Vince pointed out, getting a high five from Greyson.

“Fuck you Vinny! You’re the biggest brat of them all!”I shouted, “Vanity! Watch your mouth! God, when did you become so uncivilized!” Mom shouted, hands on her hips as she glared at me.

“Probably the same time she started snorting cocaine.” Tommy blurted out, “oh fuck.” Tommy said, realizing what he just did. I let go of Sages hair as mom started walking towards me, her face as red as her lips.

“Mom, look I can explain.” I started defending myself, “I mean, maybe it’s time to tell mom you like to uh, party hard.” Greyson says innocently.

“Oh yeah mr. I’ve never drank alcohol in my life. Shut up Greyson, you partied with me and them.” I mentally cursed myself out, “You did what!!” Mom yelled, putting all her anger on Greyson finally.

“Vanity did smack!!” “Yeah, unwillingly!!” “What is smack!?” “Oh that’s heroin.” Tommy again butted in, “Tommy!!” I yelled his name as Nikki came walking down the stairs.

“Dinners ready.” Loretta informed us, “Should I get the wine?” She asked, trying to hide her laugh, “Please.” Mom tried to control her temper as we all went to the dining room table.

Mom sat at the head of the table, I sat at the other side facing her that way she couldn’t slap me if she wanted too. Everyone watched as mom poured her wine to the brim of the glass.

“Why would you even put heroin in your body?” I rolled my eyes, “Mom, this isn’t a dinner conversation.” I said, poking at the salad that was in front of me.

“No, please inform me of what my daughter has done.” She said glaring at all the boys as they were quiet for once in their lives.

“She’s just having fun.” Vince was the first to speak up, “Fun? That is not fun.” Mom chuckled, taking a sip of her wine.

“We take care of her, I mean Sixx takes care of her.” Mick added, “Yeah man, like a few nights ago she started throwing up. I think it was the Jäger and Nikki took her back to the hotel and made sure she was alright.” Tommy said, mouthful of food, “Manners, Thomas.” Mom said as I chuckled, “Who the hell is Thomas?” T-bone whispered, getting a shrug from the rest of us.

“So you force her to drink? And do your drugs? Why do I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Vanity?” I shrugged, gulping down my glass of wine as I reached for the bottle.

“We’ve never forced her to do anything.” Nikki spoke up with a snide tone. I put my hand on his knee, gently squeezing it. “Well there was that one time we poured Jack down her mouth and then you licked what was dripping down off her tits.” Vince pointed out, “And that one time where we dared her to snort coke off the strippers ass...but I wouldn’t count that as being forced, she’s always willing.”

“And honestly, sometimes she’s crazier then us. Like at the bar that one time, some guy grabbed her ass and she smashed a beer bottle over his head.” Mick pointed out as the guys agreed in laughter, “Vanity, what the hell?” Mom said bewildered, “I’m just having fun?” I said unsure of myself.

“Mom c’mon, you and dad used to party like crazy when you were my age. Hence the tramp stamp you have...” I trailed off, sipping some of my wine as I looked at her.

“Vanity...that’s private.” Mom said, trying to hide her embarrassment, “What does it say again oh yea-“ “Vanity, you better stop talking now.” “Se pencher en avant? Right mom?” I smirked, as she started laughing.

“Ew mom, that’s so gross.” Greyson said, remembering the years of French we took, “Wait, what does it mean?” Tommy asked, “Bend over.” I snickered, as Vince choked on his drink. “In French.” Greyson added as Vince tried to keep his laughter back.

“Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Nikki muttered as he reached for my hand under the table. “You should come to the show tonight Clarissa.” Tommy stated, “Oh, no, no.” Mom said, pouring her second glass of wine, “I don’t like your music.”

“Uh, you were just singing ‘Home Sweet Home’ before they got here.” Sage added, “I would love to go.” She said, smiling at Vince who smirked back at her. “C’mon Mom. Let’s go! It’s not like you’re doing anything else but watching re-runs of soap operas and doing paper work.” Greyson egged her on. If anyone could convince our mom to do anything, it would be him.

“Oh yeah, you should totally come! We’re having a huge show tonight! I’m finally gonna play the drums upside down.” Tommy joyfully said, “It’s gonna be rad, dude.”

“I don’t think so.” Mom said, sipping on her wine, “We also have a surprise tonight.” Nikki spoke up, “We do?” Vince asked, “What are we doing? Why weren’t we informed?” Mick then added on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you guys in a little bit.” Nikki teased, before finishing his glass of wine.

“Let’s say I were to consider going to your concert, where would I sit?” Mom questioned, “Uh...right up front where Vanity usually is.” Nikki answered her, “Okay. I’ll go.” I started choking on my wine, “Wh-What. No, you can’t go.” I told her.

“Oh? Upset you’ll have to behave in front of your mother?” Nikki teased, “Yes! That’s exactly it!” I retorted, making everyone laugh. I didn’t see the fucking joke about it?

*a few hours later at the concert*

I quickly snapped my head back up, rubbing my nose as I had been buried in lines of cocaine for the last fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to be sober while dealing with my mom, sister, and brother. Yeah I love them to death, but ya know when you can only be around your family for a certain amount of time before you start getting annoyed with them? Yeah, I’m at that point.

Tommy had sneaked some ecstasy pills to Greyson, so he was off with him doing god knows what. Sage was trying to help Vince pick out a better outfit cause she said he looked like Malibu Ken. And I think mom was trying to avoid it all by downing her self in a new drug that was out on the pharmaceutical market: I think it was called prozac?

I was sitting in Nikki’s dressing room watching him pace around and getting dressed. He was wearing tight leather pants he had just squeezed into and honestly I think they were mine. I told him to go with the new Motley Crue bad boys t-shirt and he’s topped it off with a half buttoned denim shirt that was rolled up his elbows.

He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling incoherently to himself, “Are you okay?” I asked him, seeming as if I startled him. “Hm. Yeah I’m fine.” I rolled my eyes, knowing that he was lying.

“Actually, I’m not.” He stopped abruptly as he stood across from me, “Well, what’s wrong?” I asked, cutting lines and handing the tray to him but he didn’t grab it.

“No, I don’t want that.” I was surprised that he declined, “Well...more for me then.” I giggled, quickly railing the lines back to back.

“I-I haven’t had a fix in a few days.” Nikki stuttered. I pondered on the thought, it made sense. He has been extremely irritable the last few days as well as throwing up. He was having withdrawals from heroin.

“You’ll be fine, just take a breath and relax.” I suggested as he rolled his eyes at me, “Easy for you to say.” He mumbled. “Keep it up with the coke and you’ll know how it feels.” He snapped, as it was my turn to give him an eye roll.

“Go find it, if you need it that bad.” I stated, rolling my eyes as I stood up from the couch. He cocked his head to the side, giving an expression of confusion, “Okay...” He muttered quietly.

“I’m gonna go find everyone and take them to our seats.” I told Nikki, as he started plucking the strings of his bass. I didn’t get a response from him, just a simple head nod.

“Alright...” I spoke softly, “See you out there?” I was waiting for him to say something, but he again didn’t respond. I exhaled through my nose before slamming his dressing room door shut.

*Nikki’s POV*

I wanted her to pretend to care at least. Maybe tell me it was a good thing I haven’t touched junk in about five days, not fucking tell me to go find it. I knew she wanted me to say something for her to stay with me just a little while longer, but fuck, she just doesn’t think and then says whatever comes to her fucking brain.

But fuck it, she clearly doesn’t care so I might as well go find it. I can spot out a junkie a million miles away. Takes one to know one, I guess. I looked at the clock on the wall, seeing it was getting close to show time. I left the bass I was using early and started walking to the stage, meeting up with the others.

“Aw, no good luck kiss from Vanity?” Vince joked, as him and Tommy laughed with each other. I rolled my eyes, ignoring them as I gave mick a nod of acknowledgment.

“Do we have everything for intermission?” I asked, looking at Doc as he leaned against the wall. He nodded as he pointed to a grocery bag on the table he was standing by.

“Ya know, if Vanity doesn’t suck your dick tonight then I will. Wish someone would do that for my birthday.” T-bone pointed out, “I mean…it’s a figure of speech, I wouldn’t actually suck your dick.” I laughed at the bigger hole he was digging himself.

“Whatever you say man.” I said, playfully smacking his arm, knocking the drumstick he was twirling out of his hand.

“Will do it for your birthday, drummer.” Mick spoke up as Tommy roughly smacked his back, a huge shit eating grin plastered across his face.

*an hour or two into the concert*

I wiped my face with a towel as we just finished up ‘Looks that Kill’. I sat down on an amp as Vince grabbed his microphone.

“Alright you sick motherfuckers. Everyone having a good time?” Of course the crowd screamed in response.

Tommy nudged my shoulder, handing over a bottle of Jack him and I usually split on stage, “We got a birthday girl in the crowd, I mean we probably got a few of them…but we got an extra special birthday girl.

I looked over and saw Greyson was trying to wrestle Vanity and had his arms wrapped around her to stop her from leaving. A stage light shined down on them.

“Her names Vanity and she’s right over here.” Vince spoke, walking over to where she was and pointing, “Come on up here, Princess. Hey, let her through.” Vince motioned to the security guard.

I could tell Vanity was putting up a fight, protesting as her brother and sister shoved her towards the security wall, “C’mon Van, don’t get shy on us now.” Vince laughed as Vanity started yelling at him.

Security helped her over the railing and then picked her up and put her on the stage. Tommy and I were trying to control are laughter as we saw how mad she was.

“Come here.” Vince said, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her to the middle of the stage. “Isn’t she smokin’ hot?” Vince said, showing her off to the crowd as some guys in front whistled at her.

“Go on, say hi to everyone.” Vince ordered, trying to hand her the mic but she declined. Instead, she waved to the crowd.

“Let me tell you something about Vanity Blackwood over here…she is one of the naughtiest girls I’ve ever met in my life. Just ask our boy Sixx over here.” Vanity hid her face in embarrassment as she tried leaving the stage, but Vince quickly kept a grip around her.

“We love you Vanity, and we wanted to share your birthday with the world…so can we get the stuff?” Vince asked, motioning for a roadie to come out. Someone came out with a cake and candles.

Tommy and I took the cake from him and brought it to her. Mick slowly came from the unlit area and joined us front and center.

I wrapped my arm around Vanity’s waist, “I am going to murder you.” She said into my ear as I smiled down at her.

“So if everyone can join us in singing happy birthday to our favorite girl….” Vince trailed off, leading the crowd in song.

Vanity hid her face against my shoulder, I could feel that she was laughing her ass off due to how uncomfortable and awkward she became. I smiled looking down at her, as she looked up at me. It sounds cliché, almost stupid but I felt like it was just her and I.

“Happy birthday to yoooouu.” We finished singing as Vanity blew out the candles. Tommy and I both kissed each side of her cheeks as we brought the cake up to her face, completely smashing it all over her.

“Nikki!!!” She screamed my name as we were all full of laughter. She picked up a chunk of cake and threw it in his face. I wiped it off, noticing Tommy was laughing. I picked a piece off the floor and shoved it into his face, and that was the rest of it. Cake was being thrown left and right, at one point Vince slipped on some icing and fell straight on his ass.

“Enough! I’m done!” Vince yelled, being the sore looser as usual. We all three then shoved cake in his face. Vince was noticeably a bright red under the yellow icing. I shooed Vanity off stage after giving her a tight hug, watching her leave before we started the show again.

*after the concert*

I walked to the back, having Vanity cling herself to me, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She said in between pecks on my lips, “All of you, thank you.” She said, unraveling herself from me and going to hug the rest of the guys.

“You’re welcome, Princess.” I said, pulling her back to me and kissing her, “Ahem.” Vanity pulled herself off of me, as her mom came through the back.

“That was a wonderful show, but I think Sage and I are gonna head home.” Clarissa explained to us, “Take Greyson with you.” Vanity retorted, poking her tongue out at her brother, “Shut up, you brat. Tommy invited me.”

“Tommy didn’t do anything.” T-bone said, taking a sip of his beer.

“I will see everyone tomorrow.” Clarissa stared, giving both Vanity and Greyson a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Come with me.” I told Vanity while grabbing her hand and taking her from the group as we went back to my dressing room, so I could finish what I started earlier.

*Vanitys POV*

I stumbled up to my feet as I pulled down my shirt. Nikki watched me with a smirk as he buttoned up the leather pants, I noticed the scratch marks that were on his bare chest.

“You ruined my make up.” I pouted as I looked in the mirror, trying to fix my mascara and lipstick. “Still look hot.” He mumbled as he finished getting dressed, “You look hot too.” I said as I examined what he was wearing.

“You go with the guys I have to take care of some stuff.” Nikki explained as he held the door open for me, “Oh…I can help you if you want.” I suggested, brushing my fingers over his hand.

He smiled, but it quickly disappeared, “No go..it’s your birthday go have some fun. I just have to discuss somethings with Doc. You’ll be bored of it.” He replied quickly.

I studied his expression, “Okay…I’ll see you there, I guess.” He quickly nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll only be an hour.”

I left his dressing room and went to go find everyone else. Soon after I found them, we left the arena and got into the limo to god knows where as Vince blind folded me.

*Roughly 30 minutes later*

“Okay, step.” Tommy and Vince said as they helped me walk up stairs, “Can I take this off yet?” I asked, “No, not yet…just a little bit more.” Tommy coaxed me. I could tell a door opened as the smell of cigarettes and booze hit my nose. Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ echoed through wherever we were at.

I heard Vince and Tommy giggling and whispering towards each other, “Am I gonna get mad?” I asked them, “Uh, yes definitely.” Vince said that and I immediately stopped walking.

“Oh c’mon! You’ll have fun. Just sit right here.” Tommy said as they lowered me down onto a chair with cold metal bars to rest my forearms on.

“Hey! What are you doing!!” I yelled as I felt them handcuff me to the chair, “Guys!!” They weren’t answering me but I could hear their stifled laughter.

I felt manicured nails brush over my shoulders, “Oh, hell no. I’m not fucking playing get me out of here.” I shouted as I heard Tommy, Vince and Greyson burst out laughing.

“Nikki said to make sure you had fun. So this is what we’re doing.” Vince’s voice got closer as he approached me. His hands went behind my head and untied the blind fold, letting me see we were at a strip club.

“Oh for the love of god.” I muttered as a stripper approached me, “I heard you have a birthday and you’ve been a very bad girl.” She had a sultry tone as she approached me. The pink boa she had wrapped around her body was no placed around my neck.

“I bet you guys are enjoying this.” I said, my eyes darting over to Vince and Tommy, “Yes, actually very much.”

“If they uncuff you, do you promise to behave?” She asked, her nails pushing my hair back. I rolled my eyes, “Yes.” I grumbled as Greyson walked over and uncuffed me.

I immediately tried getting up but the stripper pushed me back down onto the chair, “Now, Now…you said you would behave. Don’t make me get my paddle.” She said, as I quickly cowered down.

She tilted my head back, opening up my mouth as she held a bottle of jack and only poured a little bit of it. “I like your heels.” I told her, as she tried not to laugh at me.

She smiled, before crawling on me and giving me a lap dance, “Alright, this is what we’re doing.” I was becoming awkward as the boys were cracking up, “You can touch me if you want, I won’t tell.” She spoke out loud as she pushed my legs apart, “No, I’m okay.”

Tommy came over, handing me a key bump, “For the nerves.” He said as I snorted it up.

The stripper instantly grabbed my hands and put them on her tits, “Wow, those are some nice boobs.” I said as she left me fondle them, “See! What you’ve been missing out on!?” Vince replied with a giant smile on his face.

Her hands made there way up and down my body, gently caressing the bare skin of my thighs as her nails raked down my shoulders. “I see you were busy earlier.” The blonde stripper whispered into my ear, her fingers running across the hickey from Nikki on the side of my neck.

“Does your boyfriend know what you’re up too?” I huffed with an eye roll, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

She continued her dance, feeding me shots of whiskey and I think some pills from the boys at one point? Not really sure about that one. She slowly pulled her boa off of me, and wrapped it around her body.

“That’s all I got for you, baby.” She said, once more brushing her chest against mine. She grabbed me by my jaw and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. She brushed her finger against my lip, wiping her lipstick off of me.

She quickly left the private room as I broke out in a fit of laughter, “You guys are such assholes!” I shouted as I got off the chair. Tommy came over and wrapped an arm loosely around my shoulder.

“Oh relax, you know you were having fun.” He teased as I rolled my eyes, “Can I get drunk now?” I asked, “Fuck yeah, sweets! You’re gonna get so fucked up tonight! Tommy was boisterous as usual as we walked to the bar and started drinking.

*Nikki’s POV*

I just arrived at the strip club and went straight to the bathroom before meeting up with Vanity and the boys. I went and scored some junk from this sleazy guy I saw at the concert. He said it was the best stuff in the city, but all drug dealers say that about their product. I didn’t care if it was pure or if it was cut with meth or coke at this point, I needed my fix.

I locked the bathroom door, quickly throwing my jacket on the dirty floor. I slapped my veins a few times but they were popping up. “God Damnit.” I groaned as I pulled up my pant leg, but all the veins were bruised.

I was getting frustrated as I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes wandered to my neck. Did I really come to this point? What’s next? Shooting into my fucking cock?

I grabbed a hold of my neck, while the needle rested between my fingers. I gritted my teeth as I watched the needle puncture my skin, blood dribbling down as it mixed with the heroin.

I quickly pulled the needle out, resting my arm against the mirror as I felt it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at myself, feeling sick to my stomach. I bent down and picked up my jacket before throwing out the needle, quickly walking out the bathroom door.

I walked through the main doors, feeling as if everyone knew I was high, but in reality nobody gave a fuck as they weren’t paying attention to me.

I noticed a crowd around the stage with a stripper pole in the middle. I pushed my way through the crowd noticing Vanity was dancing with a stripper, the boys and all the men around her were throwing money towards her. Greyson on the other hand, looked mortified.

“T-bone! What the fuck, man!?” I yelled at him, as I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“Oh hey Sixx! What’s up?!” Tommy asked, coked out as usual. If he was coked out, that meant she was too. “ ‘What’s up?’ Really? Why the fuck is she on stage!” I yelled, noticing that she was stripping out of her shirt.

“Vanity! No!!” I shouted at her, but she didn’t hear me as she continued. “I don’t know man? I went to go get us drinks and next thing I know Greyson is chasing her to the stage.” Tommy explained.

I moved over to where she was dancing by, seeing that she was letting men touch her. She just had to go and fucking ruin my high. “Get the fuck out of my way!” I shouted, shoving drunk idiots away from me.

“Vanity!” I yelled, waving for her and she finally noticed me. She crawled toward me, sexually I might add. “Hey Sixx.” She shouted over the loud music and yelling.

“Get your ass off the fucking stage, now.” I demanded, but she rolled her eyes at me. I was quickly shoved to the side as a guy stuck a twenty dollar bill in between her tits, grabbing them right after, “Don’t fucking touch her, asshole!” I shouted, shoving him away from me.

“I’m serious, get off the fucking stage.” She smirked, grabbing the back of my head and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the whiskey the boys have been giving her.

She quickly pulled away from me, standing up as she walked up to the stripper and began dancing. I was seething in anger as I watched her. Yeah, she gets drunk and does stupid things all the time, but this is the icing on the fucking cake.

I was mainly boiling in a pool of my own rage because she was letting these fucking guys touch her and was willing too. I watched her twirl around on the pole, swaying her hips to the beat of the song as she slowly pulled down the pants she was wearing, bending down and showing everyone everything. Thankfully she decided to wear a pair of panties tonight.

“Relax, man.” Tommy said, slapping his arm on my shoulder, “Relax!? That’s my fucking girl up there acting like a fucking whore!! Don’t tell me to fucking relax!!” I snapped back at him, shoving him away, “Okay, okay…I’ll get her down.”

“Vanity!” Tommy whistled for her, “Off the stage!” He shouted as she walked towards him, kicking her shoes off at him as she flipped him off. Tommy grabbed her heels and looked at me, “Uh…I tried?” He said weakly.

“C’mon Sixx, lighten up. It’s her birthday, she’s just having fun.” Vince butted in. Why didn’t anyone see why I was fucking mad!?!

“Here…watch this.” Vince whistled loudly for her, “Come here, Princess!!” Vanity crawled to him, I noticed Vince freeze up as he watched her sit on his knees in front of him, in all of her half naked glory, “Let’s go do some blow, doll!” Tommy suggested, quickly flashing her a baggie of coke.

“Vanity fucking Blackwood, get off the stage, now. We are leaving!” I yelled at her, noticing her eyes flash to fear, “I’m not ready!!” Her words were extremely slurred as she talked back to me. I grabbed her hand but she fought my grip and pulled away from me. I was getting fed up with her drunken antics.

“Vanity, I’m gonna tell mom what you’re doing!!” Greyson yelled at her, “Get off the stage, you’re embarrassing me!” I saw the devilish smirk play across her face, “Embarrassing? I’ll show you embarrassing.”

Vanity stood up, prancing back over to the pole. Her hands reached up behind her back and unclasped her bra. She teased as she held onto it before throwing it at me.

I quickly jumped up on the stage. She turned around and faced me, “We are leaving.” I said, grabbing her and walking through the red satin curtain, not caring about the many “Fuck You’s” I was getting.

“Don’t fucking grab me like that!” She shouted, shoving me away from her and crossing her arms over her tits so they were covered. I took off my leather jacket, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt and giving it to her. She quickly pulled it on as we continued the argument.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Why are you up there acting like a slut!” I yelled in her face, she rolled her eyes and was trying to walk away from me but I stepped in front of her so she couldn’t run away like usual.

“I’m just having fun.” She mumbled, looking down at the floor, “Fun?! Acting like a whore is fun to you!? You were naked out there and just letting those guys fucking touch you! Only I can fucking touch you like that, Vanity!” Her face flinched when I stepped closer to her.

“You’re not my fucking boyfriend and you keep forgetting that, Nikki…” She spat back, by the tone in her voice she was hesitant to say it.

“I know I’m not your damn boyfriend, but fuck…you are mine, and you know that.” I told her, as she laughed at me.

“That is the most ass-backwards thing I’ve ever heard in my life. You’re ridiculous. It’s either you want me or you don’t.” She rolled her eyes with a huff. “What about what I want for once, instead of it being all about Nikki fucking Sixx.” I listened to her incoherent rambling. I just wanted to get her home and to bed so she can knock the fuck out and shut the fuck up for once.

I pushed my hair back, exhaling deeply through my nose, “Fine, what do you want?”

“I would like another drink.” She slurred, putting her hands on my shoulders for support. “And then I want you to stop being mad at me, I was just having fun.”

I took her hand in mine and I walked her to the bar, where The guys were waiting for us with her clothes in hand. “Oh thanks, T-bone.” Vanity replied, snatching her pants from him and quickly putting them on, followed by her shoes right after.

I watched as Vanity climbed up on the barstool, sitting back on her knees as she leaned over the bar. The boys watched in amusement as she grabbed a glass and filled it up with beer by herself and began to drink it.

“You want some?” She asked, handing the glass to me as I took a sip out of it. “How was your meeting with Doc?” She questioned, taking the glass back from me. Her fingers found themselves playing with the layered necklaces I had.

“It was fine. We just talked about some stuff, concert planning you could say.” I lied to her as she nodded, “Well, I missed you.” She mumbled, her fingers now trailing across my jaw, “The boys made me get a lap dance, it was fun. You would’ve enjoyed it.” I laughed at her misfortune, knowing that she was probably awkward as hell.

“She let me touch her tits, they were really nice. They were fake though, should I get a boob job?” Her lips parted as if a light bulb when off in her head, “No, that’s too much money and my tits are fine.” I rested against the bar, my head being supported by my elbow as I watched her. I forgot I was even mad at her.

“Right? Tell me my tits are fine, Nikki.” She playfully smacked my chest, as I let out an eye roll, “You’re tits are great, doll.” I reassured her as she smiles cheekily.

“I agree with Sixx, your tits are phenomenal.” She turned around and faced Vince as I sent him a death glare.

“What! I’m just saying! She has a nice rack!” Vince defended himself, “Can we please stop talking about my sisters body?” Greyson groaned before throwing back a shot with Tommy.

“Do you want to go back home?” She asked through low drunk eyes as she wrapped her hand around mine. “Just us, they can come back later.” She suggested, pressing a quick kiss against my lips. I nodded when she backed away from me.

We said our goodbyes, Well I did. Vanity threatened Vince and Tommy if they let anything happen to her brother while she wasn’t around.

*Back at the house*

I held her hand as she pulled me inside the house and up the stairs to her room. The moment I closed the door she started getting naked in front of me, leaving her clothes in her path as she walked to her closet.

I sat down on the bed, slowly falling back onto it as I looked up at her ceiling, “C’mon.” I sat back up, the moment I looked at her my pants got a tad tighter. She was standing in front of me wearing a bright red bikini, “I want to go to the hot tub.” She stuck out her hand for me to take, I gladly accepted it.

“You can use my brothers shorts.” She said, quickly going into his room. I caught a glimpse of all the posters on his wall. Van Halen, The Cure, The Smiths, and of course my band.

“Here.” She shoved a pair of black shorts into my hands, “Come outside when your done.” She ordered as she walked away from me.

I got undressed, the baggie of heroin and a few rigs were safely tucked into the pocket of my jacket. I left my clothes in her room as I walked down the stairs. I went through the glass doors and saw her turning on the jets of the hot tub.

“I stole moms key earlier so we could get booze.” She stated, holding up a bottle of wine, as she carefully got into the water. I followed in right after her.

Vanity sat next to me, her legs draped over mine as she faced me. “You really grew up like this?” I said with an astonish tone. “Yeah, you’ve known this. I don’t get why you still act surprised.” She retorted, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle.

“Because you don’t act like it. I mean you can be a spoiled brat sometimes. But I just pictured someone who grew up how you did to be more, I don’t kn-“ “Not associate with the likes of people like you?” She interrupted me, a small chuckle arose from her.

“Yes, that’s exactly it. Not just me. But all four of us.” I said with a shrug as I took a sip from the bottle.

“Just because I’ve grown up privileged doesn’t mean anything. I’ll be friends with anyone as long as they’re nice to me, but not the fake nice ya know? The ones that are nice to you because they want something from you. Money, power…fame in your case.” She babbled, looking around at her surroundings.

“Do you miss your dad?” I asked her. I heard her let out a deep sigh as she looked at me, “All the time. My dad was always the voice of reason, whenever I did something wrong mom would freak out, but daddy was always calm about it.” She explained before taking a sip and looking at me.

“Do you ever miss your mom?” I cleared my throat, “Uh…” was all I could get out of my mouth, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like talking about it, I don’t know why I asked that.” She was quick to apologize.

“I’ve never really missed her. Maybe I just wish things were different between Deanna and I.” I explained, brushing my fingers down her legs as I looked at her. “You should call her.” Vanity suggested. What a bright fucking idea.

“Just keep drinking that.” I said passing the bottle back to her. “I’m serious, Nik.” I groaned, “Can we stop? Please?” I pleaded, getting a huff in return.

“You excited for your party tomorrow?” I asked, pulling her closer to me, “Fuck no, I’m gonna be surrounded by rich socialites who are gonna pry into my business and then go around telling everyone what the Blackwoods daughter is up too.” She explained, “I’ve always hated being around them. I use to avoid all of the business parties for this reason.” She continued on, “That’s one of the reasons I left Dallas to begin with.”

“Yeah, why did you go to Los Angeles?” I questioned, wrapping my arm around the concrete as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Well for starters, Julian was coming back. I was tired of the same thing everyday. Wake up, go to the office with daddy, do paperwork all day, come home, eat dinner, go to bed, do it again the next day. That’s boring. And also I got into a fight with my parents and they kicked me out and told me to go figure out the real world on my own.” I laughed.

“Go figure it out as they still loaded your bank account every month? Right.” I continued to laugh as she glared at me. “They cut me off financially for five months. That’s why I got the diner gig. I was making less then three hundred dollars a week. It was difficult adjusting. I know it doesn’t sound like a big problem but it was to me.” I stopped laughing, realizing that I was probably hurting her feelings.

“Well what was the fight about?” I questioned as she stared at me, “Sixx, you can’t judge me.” She said worrisome,”Princess, I would never, just tell me.” I coaxed her, pulling her closer against me.

“It was like maybe a month after Julian got sent to the rehab place to work on his shit. Well uh…Julian got me pregnant-“

“I’m sorry? What?” I cut her off, looking at her with confusion.

“I didn’t want to have his child so I got an abortion, ya know cause my body, my choice. And the doctor that did it, totally broke HIPPA and called my parents, told them I was having one so they showed up at the appointment and told me how disgusting and wrong I was to do this.” I continued to stare at her as she explained, not even knowing what to say.

“They didn’t fucking care that Julian almost killed me, they cared more that I was ending a so called ‘life’.” She laughed bitterly, taking a swig from the bottle.

“So they told me to get the hell out and that they wouldn’t have a murderer living in their house. Mom was more mad about it, than dad was. But mom had daddy wrapped around her finger until the day he died. He would’ve done anything for her. So when mom said kick out Vanity, that’s what dad did.”

“Your family is like a bad soap opera.” Vanity laughed when I said that, “It’s bad, I know. But they’re my family, and I love them, I mean sometimes I wish I didn’t. But still.”

“You wanna be my date to the wedding?” I blurted out, completely catching her off guard.

“Not my date, cause we’re not dating, but we could go together if you wanted.” I rambled on as she ran her nails through my hair.

“I would love to be your date to T-bone’s wedding.” She replied, letting me take a fresh breath of air.

Vanity slowly got on top of me, sitting back on my lap as I held her hips, “Just as long as you match your tie to my dress.” She whispered, her lips grazing against mine, “Whatever you want babe.” I replied before planting my lips on hers.

Her lips were soft and warm as usual. They always tasted like vanilla mixed with whiskey and cigarettes, it left my mouth watering every time we kissed. The smell of chlorine combined with her flowery scent heightened my senses. She cupped both sides of my cheeks as she deepened the kiss, my heart felt like it was about to thump right out of my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, tugging her body closer to mine. She was quick to enter my mouth with her tongue, I usually beat her to it. Her fingers were engulfed into my hair, she pulled her lips away from mine as she tilted my head back. I groaned as I felt her nip and suck at the exposed skin of my neck as she left her mark on me.

“Hm.” I heard her mumble as she pressed her lips against mine once more. She pulled away, resting her forehead against mine as her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, fingers twirling the ends of my hair.

“This is getting complicated, Nikki.” She whispered and let out a sigh as she looked straight at me, eyes wandering down to the abused skin then back up to me.

“What is?” I asked, already knowing what she was talking about, but I needed to hear her say it.

“Me and You.”

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lamptracker · 5 years

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mom can you write something about a target adventure with haz? cause his story is inspiring me

what a bean

- So you notice you’re perilously low on some necessities

- Like deodorant, contact solution, and Cheez-its

- (they’re a necessity don’t @ me)

- So you ask Harrison to tag along

- it’s still early on in your relationship and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible so he agrees

- Your first stop is, of course, the Dollar Spot

- You learn that the name of it is one of the weird hills Harrison has chosen to die on

- “Not everything here is a dollar, why do they even call it that?”

- “It’s just a name, babe”

- “But it’s misleading”

- “Ooh, Haz, look, pineapple-shaped salt and pepper shakers!”

- And his rant ends, at least for now

- “Babe, look at this dress! I need this dress”

- Harrison scoffs: “You bloody do not”

- “Yes, I do! It looks so comfy, it would look perfect with those sandals I bought the other day, and - oooh! POCKETS!!”

- Harrison just smiles fondly at you as you gleefully put it in the cart

- It’s an argument he knows he won’t win, plus you just look so happy

- You then introduce Harrison to one of your favorite games: Hit the clearance sections of each clothing department to find the most ridiculous thing you can

- Harrison wins with his men’s 3xl button-down rainbow-patterned shirt

- (quick side note: This is an actual item I found and tried to convince Ben to buy despite the fact he does not wear a 3xl)

- (he didn’t buy it)

- (probably for the best)

- He wants to poke around the electronics department for awhile so you oblige (after all he came to Target with you in the first place)

- He finds a new case for his iPad while you peruse phone cases

- “I love this one,” you say as you hold up a white case with a sunflower print, “but I learned the hard way once I can’t have anything but an Otterbox”

- Harrison laughs. “Fun fact, uh, Tom refuses to put a case on his phone”

- You just stare at Harrison, goggle-eyed

- “yeah, I don’t know how he can go through life with that kind of stress either”

- You just shrug and say, “wish I’d known that BEFORE his birthday, then I would’ve gotten him an Otterbox”

- “He liked what you got him, though. You know you didn’t even have to get him anything, but I have to tell you it was really cool of you to buy my best friend a gift”

- You just smile as your face grows warmer

- “Let’s go check out the camping stuff,” Harrison says. “D’you like camping?”

- “My idea of roughing it is a motel without wi-fi”

- Harrison laughs - “Okay, not the outdoorsy type, no problem”

- “But for you?” you add quickly. “You, I could find a way to manage”

- It’s Harrison’s turn to grin shyly as you head over to sporting goods

- Harrison selects a new air mattress and a portable hammock before you move on to the grocery section

- “Hey, babe, watch this” Harrison says

- All you can do is laugh as he runs down the aisle with the cart, hopping onto the bar below the handle as he rides it as far as it will take him

- “You’re such an idiot”

- “But you love me,” he says, flashing you a cheeky grin

- It’s not the first time you’ve told each other you loved them, but it still makes your heart flutter

- “Yes, unfortunately”

- You select your snacks and make a quick swing through HBA for your deodorant and contact solution before going to checkouts

- “Hey, Haz. Starbucks,” you say, pointing. “Want a coffee? It’s on me”

- “I’d love that”

- After you pay for your items, you put the cart back and go to the in-store Starbucks, where you order your coffees and sit at a table near the window

- “Thanks for coming with me today, Harrison. This would have been an awfully boring errand otherwise”

- Harrison smiles, reaching for your hand across the table

- “Glad I could spend the time with you”

- ugh this sounds awesome

- did I miss the sign-up sheet for this?

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #hollandfieldluv

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saccharineomens · 4 years

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I want to know all the answers from your 100 question meme

Something you find romantic? Answer whichever #'s you feel comfortable answering; I want to know all your inner musings 😝

cat why do you do this to me

i’ll be sticking them below a readmore, then!

1. Is a kiss considered cheating? Yes! Unless you’ve communicated with your partner that it’s okay.

2. Have you ever faked an orgasm? Nope

3. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Hmmm this is a really hard decision. I usually say telepathy, but I like shapeshifting, too. I loved the Animorphs books as a kid, even though I didn’t read them all.

4. Do you think you are going to be rich in 7-8-9 years? Monetarily? Nah. But I like to think I’ll still have strong, rich friendships and I think I’ll have enough money to live comfortably alone.

5. Tell us some funny drunk story. I just don’t really have one rip. Drunk people are hilarious but normally I’m the DD. I’ve got several pleasant stories, though! There was a time me and my best friend went to a pub and drank cider and played board games and video games until closing time. Afterwards we stopped at an Insomnia cookies, a storm caused the electricity to go out, and we got a half dozen cookies for free. (well, I felt guilty, so I left them a very large tip.)

6. Why are you no longer together with your ex? I was going through college, it was long distance, and I felt he deserved better. We keep in touch, though.

7. If you had to choose one way to die, what would it be? Well, painlessly, of old age, in my sleep, of course. But if that’s not an option, out of all the ways of dying, freezing to death seems the most humane. You just get tired, cold, and sleepy, and then you just...don’t wake up.

8. What are your current goals? Graduate, mostly. Long-term I’d like to live with friends in a big house and my cat, and have enough free time to garden and craft at my leisure, and have the ability to travel wherever I’d like. I’d like to work on a game or movie I’m really passionate about, and I’d love to become a director someday.

9. Do you like someone? I mean, I like a lot of people, but I assume this means romantically. So, kind of? I find a lot of people attractive and have a ‘if they wanted to date I’d be down’ feeling, but I don’t have serious feelings for anybody specific.

10. Who was the last person to disappoint you? Hmmm I have a terrible memory. Myself, perhaps? I have a really hard time with getting up when my alarms go off. Sleep inertia’s a big problem for me. This has led to me being late to classes and rushing to get ready, which is stressful.

11. Do you like your body? Ehhhh. I guess. It could be improved, like by not having health issues.

12. Can you keep a diet? Ha! No.

13. If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say? I hope you have a wonderful day. The universe doesn’t care about us so be excellent to each other!

14. Do you work? Constantly, every day. I work to learn new things, accomplish school assignments, make money, feed myself...All my life is is working, right now.

15. If you could choose only one food to eat to the rest of your life, what would it be? Salad! Because anything can be a salad. Tuna salad, fruit salad, salad with salmon...

16. Would you get a tattoo? Oh, absolutely. The only reason I don’t have any is because of money. I have like five small ideas and one very large one that i’d like across my back.

17. Something you don’t mind spending all your money on? Food, my family, and my friends.

18. Can you drive? Yes. Do I have a license? No.

19. When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful? Probably sometime in the past month by my mother, but she’s just about the only person who does.

20. What was the last thing you cried for? asdfjal;ksdjfs it was Treasure Planet. Jim and Silver’s relationship is just [clutches chest] so beautiful.

21. Do you keep a journal? Sort of, sporadically.

22. Is life fun? Yes!

23. Is farting in front of people irrelevant? I mean, I prefer you excuse yourself, but more or less yeah.

24. What’s your dream car? My sib got this really nice Prius used at a good price, and it has a lot of room and it’s a hybrid, so Nice. I don’t tend to pay much attention to cars, as long as they’re comfortable and low-waste.

25. Are grades in school important? I admit that they’re important to me, but that’s something I have to unlearn. My worth isn’t determined by other people.

26. Describe your crush. Ugh. I’m bi, guys. I get crushes on people all the time, every day. Saw this really pretty redhead in the cafeteria over a month ago, and I saw her again yesterday. She’s a couple inches taller than me and has really pretty curly hair, but I didn’t really, like, stare, so I couldn’t describe her face well past ‘cute nose’.

27. What was the last book/movie that really impressed you? Nothing jumps to mind. I guess I’m still falling over myself after seeing Mad Max back in like 2015, that was just the coolest experience ever. I find delight in just about every movie I watch, though. The second Jumanji-sequels movie was just as fun and amazing as the first. Klaus was just incredible in so many ways.

28. What was your last lie? I...really just do not remember. Probably telling myself “I’m gonna do my laundry today” a few days ago? Whereas I DID do my laundry today so HA

29. Dumbest lie you ever told? I saved this question for last and it’s late and I honestly can’t remember anything, asdjls sorry. My memory’s awful y’all.

30. Is crying in front of people embarrassing? Oh absolutely. I mean it wouldn’t be if they weren’t uncomfortable with it, but they always are.

31. Something you did and you are proud of? I did my laundry today? washed dried folded and everything. I also braved the nighttime neighborhood around my school to solo a Pokemon raid, which was cool. I’m proud of my animation done at the end of the last semester, and of how my teddy bear modelling is doing this week.

32. What’s your favourite cocktail? How am I supposed to choose this? How can you ask me to choose this? I’d have to line them all up and try one by one, honestly, before I could tell you.

33. Something you are good at? I’m pretty good at drawing anatomy and expressions, I think. I’m good at baking/cooking, although I lack creativity in the kitchen. I also think I’m a pretty good listener, and a good friend?

34. Do you like small kids? Most of the time!

35. How are you feeling right now? Frankly, a little drained with all these questions, but determined to finish them. I’m a little hungry. I’ve got a lot on my mind, and wish I was doing homework, but I also can’t get myself to do it right now.

36. What would you name your daughter/son? Not sure! Every once in a while I’ll be like “ooh, that’d be a great name” and then don’t remember to write it down. Besides, I plan on adopting, and most kiddos already have names.

37. What do you need to be happy? Money, friends, family, good food, and a place to explore.

38. Is there some you want to punch in the face right now? Not particularly. No one other than, well. The rich people I’m pretty sure everyone knows I dislike.

39. What was the last gift you received? Well, anything my mom cooks for me is a gift, but the last Proper gift was from my friend @ wefflebugs , who got me a blu-ray copy of Into the Spiderverse and some coffee for Christmas c:

40. What was the last gift you gave? I gave my sibling @ aconfusedbird a keychain of one of the two Bubble Bobble dragons and kept the other for myself, for their birthday. Handmade from Perler beads. We’d play that game for ages as kids, and we always fought over who’d be the blue one.

41. What was the last concert you went to? I think it was The Shins? They were so awesome!

42. Favourite place to shop at? Well, I quite like Target. But I also adore small resale shops. They always have some really awesome things hiding there.

43. Who inspires you? Oogh, a lot of people. Like a million and a half artists I’ve met online, ones I only know their screenname for, inspire me to get better at art. James Baxter and Sergio Pablos inspire me to get better at animation. Wefflebugs’ art always has such lovely colors, which I adore. featherdragon15′s art has gotten a lot better lately, and that inspires me to keep working hard too! Not to mention they’re working for nasa which is rad af, and also inspires me to keep working toward my dreams. My sibling aconfusedbird inspires me a Lot in a lot of personal ways, like to be more kind to myself and to keep moving forward. My mom inspires me to keep gardening. roachpatrol/roach-works inspired me to get into welding, lizardlicks inspired me into wanting chickens and a small homestead. My teachers inspire me to keep working hard in school.

44. How old were you when you first got drunk? 19, I think? I’ve only gotten properly drunk once. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat another boiled peanut, but other than that it wasn’t a problem lol.

45. How old were you when you first got high? I haven’t, actually. I don’t have a reason not to or anything, but it’s just never felt like the right vibe yanno?

46. How old were you when you first had sex? I guess it really depends on your definition. Personally, I’d say I haven’t yet.

47. When was your first kiss? Well, I played spin the bottle when I was seventeen, which was technically my first kiss, but if that doesn’t count then it was about a week before I turned eighteen, and I kissed the guy who’d become my first boyfriend.

48. Something you want to do until the end of this year? Play video games....I wish I had infinite time to play video games and watch movies and draw and just...enjoy my time on earth, you know? Without feeling like it had a deadline.

49. Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done? I try not to live with regrets.

(50 is ‘post a selfie’ but im on a computer)

51. Who are you most comfortable around? Either aconfusedbird or featherdragon15, i think.

52. Name one thing that terrifies you. asdkfjal;sdf i’ve been listening to too much magnus archives and got recommended to ‘not be too scared of one thing’ if i want to avoid the creatures, so uh. hard to decide. I guess I’m scared of...hm. people who just lack the ability to create bonds with people? people who don’t care about other living things. humans can be fucking terrifying.

53. What kind of books do you read? Oh, just about anything. Fantasy, realistic fiction, romance, mysteries, thrillers, scifi...all are great. I didn’t used to enjoy nonfiction but it really depends on the nonfiction.

54. What would you tell your 12 year old self? You’re going to have a best friend someday, and it will be everything you wanted. Things with your mother will improve when you’re in your last few years of high school. You’re going to become a great artist.

55. What is your favourite flower? Not sure! I like many. There was this one flower i found in high school that smelled incredible, but I’ve no idea what it was. I should find it again.

56. Any bad habits you have? ...Well. Not waking up when my alarm goes off is pretty annoying. My procrastination in general’s frustrating. And, well, just between you, me, and the rest of the internet, (tw: self harm) my trichotillomania causes me constant distress and anxiety.

57. What kind of people are you attracted to? People who want to learn new things, are kind and compassionate, respect me, and have a good sense of humor. Someone I can be adventurous with.

58. What was the last thing you cried for? Well, i answered a similar question earlier, so I’ll answer for the second most recent time I cried. I was in Pennsylvania, the day I had to fly home, and when I went to check in for my flight, all the seats were taken, and I needed to pay for an upgrade if I wanted to guarantee a spot on the flight. This wouldn’t be a huge problem, except that for both of my flights to get home, an upgrade cost $70. And seventy dollars was a big chunk out of my budget for, you know, food. So I cried out of stress and frustration with the airport companies for charging me seventy bucks for ten more inches of legroom that I didn’t want nor need.

59. Is there something you don’t eat? Some food that truly disgust you? Not really! In terms of what’s normally accepted as “food” in American society, that is. I don’t care much for worms or insects. Other than that, I’m interested enough to try almost anything once.

60. Are you in love? In love? No. Am I full of love? Yes, for many, many, many things.

61. Something you find romantic? Oh man, anything could be romantic if done by someone I care for. I think gentleness is romantic. Quality time is my love language, so if my partner cancelled plans to spend time with me, that’d be romantic. I find romance in trying new things and going to new places.

62. How long was your longest relationship? Four months or so. It’s the only relationship I’ve been in, though, and I hadn’t intended for it to go past summer, so that was longer than I’d even planned on haha.

63, 64. What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex? Opposite sex? Uhhh kind of hard to answer this one. I mean, i hate the culture in which men are raised to be, but I’ve heard that ‘male’ and ‘female’ brains aren’t particularly predisposed to anything in particular? Like, both men and women are capable of emotional intelligence and compassion, it’s just that our culture doesn’t encourage it in men.

65. What are you saving money for? Food, college. I might treat myself to a school trip to Disney, but I don’t think I have the budget rn. As a student I’m kind of coasting by on the bare minimum rn, I don’t have anything i CAN save up for.

66. How would you describe your bad side? I mostly just avoid you or try to not spend time with you.

67. Are you actually a good person? Why? I think I am. I care about other people and try to make other people’s lives easier and happier. I try every day to become more sensitive to other perspectives. I do what I can to benefit the earth for those who will come after me.

68. What are you living for? Ooh, deep stuff. I’m living for helping other people. I’m living for my friends and family.

69 (nice). Have you ever done anything illegal? Pfft, guys, jaywalking is illegal. So yes. I’ve also drank while underage before. But nothing really big, no.

70. Do you like your body? Wait a second. This was number 11, too. Well, I guess I’ll change it to What don’t you like about your body? Which is my under-chin. It’s kind of a double chin, kind of not. But while most things I could change about my body, I don’t think I could change that without surgery. And yeah, I’ve thought about it. Not that I have any of the cash for it. I also wish I didn’t have (tw: self-harm) trichotillomania, so I’d have more eyelashes and eyebrows.

71. Have you ever made someone feel bad about themselves intentionally? I think I probably have, to douchebags. Like “hey, that’s inappropriate”.

72. Ever sent nudes? Nope!

73. Have you ever cheated on someone? God, no. Big #1 no no for me.

74. Favourite candy? I RECENTLY DISCOVERED TAKE 5′S AND REESES HAVE COMBINED INTO ONE GLORIOUS CANDY BAR, SO, THAT.

75. Is there a blog you visit every day, or almost every day? Tag it! Agh, okay. @ aconfusedbird, @ busket, @ loreweaver-universe, @ orange-plum. The four blogs I don’t actually follow, but whose blogs I visit every day. It changes around every few years. It used to be a different bunch back when I first got on tumblr. I really have no idea why I haven’t followed them. Habit, I suppose? Also, it still won’t let me tag my sib for some reason. (nvm I removed the tags, i don’t want to bother them)

76. Do you play any computer games? What is your favourite game? lmao uh, that’s kind of an understatement. I can’t list all my favorite games, but I’m very fond of The Last of Us. I have played. So many video games. I’ll chat about them anytime!

77. Favourite TV series? Avatar: The Last Airbender, I think. It’s really hard to top that.

78. Are you religious? Does God exist? Not really religious, no. I do think that there’s probably a god out there that sparked the Big Bang. I don’t really follow the Christian God because despite what every church service said, I never felt like He loved me. Jesus was a super cool guy, though. If there’s a god out there, I think they pretty much keep to themselves. Maybe have some fun watching creation, but don’t really interact with it at all.

79. What was the last book you read? Did it impress you and why? asdkfj;as i don’t remember. probably my textbook Directing the Story by Francis Glebas? It was a pretty cool book about moviemaking.

80. What do you think about vegetarianism/veganism? I’ve reblogged a lot on the subject. I respect those who practice it, but it can cause a lot of environmental harm. In theory, it’s not bad!

81. How long have you been on Tumblr? Like eight years or so? Maybe nine? wild. I visited blogs daily before the number got high enough i was like ‘okay i’ll just make an account’.

82. Do you like Chinese food? Oh, yes!

83-85. McDonalds or Subway? Vodka or whiskey? Alcohol or drugs? Subway, whiskey and alcohol.

86. Ever been out of your province/state/country? Yes, yes, and no!

87. Meaning behind your blog name? I’ve had this one for many years now. I really like the word ‘saccharine’ -- inspired by @ saccharinesylph back in the old days -- and i couldn’t just name myself ‘saccharine’, so i needed something else. and I was pretty big into Good Omens at that time, and I was like ‘haha! saccharine, good, omens. saccharine omens!’ Plus, it feels like a very positive and comforting name, and I strive to be a comforting person.

88. What are you scared of? ok i def answered this moving on

89. Last time you were insulted? uhhhhhhhhh no idea. oh, wait! i know. i was getting graded on my performance at my job late last year and i disagreed with the grade my boss gave me. It was like ‘person shows considerable care of their community and goes above and beyond to educate others’ and i was like ‘oh yeah that’s, like, my whole Thing, my whole Goals and Personality and Ideals’ and then my boss came in and was like ‘2/4′ and i was like ‘wtf??’ Apparently she felt that i just wasn’t really applying that part of myself to my job, and i was like ‘you serious? i’m doing a lot!’ but also she’s my boss.

90. Most traumatic experience? A series of emotionally/mentally abusive things my mom did during my childhood. It’s definitely had the longest lasting effects of any trauma. Permanent anxiety problems, ptsd, my self harm, the whole shebang. Don’t worry, though, like. Things are way better between us, and she’s apologized many times.

91. Perfect date idea? Going on a hike! Maybe walking on a beach. Just spending time together and talking. Eating some delicious food. Spending the entire day with each other, then curling up and cuddling at home and watching a movie. then talking some more. lots of handholding and kisses. im a super hopeless romantic.

92. Favourite app on your phone? the internet, ofc lmao. But other than that I use Animal Crossing Pocket Camp and Pokemon Go an awful lot.

93. What colour are the walls in your room? At school a boring white, although I’ve taped some art up. At home a really pretty light blue color that I did all myself.

94. Do you watch Youtube? Who is your favourite youtuber? I do! And I like so many channels, honestly. I really like Rachel and Jun, and I really like Pop Culture Detective. I’ve seen a lot of jackscepticeye’s stuff, too. Proko, Vox, and Sinix Design are all good too.

95. Share your favourite quote. “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.” -Dr Seuss

96. What is the meaning of life? To be happy, enjoy yourself, and love others!

97. Do you like horror movies? Ha ha ha, not really. I liked A Quiet Place though.

98. Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened? She’s cried sometimes over how she treated us in the past. Sometimes it happens because I talk about how she’s hurt me. She always expresses regret and apologizes again.

99. Do you feel lucky or special in a way? I feel lucky with how I met my best friend. We’d had band together and kind of both thought each other as a cool person, but we didn’t really hit it off until a couple years later and she saw me drawing Homestuck fanart in Psychology lmao. The rest is history. Love you so much, Haley. I feel lucky my mom realized she was being abusive and stopped, too. Not everyone gets that.

100. Can you keep a secret? Oh, definitely. But do tell me what needs to be secret, otherwise I won’t know. For example, my sib asked me to keep their gf busy while they bought her a present, so I tried, but then she was like ‘oh, where’s your sibling? we should find them’ i was like ‘oh no, i think they’re just buying something, it’s fine’ but she was stubbornly moving toward the checkout and i was like ‘stop, i think they’re buying something for you’ so i. kinda told a secret? i didn’t tell her what the present was though.

JESUS THAT WAS A LOT OF TYPING, LMAO. IT’S THREE AM. GOODNIGHT

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The Chosen: All the notes and answers to shit you wondered about for years

Hey. Hi there. How are you? I’m good, thanks for asking.

So, you remember when, at the beginning of the year, I said I was officially retiring my Buffy the Vampire Slayer continuation, The Chosen? If this is the first you’re hearing of it, a) SORRY TO DROP THAT ON YOU, and b) you may want to read this post first.

All caught up? Awesome.

I told you guys I’d share my stuff. This right here is that. I’ve searched through countless backups, terabytes of data, the remnants of three computers, AND MY SOUL (not really my soul; it doesn’t have a convenient find option), and I think this is everything. If there’s anything left of The Chosen that isn’t contained here, then it’s almost certainly lost to time and I wave it a fond farewell.

But don’t worry. There’s a lot here.

What I have for you are all the notes, plans, and ideas that I had written during the time when The Chosen was pretty much my entire world. From late 2003 to mid 2005, I was on my Buffy creative shit, and OH THE PLACES I WANTED TO GO. I’m not sure I’ll ever not be sad that, in the end, I couldn’t do it the way I wanted. Still, I’m glad to finally be showing you where we were heading.

I’ll try to give this as much order as I can, but my notes were strewn across a mass of files, and in some cases, I straight up can’t remember what the fuck I even meant any more. Feel free to ask if you have questions! Just be prepared that the answer may have to be an apologetic shrug.

I’m not sure what to wish for you all in the reading here. Closure, of some kind, I suppose is what we’re really all after. So closure it is! Happy closing, friends.

Thank you so much for allowing me to have captured your interest and attention, and for accompanying me and these characters I loved on the journey toward the ending I hoped for them.

** Any comments from present-me will be marked in this format. Otherwise, everything is untouched from how I wrote it whenever-the-fuck ago. Section headers are either as I named them at the time, or taken from the file name.

S8 Ideas

General Ideas

Rogue Slayer girl ' 'Full Circle'; Faith-centric.

Possessing demons ' personification of control ' W&K breakup episode.

Xander gets powers, but in exchange for his humanity. Comes to realize that his humanity is what his friends need, and he gives up the power.

Dawn's key powers are reawakened ' ability to unlock and enter doorways to parallel dimensions/realities and back again. Episode where this happens and she visits a parallel world (where she is the Slayer?). Possibly triggered by Doc, seeking to reawaken Glory?

Monster that eats body parts to rejuvenate them.

Emotion sucker.

Incubus that tries to seduce Buffy in her dreams.

Siren/rock group ' playing in club.

Faith/Buffy/other Slayers hunted for sport.

Super Slayer, enhanced by the DC. Big Bad? Guinea pig.

Legion of Super Slayers, created from life force of girls who reject the offer to join the DC.

Things to Name and Figure Out

The name of the new town.

New town is in center of three-Hellmouth triangle, consisting of Cleveland, Ohio, Syracuse, NY, and Washington DC. The gang is settled in a fictitious town in Pennsylvania, not far from Williamsport.

Name derived from three? Trinity, Trillium, etc.

The name of the Bronze replacement. (The Vortex?)

The name (and personality) of Kennedy's new Watcher.

The name (and personality) of the turncoat (the girl Giles talks to in Ep #1)

The name (and personality) of the girl Faith recruits (future cannon fodder)

Better name for the Dark Council.

Better name for the Dark Coven.

Assorted Ideas and Quotes

Scene: Someone shopping at a local bulk warehouse place. How much to Slayers eat? A LOT.

Possible use for the drug from "Helpless" that neutralizes Slayer powers?

Scene: Junior Slayers fighting monster. One says "You ARE the weakest link... Goodbye!" The others make fun of her for using such an outdated pop culture reference. She pouts that they should add a class about banter to the Slayer curriculum.

QUOTE: "D'you ever think sometime we should, you know, run AWAY from the blood curdling screams?"

QUOTE: Buffy doubts Tara's return. Willow: "What, you hold exclusive resurrection rights?"

QUOTE: Tara and Dark Coven guy. Tara: "She'll kill me. After I do this...Buffy will kill me." DC: "After you do this, will you care?"

QUOTE: "Excessive? I think you and excessive have already met in a head-on collision and exchanged insurance information."

QUOTE: Tara talking about doing stuff with Dawn: "You know, shopping, getting our hair done ... girl things." Willow: "I like your girl things."

QUOTE: Someone's sick, but denying it. They cough, get an accusing glance. "I just have something stuck in my throat." "Yeah, it's called ILLNESS."

QUOTE: Faith to somebody, possibly a young Slayer, who goes on at length about what they're going to do to a bad guy or deal with some serious challenge or something similar. "You're full of crap, you've got no idea what you're talking about. (beat) But you mean what you say, so that's gotta count for something."

Notes

1st ep

fate of SS's

Dawn's powers

X taking Watcher's courses

G distancing

W going to grad school

B/T going back to school

prophecy bits

G gets ring

Buffy bit - blood

Ante released

Season 9 Ideas

based on 7 samurai - group of people want to come in and hire the seven to clean something out

something happens where buffy or dawn disappears and the other goes to find them

core four have notoriety as evil forces (four horsemen) with some other community

sdhs reunion episode

"Demon that draws strength from guilt, hate, love, etc. Especially bad if it gets hold of Faith..."

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I had a really cool thought about Buffy and relationships while I was in there though, which I think I'll have to work into The Chosen.

A common thread in each of her big relationships (Angel, Riley, Spike) is that when she tells them she loves them, they don't believe her.

Well Angel does, but he doesn't think she loves him enough. When he leaves, it's despite her telling him over and over that she loves him enough that him being a vampire and them not being able to do "normal" things doesn't matter. He doesn't believe her, and so leaves.

Riley tells Buffy during their big pre-him-leaving fight, that when she says she loves him, he "doesn't feel it". His disbelief in her and her words causes him to leave.

Then there's Spike. Final episode, Buffy finally tells him that she loves him. "No you don't. But thanks for saying it." And then he dies.

At this point in Buffy's life, there are a lot of reasons why Buffy wouldn't want a relationship in my opinion. But not the least of which is the fact that she MUST be able to answer the question of why none of these guys she loves ever believe her? (Even if you don't think she did love Spike, to Buffy I doubt that would matter -- HE didn't believe her EITHER [and how dare he not believe me, by the way!]).

It's a concept I just managed to sort out (in the shower, of course), and I don't think it's an "obvious" connection, but I do think it's an extremely valid one. I think before I'm done, I'll have to work this into the story somehow. And not resolve it, because I don't think it's easily resolved, and I think it's an issue outside the scope of what I'm trying to do, but I think the issue should be raised.

Season 9 Episode Ideas

Episode where everybody speaks in rhymes. Possible reintroduction for Faerie character?

De-aging episode, Giles' 50th birthday. Courtesy of Ethan Rayne. ("Many Happy Returns"?) Zaps Giles, Willow, Buffy and Xander back to four or five or so, leaving Tara, Faith and Dawn to look after them.

Episode dealing with the murderers in the group: Faith, Willow and Giles. Finch's son/daughter hunts down Faith to (confront? get revenge?) for his death. Sub-plots for Willow/Warren and Giles/Ben. Interesting to note that Faith is the only one who has ever shown any regret for her murder.

Herculean labors parallel. Xander? ("Labor Day"?)

Seven deadly sins with each main character embodying one of the sins? The one least like themselves?

Buffy: Greed

Willow: Sloth

Xander: Pride

Giles: Envy

Tara: Wrath

Dawn: Lust

Faith: Gluttony

Some other Slayer in the past, fighting an enemy that arises today. The gang have to read through the old Watcher's diaries to learn about him and how she defeated it. Shows this old Slayer and her Watcher via flashback. Maybe our Big Bads?

The characters get sent into Faerie Tales where they're forced to sort of act out the tales they're in.

Inanimate creation of some sort (puppet like) who makes other inanimate objects come to life. Specifically mannequins, by switching them out for real people. Some Scoobies, of course, fall victim to this.

Xander getting set up on blind dates. Amusing segment where Xander explains to date after date about what happened to his eye, each reason becoming more and more outlandish. Finally he just gives up and tells the truth - "It was gouged out by a crazy preacher man." The date laughs: "You're so funny!" Could end with Xander getting fixed up with the girl we introduced in S8 and possibly have seen a few times since then - Xander's love interest.

Revisit ideas: nameless, faceless army for the good guys, what are we doing with our army?

Tara dealing with family issues. Why am I back? Madrigan as new father.

Banan the collector

Alt world where Core4 seen like 4 horsemen (Title: "The Four"?)

Conversation where some characters are guessing who would've been the next successor to the Slayer line.

"Other side" episode with dead characters

Buffy/Dawn ep about Buffy's role in Dawn's life. Seeing the others intreract with her, wondering what her place is in Dawn's life. Parallel with flashbacks about VS and her sister. Starts with Buffy finding Grip and Dawn making out, leads to Buffy giving Dawn "the talk" and failing miserably. ("Sometimes, after you and a guy ...... they CHANGE.") Dawn learns nothing, goes to Tara from there, who knows nothing about having sex with a guy, but is supportive and encouraging. Buffy overhears and then begins to try to find how she fits into Dawn's life. We learn at the end that although B/D are vastly different from the VS and her sis, the bond is still just as strong.

Willow (and Tara) meeting up with Willow's parents again.

Big Bads

Vampires, return to the simpler times a bit. Not apocalyptic, but personal. Female vamp with a real mad-on for Buffy. Pissed because Buffy failed to save her? Also possibly some sort of vampire army. Fem is a modern-day Sun Tzu, right hand to this guy in charge of everything.

Addition (3Jul04): After some discussion, we're leaning toward making the femvamp a Slayer who was turned waaaay the heck back when. Possibly held or captured by some other vampire later on in life, and she was released by the head of the army, thus earning her allegiance. Maybe she's Japanese and thus very honourable? If we take her from 1600 or 1700's Japan, that might work out well. Might also give added weight to why her soul has no bearing on halting her quest for vengeance - honor demands that her sister's death be avenged. Possible imagery: maybe she was tortured by whoever held her? The mental image of big ol' cross scar over her eye is intriguing.

Season 9 Episode Chart

Notes

Need to work out (soon!) everybody's hell stuff so it can be incorporated into earlier episodes.

Willow versus hacker vamp idea. Why? What's at stake? Possible fill for humour ep at 9x16?

Corollary: Replot Willow's arc through S9 and possibly into S10.

Get new prophecy for Giles.

Work in at least one other prophecy stanza this season. Important to figure out soon. Who, when, how?

** This was a chart which doesn’t translate well to Tumblr, so I’ll break the cells apart and show column separation with ||

Updated - 22 June 2005

Ep # || Monster/Conflict || Plot Developments || Focus

9x01 || Vamps || Buffy kills Hitakno || Group

9x02 || Dante || Faith comes home || Faith

9x03 || Slone || Sunnydale HS reunion in LA || Group

9x04 || Vamps/Demons || Yuugana arrives in Trillium, Xander quits the Council || Xander

9x05 || Belastung || Tara goes home. || Tara

9x06 || Ethan || Giles birthday, Scoobies regressed || Giles

----------------- NOT YET AIRED -----------------

9x07 || Slayer || Demon girl on run from Slayer. Buffy and Slayer at moral odds. Dawn key powers awaken fully. || Buffy/Dawn

9x08 || Amy || Amy cashes in on Willow's debt. (Fake) Buffy accompanies. || Willow

9x09 || D'Hoffryn || Xander makes a wish that Anya hadn't died. || Xander

9x10 || The Furies || The Furies drive Finch's child to revenge. While they're here, they decide to spread the love. || Faith/Giles

9x11 || ??? || Funny episode - Camping trip? || Group(??)

9x12 || Yuugana || Faith visits Hazel's parents (Xander accompanies). Upon return to Trillium, is attacked and nearly killed by Yuugana. || Faith/Xander

9x13 || Yuugana/General || Sister's parallel. Buffy and Dawn, Yuugana and Hitanko. Yuu's backstory. General arrives, drains Willow and Dawn. || Yuugana/Buffy

9x14 || Yuugana/General || Buffy insists that the gang re-ensoul Yuugana. They do so; it makes no difference. Buffy attacked, put in coma. || Buffy/Group

9x15 || Antediluvian || In an effort to save Buffy, Tara, Xander, Dawn and Kennedy go in search of Ruth, and the Antediluvian. || Tara/Group

9x16 || ??? || Funny episode - ??? || Willow(??)

9x17 || The General || The General's plans come to fruition. || Group

9x18 || Giles' Demon || A demon Giles thought defeated years ago comes back to continue their arrangement. || Giles

9x19 || 7 Sins || The Seven Sins are unleashed on the Scoobies. || Group

9x20 || The General/Yuugana || The General releases Yuugana and they formulate a new plan involving Dawn. Yuugana kills the General and takes Dawn as bait. || Group(?)

9x21 || Yuugana || Part 1. Yuugana takes Dawn into the Private Hell place where she was recently kept. The Scoobies must follow. || Group

9x22 || Yuugana || Part 2. The Scoobies fight their way through their personal hell. Buffy vs Yuugana. || Group

Original Chart

** “VS” stands for “vampiric slayer”, so Yuugana before she had a name.

Ep # || Monster/Conflict || Plot Developments || Focus

9x01 || Vamps || Buffy kills the VS's sister || Group

9x02 || Serial killer || Faith comes home??

9x03 || ?? || Sunnydale HS reunion in LA || ??/Group(?)

9x04 || ?? (vamps?) || VS arrives in Trillium || ??/Group(?)

9x05 || ?? || Tara goes home. VS denied immediate revenge. || Tara

9x06 || Amy || Amy collects on debt. Wants Will to help her get a book. || Willow/Buffy

9x07 || Ethan Rayne || Giles birthday/regression || Giles

9x08 || Doc || Dawn & Doc - Key powers fully awoken || Dawn

9x09 || Finch's child (furies?) || Murderers haunted by past || Faith (lesser: W, G)

9x10 || D'Hoffryn || Xander's wish (Anya) || Xander

9x11 || VS/?? || Sister's parallel episode || Buffy/Dawn

9x12 || Monster in woods || Camping trip (Tara and blade of grass) || Group

9x13 || VS || Buffy vs. VS -- VS ensouled, Buffy drained || Buffy

9x14 || VS minions(?) || Buffy injured. Group goes after Antediluvian || Tara/Group

9x15 || ?? || "Labor Day" (Kenn still around) || Xander

9x16 || artifact || 7 Deadly Sins || Group

9x17 || Computer Program || Willow and the computer program || Willow

9x18 || ?? || Faith visits Hazel's parents || Faith/Xander

9x19 || Demon || Demon that's possessed Giles. Comes every 10(?) years. || Giles

9x20 || General || Fight with General - General loses || Group

9x21 || Demon Dimension || Four Horsemen ("Four"?) [Abortive attempt by VS to separate Buffy from her strongest allies?] || B/W/X/G

9x22 || VS || Big battle -- Buffy vs. VS || Buffy/Group

Yuugana

need: how does Buffy come to believe what she does about Yuu? Conversation beforehand? Difficult. Why doesn't Yuu just kill her? Could make threat, but then Buffy is gambling with everyone, and makes no sense why Yuu nearly kills Buffy later. (Especially as threat will come when Buffy falls unconscious.)

Buffy must be able to draw conclusions ahead of time. Paint picture of Yuu that Buffy will be privvy to. Draw parallels b/w Buffy's life and Yuugana's life. Buffy will internalize.

NEED: When/How will gang find out that she is Yuugana? When will this name be dropped? How? May be good if we can draw General as being very, very powerful. They're afraid of him. Getting Yuu on their side would be huge in fighting him.

Idea: General nearly kills Dawn, draining key powers. Yuu saves her. Buffy thinks it is because Yuu knows what it's like to lose a sister. In truth, Yuu isn't ready for Dawn to die yet - that will be the most painful blow of all.

buffy believes -- utterly believes -- that Yuugana will be good if given her soul. Spike was good, Angel was good ... maybe all vampires can do good if given the chance? Who is she to be judge, jury and executioner?

Internalized: this could be me. What would I do if someone killed Dawn?

** I found two sets of Season 9 character arc notes. The first set are what I think what I was mainly working from, but I’m not 100%.

Character Emotional/Plot Arcs – Season 9

Season Theme: Consequences

Buffy

Will be target of the Big Bad’s wrath as a consequence of killing the BB’s sister early in the season. Buffy’s primary emotional arc will be in the realization that every action, even the most seemingly natural or inconsequential, has far-reaching repercussions, that affect not just Buffy but those she loves.

Willow

Willow’s emotional arc returns to one that was never resolved or given enough attention (or mangled thanks to magic=crack) – control issues. Throughout Willow’s history on BtVS, she’s exhibited time and again a deep NEED to control the things around her. Her need for this never changed, save for her becoming so paranoid she was afraid to breath for fear of killing everyone in S7. Her catalyst for these deep-seeded emotional problems re-emerging stem from a few basic changes. 1) Tara’s back, and Willow doesn’t think she can take losing her again. 2) The Big Bad has made things very, very personal. And Willow remembers only too well what happened last time a Big Bad vampire took things personal. 3) This Big Bad is smart. Really smart. In some ways, even smarter than Willow. And for all the enemies they’ve faced, Will’s never had to go against someone who’s been able to out think her before. And she freaks.

We’re going to have to be careful with this one, though, because we don’t want a return to “Willow Uses Way Too Much Magick” again. We’re therefore going to have to find others ways in which Willow exercises that control trigger finger. Her computer skills could certainly help out to a degree, as well as her smarts, but we’re going to have to be careful. We definitely don’t want a rehash of S6’s problems. Willow is – or very much should be – wiser than that now. And while Will has sort of always had a bad case of “the ends justify the means”, we don’t want a rehash. So care is needed.

We could help to show this by maybe having Willow do something like casting a really powerful protection spell that somehow backfires. What will be vitally important here is taking care to make it very clear that Willow isn’t relying on magick for every little thing (no spells for decoration or closing curtains) … the magick is simply her most powerful tool for keeping everyone safe. This should NOT be about black magick, but about a need for control.

NOTE (4Jul04): After discussions, will probably meld Will's character arc with the fact that Buffy and others (Tara and Giles probably excepted) don't fully appreciate or realize the pressures they put on Willow to come up with the answers and be the big gun, while simultaneously not wanting her to go too far. Magick is bad, except when they need it. They don't accept their own consequences for the actions they push her toward. This still feeds into Willow's character flaws above - her need to protect everyone, to be the best, to keep the nasty stuff at bay.

Xander

Xander, being the human element, will have the root of his emotional arc derive from one of the most basic of human desires: to live forever. Not in the biologically immortal sense, but by wanting to live on long after he’s died. Xander realizes that of all his friends, he is the one that history is least likely to remember. The odds on him being studied in school centuries from now are next to nothing. Buffy will be recalled as the world’s most successful Slayer. Willow as the witch whose spell changed the world. Giles as the founder of the new Watcher’s Council (and new world order?) Any history mentioning Willow is almost guaranteed to include Tara as well. Dawn and her Key potential is fascinating and going to be mentioned … but Xander? There’s nothing so remarkable about Xander, he feels, and thus begins his quest to somehow ensure his own immortality to history.

This might somehow be triggered by the emergence of a new sort of threat. With Slayers all over the world, there’s absolutely no way that NOBODY is going to notice them. Even if people in the Buffyverse have shown time and again that they’ll simply ignore what they either can’t or are unwilling to understand (gang related, PCP), not everybody is so willing to pull down the veil. Thus begins the emergence of a conspiracy theorist, someone who somehow has managed to trace his story to Slayer Central. In doing so, he somehow manages to put a level of importance on each of the Scoobies … except Xander. Which stings.

Xander would eventually come to realize that while history may not remember him, those he loves certainly will, and when all’s said and done, that’s enough for him.

Giles

Giles’ arc will come out of an inevitability – his age. One of the earliest episodes will be reflecting on the fact that Giles is now 50. He’s done such a good job with the Council that much of the bureaucracy continues without his direct involvement. He’s not really keen on that side of things anyway, so he’s not sorry to see it go. But what he does want to do instead is get into the thick of things physically. But, unfortunately, he simply can’t anymore, and it’s a lesson he very much doesn’t want to learn. Giles will ultimately come to realize, however, that while he can’t swing a sword to match the Slayer, what he DOES have is his incredible mind, which will certainly be put to great use in the confrontations with the Sun Tzu-like Big Bad. The fight could not be won without Giles’ intellectual input.

Tara

Tara will spend much of her arc wondering about her place. When she was alive, she had some difficulty in fitting in. And it wasn’t until just before her death that she really started to come into her own. A year and a half has passed now, however, and things and people have changed. Tara aspires to be more than just an extension of Willow, and as voiced in “Family”, she wants very much to feel useful to the Scoobies.

But Tara’s need to find where she fits extends beyond simply within the Scoobs. Tara has a very definite sense of nature and balance, and her being brought back from the dead is something of an abhorrence to her. She can’t quite shake the feeling that in order for her to have been brought back, something had to go out in her place to keep the balance. What that may have been disturbs her beyond words.

How exactly these issues become resolved is currently unclear. Tara should certainly remain the moral and emotional center of the Scoobies. She has more power now, but power was always Willow’s contribution, not Tara’s. On the death thing, perhaps something mystical helps her? Maybe the big Wicca chick we bring in at the end of S8 can help somehow? Show that Tara’s coming back was, in its own way, as natural as her passing was UNnatural. Her return is, in and of itself, a righting of the scales.

Dawn

This is a big year for Dawn. She’s a senior in high school. She’s turning 18. She’s becoming an adult. Oh, yeah, and she’ll finally figure out that she’s got all those Key powers still. Dawn’s story will be about transitions. From childhood to adulthood, from being just a normal (as normal as she could be) girl to having all those powers as the Key and whatever that implies for her. We will also need to decide this year where Dawn’s going to college (her awakening Key powers could be a good excuse to keep her local).

Faith

Faith’s story is going to be about guilt. Hazel’s death at the end of the previous season happened right before we ended the whole thing, so at that point we will have gotten to see precious little carryover. This is the time to dwell on that. Faith would feel tremendous guilt over Hazel’s death – Faith is the one who recruited Hazel, who brought her there. She was Hazel’s mentor, and Hazel sacrificed herself for Faith. We don’t want to retread over the “do I belong here?” line, since we’re dealing with that in S8, but Faith should certainly be questioning whether or not she should be leading little girls into dangerous battles. It’s one thing for Faith to risk her life night after night, but another entirely to be responsible for the lives and deaths of others. Unsure how this will resolve, but it seems the logical arc for Faith given the closing of the previous season.

Big Bad

NOTE: We’re going to have to come up with a really good reason why Willow just doesn’t ensoul the vamp chick … or she does and it makes no difference at all. Could be an interesting commentary about vampires and souls. Hm.

The more we’re discussing this, the more we’re liking this idea. The notion of souls in the Buffyverse has always been sort of hazy at best. Loosely, they seemed to be of the opinion that getting a soul somehow made you good … but there are countless number of humans in the world (and the Buffyverse – look at Warren) who are human and, one therefore assumes, have a soul. Yet they are still capable of great evil. Even more so than some demons that they encounter. So despite however neat and pat Buffy likes to make it sometimes, a soul does NOT automatically mean that someone is going to be good. And maybe that throws her for a hell of a loop. Willow ensouls the BB, but it doesn’t make one bit of difference. Vengeance is, after all, as much a human emotion as anything else, and the BB still wants Buffy to suffer horribly for what she’s done. At most, the BB may feel some measure of guilt for the people that she’s had to kill over the past 300 or 400 years (however long she’s been vamped), but as it turns out, she doesn’t. She looks at it with the detached, cold impracticality possessed by Slayers – she did what she had to in order to survive. Maybe she wasn’t a fan of torture (we’re painting her very logical and such, so this should work okay), and simply did what she needed to. The Slayer in and of itself is very predatorial and most definitely a survivor – there’s not necessarily much difference between them, and this will further demonstrate that fact.

This could also further add to Willow’s continued feeling of being out of control. This SHOULD have worked and didn’t.

Season 9 Character Arcs

Buffy:

Buffy's arc will deal with a continuing gray area between what is good and what is evil. What is a soul really? Does having a soul make you good by default? The vampiric Slayer will prove that's not necessarily the case. Additionally, Buffy will be trying to sort out a few things about her life. What does she ultimately want to do? She could very well be the first Slayer in history to die of old age. Does she want to be involved with that all her life, or does she want more? Would Buffy maybe like to return to school? (Might be fun to have her and Tara going back to school together.) Around midway point, Buffy is nearly drained to death by vamp Slayer, she must rely on others to take care of her - doesn't always have to be the strong one.

Willow:

Willow will come to the realization that her magick is of no use against the Big Bad this year. What is Willow without her magick? What else can she contribute? Progressively, other things may fail as well, so that Willow is systematically deconstructed and having to find her true purpose and how she can contribute outside of her raw power.

Xander:

Xander will explore his roles this season. He's said that he won't be forgotten or shoved aside, so then the question becomes, how will he contribute? It's up to Xander to answer this question. He tries his hand at a variety of roles - maybe a Watcher, maybe a husband (though he's already "failed" at that one). Come the end, he realizes that his role is support, and it's the role he's always fallen into naturally.

Giles:

Giles is pulling away from the others. He's beginning to see the Slayers as nameless, faceless people. He realizes that he'll have to sacrifice them - and some part of himself - again at some point in the future, so he's subconsciously distancing himself from the pain. He's slowly becoming the Old Council. Comes to realize that while he may have to distance himself from the body as a whole, it doesn't mean he shouldn't have any attachments at all. And that he can be those two people - the one that can love them, but still sacrifice them for the greater good if necessary (which will work, as Giles will ultimately sacrifice himself, NOT for the greater good but because he doesn't want them to die). ** Which may be a good time to point out that I was going to kill Giles next season, kisses.

Tara:

Tara's quest this year will be for her place. She's died and come back, but this isn't "right". There is a balance in things, and she feels she's upset that balance. She'll explore her past and her family to find out why, in a grander sense, she's back and how she fits in now.

Tara and Willow:

Tara discovers that Willow has somewhat enshrined her as a result of her death and return. Willow caves to Tara almost constantly, and it's beginning to affect them both, but Willow can't bring herself to fight with Tara as a result of what happens every time they fight. She doesn't want Tara to go away again. They must fight, they have to learn that it's okay. Tara pushes it with Willow and makes it happen. Maybe when Tara goes to visit her family, that's the catalyst.

Dawn:

Dawn becomes victim of the time-old adage, "be careful what you wish for". She's always wanted to be a Scooby, but now that's beginning to conflict with her other desire to be a regular teenaged girl and her other big desire: to be an adult. All these worlds are colliding and Dawn's not sure which is more important. Blows off Scooby things for friend-things sometimes. Blows off friend-things for Scooby-things.

Re Grip: They're getting closer, but she keeps having to put off things with him due to Scooby situations. Grip notices and (kindly) confronts her, wondering if she really just doesn't want to see him anymore but doesn't know how to tell him. When he finds out about the baddies, he'll back away, needing time to process. Poor Dawnie.

Faith:

Faith will spend the season getting back onto the redemptive path she's been on for years. She doesn't feel bad that she killed Judith and is wondering what the means (somewhat like when her mother died). She'll learn that just because she's stumbled doesn't mean she's fallen. She begins in England, hiding out from Trillium. Thinking she should go solo, it was easier when she didn't have anyone else to worry about. Doesn't want to go back, but Kennedy pushes her. Once back, Faith avoids everyone. Should Giles maybe get Faith into therapy?

Buffy agitated that Faith isn't really being punished. Faith points out that a lot of people around Buffy are killers and they've never been punished either. Buffy needs things black and white, Faith is another shade of grey and it's getting harder and harder for her to do her job.

Xander gets to the heart of things too much, and Faith doesn't want to deal with that. Finally it's Willow who lets Faith know that there's someone who DOES understand. It's the first step in getting Faith back into things, but she still doesn't want to teach.

Maybe at some point in the season, Faith takes off? If so, Xander should probably pursue. (Might tie in nicely to Xander's "what's my role?" arc. Perhaps he has a job interview or something that he can't miss out on that will further define him, but he misses it because he has to help Faith, and that's the choice he makes) Could be where Hazel's death gets resolved. Goes to Hazel's house and parents for that?

Faith's murder issue will probably come to a head when she's face-to-face with Finch's child. Kid wants revenge, and Faith understands that. States how it won't make anything better, but gives up and says that if s/he wants it so bad, just take it. S/he doesn't, of course, which would probably disappoint Faith to a degree.

Maybe show Faith just starting to teach again at the end of the season, rather than some big culmination. Maybe she's forced into it when the VS keeps the other Slayers occupied? Buffy would be elsewhere at the time.

The Big Bad

** These are some of my earliest notes, as reflected in how I’m using my placeholder names like “Dark Coven”. A lot of it deals with what happened in S8, but it outlines the larger arc, which would have come to a head in S10.

What the Bad Guys Want

The Dark Coven is seeking to reawaken The Old Ones. As per Giles in “Welcome to the Hellmouth", the Old Ones were driven out when the lost their "purchase" on this reality. The last vestiges of the Old Ones fed on a human, mixed their blood, and created the first vampire. This proves that humans were around during the time of the Old Ones. He also states that vamps, demons and some magicks are leftovers from the time of the Old Ones.

The Dark Coven is a group that has been around since the time of the Old Ones. They are in allegiance with them, and are currently seeking to free them. In their current incarnation, they are very, very close (comparatively speaking). The Old Ones are sealed away somewhere by a series of extremely intricate locks, well nigh impenetrable. But they actually are already well on their way to opening them.

More than anything else, the DC is a master of manipulation with OODLES of patience. They've been working on freeing the Old Ones since their imprisonment. As is eventually revealed, they have been twisting events with the Scoobies for years, bringing them to the point where the Old Ones are ready to be freed.

When the Old Ones Roamed

They were, quite simply, lords of their domain. They are few in number, but unfathomably powerful. As with many nigh-omnipotent beings, however, they became bored and complacent. They began to tinker with things and began creating demons, unleashing them on the world. The demons, however, were little more than slaves, and no matter how evil, nothing much likes being enslaved. The demons, together with humans (quite possibly including the Shadow Men from "Get it Done") were able to ensnare the Old Ones -- you can't kill them, but they were imprisoned. Once the Old Ones were gone, their power slowly vanished, diminishing their partners/lackies/etc. (like the DC), and leaving the created demons and humans to fight over the rest of the land.

Season 6 Manipulation

The DC, although powerful, are themselves, collectively, unable to open the remaining locks (if they could ever open any at all). However they soon discovered one girl, Willow Rosenberg, who had the innate ability to channel the energies necessary to set things into motion. She just needed the right motivation to get the power.

Exactly how far their manipulation into these events goes, we don't know. What is for certain is that they fixed it so that Tara would be shot and killed by Warren's stray bullet. (The reasoning for this idea: there's absolutely no way the bullet could have possibly killed Tara in the way it did. Warren was in the backyard, running away and shooting upwards. Tara was standing by the bedroom window on the second story. The bullet shot through the glass, and through her, at no angle at all. Obviously in-show this was done for dramatic purposes, but they left a door open for outside creative interpretation and I’m going through it.)

As they knew it would, this prompts Willow to become hell-bent on revenge and absorb enough power to destroy the world. She goes to Kingman's Bluff, raises the effigy of Proserpexa, and begins to funnel her energies into it. Had she done this enough, she would have raised one of the Old Ones herself (or Proserpexa could have take the next step in unlocking one of the doors), however Xander interceded and saved Willow before this could happen.

NOTE: Perhaps Xander's interception is what was actually needed here? I always found it interesting that he completely blocked and seemingly absorbed all that power Willow was throwing at the effigy without even blinking. Was this maybe super-charging him for something? Could this maybe be key to what they will need to save him from later on? (S10 stuff.)

The Proserpexa angle maybe have been removed, but the DC didn't mind -- Willow had now unlocked enough of the power within herself to open another lock.

Season 7 Manipulation

This stems from a whole lot of S7 never really standing up to much scrutiny. Take, for example, the scythe. Caleb and the First spend SO much time and energy in uncovering the scythe, claiming to know how very important it was to NOT allow Buffy & Co. to get it -- when if they hadn't even been trying to get it, Buffy wouldn't have ever known it was there. This in and of itself seems to make ZERO sense, particularly since it never seemed to be that the First could use the scythe himself -- it was all about keeping it from the Slayer. So, very stupid to not only sit on the darned thing, but to ACTIVELY BRING YOUR ENEMIES TO IT (the "trap" in "Dirty Girls" leads Buffy and the Slayers to the vineyard, They never would have bothered going there otherwise).

My reasoning: The First is also an Old One. And he set his plan up specifically to fail. He himself is immortal, he cannot die. And he doesn't really give a crap about ubervamps and Bringers. Their plan all along was to make the Scoobies unleash the scythe to awaken all the Slayers.

Why? As mentioned in "Get it Done", there is a well of Slayer power. That well is usually filled nearly to capacity. It was, after all, only being used by Buffy, and then Faith. The fact that the emergence of a second Slayer did nothing to diminish either's power indicates that it's not shared on that kind of level. In addition, the awakening of all the Slayers at the end of "Chosen" didn't seem to cause any sort of power drain. Instead, we theorize that the well is deep, but has a finite capacity. When Willow did the spell, she in essence pulled the stopper on the well and drained it dry. This well, however, happens to be one of the keys to freeing the Old Ones, and once it drops to a certain level, the "door" that it locks is open.

Moving on -- The Chosen

When Slayers die now, one is not called in their place. There is a finite number of Slayers in the world now. When they die, their Slayerness returns to the well. Only once it reaches a certain level (presumably it's "default" state, pre-spell) will the "natural" process resume. The DC obviously don't want this to happen, as once it "refills" to a certain point, the door will close again. Hence their working with the Assemblage of Merodoch (previously, "Dark Council"); by harnessing and funneling the Slayerness into an already existing Slayer, it does not return to the well, hence no refill.

But that isn't the only reason the DC are working with the Assemblage. The AoM also has another key: an angel that they're keeping chained up in the deepest sublevel of their headquarters. This angel has, perhaps, been around as long as the Old Ones themselves. Perhaps he even aided in imprisoning them. He was captured shortly thereafter, however, and has remained that way ever since (we're talking pretty close to pre-recorded history here, as long as the Slayer line has been in existence, possibly longer).

Idea: The angel can only be freed by a descendant of one who imprisoned him in the first place. Maybe a Giles?

He is a key -- maybe something he says? His true name, perhaps? The DC want him, but the AoM have him and won't give him up. They have said, however, that once Order is restored to the world, they will provide the DC with the means to do whatever they need to do with him. The DC is okay with this -- they're currently getting something from the Council (someone to alert them to the need to funnel Slayer energy and someone to keep all that tiresome business together while they focus on the really important stuff).

Like good ol' Willow Rosenberg.

They call Willow "The Sangerand" ("the bloody"), and they should absolutely not be done with her yet. Willow's independent further role, we don't yet know, but she commands their greatest amount of attention. Her, and Tara. ("The Curat", or "the pure"?)

When they resurrect Tara, it is ostensibly under the guise of killing Willow. However the true reason is to fulfill Tara's part of this prophecy (which includes her death, resurrection and making the choice to not kill Willow), possibly including the sharing of power that Willow will need to do to save them.

Thinking on it, it would be cool to have each Scooby play an important role somehow in all of this. Sort of like their being together in this way was a fated thing. "The Chosen" indeed.

**ADDENDUM** I really like this idea of each Scooby playing a particular role. This could still lead up to the eventual death of Giles, which in and of itself will provide the beginnings of the Coven's downfall. They do whatever they're doing to Xander, which will kill him - but that won't matter because his role in unlocking the door will be done. Will is going to be doing the spell to save him, which will kill her in turn, but that's okay too because her part is also played in releasing the Old Ones. Giles, however, has NOT yet done his part, and he completely surprises everyone when he takes Willow's place, thereby saving both Will and Xander. This totally throws the Coven for a loop, though obviously they must still be able to do what they need to without Giles, else their plans are over with right then and there. It's crucial that his sacrifice NOT be part of the DC's plans, else it takes away from its poignancy.

Will need some sort of prophecy-type thing detailing what is needed to be done to release the Old Ones. Should be nice and vague, but with meaning once you figure it out.

Scooby Designations

Willow: The Sangerand ("the bloody")

Tara: The Curat ("the pure")

Xander: The Vedere ("the sight"), The Asar ("all-seeing eye") -- "The Baani" ("The Architect" - Urdu)

Buffy: The Kusari ("the chain"), The Revenire ("the returned"), The Gula or The Bau ("Lady Who the Dead Bring Back to Life")

Giles: The Verhaal ("the history"), The Shoukin/The Infria, ("redemption"), The Shin'ar ("Land of the Watchers")

Faith: ("the dark"), ("the restrained"), ("the wild")

Dawn: ("the cherished"), ("the gateway"), ("the portal"), ("the key")

The Prophecy

Opening Quatrain

Buffy :: The Trimarga :: Three Path A heartbeat thrice begun A death mark thrice given All roads lead to the town of three When her spilled blood shall spill again

Willow :: The Sangerand :: The Bloody Blood flowing, blood taken Forces awoken, decline and ascent Blood given, life exchanged Freely, she will fall

Xander :: The Baani :: The Builder Grief and rage, life's destruction Mind and body, life's cohesion Heart and spirit, life's devotion Melding, merging; essence anew

Giles :: The Tezan :: The Way Forger of paths, the first and his kin The demon wields the plague of black Summoner, banisher Pierce the barrier, paths renewed

Tara :: The Curat :: The Pure Birth and rebirth, the cycle complete Connected to evil, untainted Power innate and power borrowed Through the light she will free the ancient one

Dawn :: The Amelatu :: The Gatekeeper Living energy made flesh and form Younger in life, older than death Truth altered, life shed And the walls will fall

The Slayer Well Solitary hunter, night's enemy She alone will stand When the well is drained and strength is shared One becomes Many

Closing Quatrain And so it is written Seven locks hold fast The masters expelled, the world cleansed Until the Chosen play their part

Seven keys for seven locks From the first to fall, five score and one If all locks turn, the door lay open And the Old Ones shall reclaim the Earth

Buffy: The Trimarga ("three path" :: the triple path of Knowledge [jnanayoga], Devotion [bhaktiyoga] and Action [karmayoga]). Three times her heart has started beating, three times she's been marked by a vampire (Angel, Dracula and the Vamp Slayer [yet to happen) and in town of threes(??). Something to do with blood - some of it needed to open the lock. Blood of a Slayer is already potent, and Buffy's was obviously enough to close the portal in place of Dawn.

Willow: The Sangerand ("the bloody"). Willow will cast a blood-sacrifice spell, that will enable her to willingly exchange her life for another. It has to be this spell based upon how Mads and the others are killing Xander. Very, very powerful, only she can do it. The flow of the energies will open the lock.

Xander: The Baani ('the builder"). Xander is the "incuabator" for two very powerful magicks. They don't impact him directly, but it is his nature - his very self - that will enable them to merge within him to create something new. The first blast came from Willow on Kingman's Bluff. The second, from the orb destroyed in "Win, Lose or Draw". Madrigan will take Xander around the mid-point of S10 to extract the magicks from him. It will kill him in the process, but that's of little concern.

Giles: The Tezan ("the way"). Giles' role is to obtain a ring that has been in his family for generations upon generations. Unknown to those recently, the jewel of the ring actually contains a demon - a demon that was the original cause of the Black Plague in the 1330's. Giles' ancestor, a powerful warlock for the Council, was the first human to pierce the barrier between this dimension and a demon dimension where he summoned a demon and bound it to his service. The demon was sent to China, where it was supposed to take out a group of other demonic creatures trying to open a Hellmouth there. It did indeed do that, but not before starting the plague. The Council, rather than destroy the ring and banish the creature, said "We'll control it better next time." The ring's purpose was eventually lost,. Giles is supposed to release and then banish the demon, again piercing the dimensional barrier and opening that lock. ** He dies instead, sacrificing himself to save both Willow and Xander. Oops.

Tara: The Curat ("the pure"). Tara's lock will open upon her freeing the Antediluvian. The Antediluvian is an angelic creature that was captured by Robespierre's ancestors. Its imprisonment means the lock is sealed - its freedom opens it. Tara is able to free it due to her lineage as a witch, her purity of spirit, her completed cycle of birth and rebirth, and (by binding with Willow) her immense white magick power creating the necessary conditions. Ruth, Tara's grandmother or great-grandmother, was also thought at one time to have been the Curat, but was not. However she does recognize the qualities within Tara. (Perhaps the Antediluvian, despite its imprisonment being a good thing, can do great good if it's released?) ** Later in S9, Tara and Co. would have freed the Antediluvian to save Buffy after Yuugana’s attack.

Dawn: The Amelatu ("the gatekeeper"). Dawn herself is able to open the lock. Not a lot of detail here. We'll need to sort out somehow or another that Dawn will do this ... or perhaps she already has? There seems to be little better time for Dawn to have opened the necessary lock than when all the dimensional walls were coming down.

Additional Lock: The well of Slayer power being drained. This was done by Willow in S7, but is not Willow's specific key.

Additional Info: Once any lock falls, there is a "timer" of 100 years for the rest to fall, or they all lock again.

** It may not escape notice that Faith is not part of this prophecy. That became by design, not oversight. I loved how this idea of “The Chosen” worked into the larger series theme, but I also hate the ideas of fate and destiny being controlling factors. Faith was going to be my argument against all that. When all the prophecy pieces were revealed, Faith would (rather defeatedly in her Faith way) note that she had no part to play. But she is the embodiment of being Chosen, as the characters choose to have Faith by their side and fuck prophecy anyway. Their unreserved acceptance of Faith, and Faith’s acceptance of THAT, would have been the culmination of her character arc in S10 (and my series).

S10 Ideas

Something to do with tarot cards, with each member maybe being a particular card?

Several characters get thrown back in time to an earlier season. Dawn especially should go, as she wasn't around then.

stained glass idea. couples. Buffy left free. Valentine's day ep.

"The Impossible Dream" - Man of La Mancha lyrics

Faith having conversation with Kendra -- result of illness, injury, or prophetic dream

** An episode I was definitely going to do, but frustratingly can’t find any notes for (making me feel there must be SOMETHING else out there somewhere but fuck me if I know where) had Willow and Tara going to Los Angels and visiting Lorne’s bar, Caritas.

S10 Ending

Everyone ends on a thematic note, their actions in the final battle bringing together 10 years of development:

Giles's sacrifice makes victory possible - by finally following his heart rather than his duty he saves the world.

Xander, by virtue (and surprise) of simply being Xander, strikes the final blow.

Willow succeeds only by keeping herself in check, refusing to break and believing that she can win.

Buffy's victories come from not only sharing herself (mentally to Willow and physically to Faith and Kennedy) but truly, finally, accepting that she's not in this alone.

Dawn makes the sacrifice she was destined to make from the moment she was created.

Tara is the touchstone, giving the strength and support to everyone else and the lifeline that ultimately saves Dawn.

Faith has no greater role handed to her by fate -- but she's here and kicking ass so screw you, fate.

(work on Kennedy, she ends up fighting w/ Buff and Faith, but does she start there? maybe she and Faith start with Tara and Dawn?)

IDEAS

Seneca final battle. He's winning. Standing over Buffy, gloating smile. Then he finally speaks. Something like, "I've waited a long time to--" Then he gets skewered (Faith or Kennedy, maybe both.) He can't say anything else, just gurgle. He dies, and the Slayers stand over him.

Buffy: "Blah blah blah. You know, just once I'd like to meet a bad guy who knows how to keep his mouth shut."

Kennedy: "No lie. Still, I wonder what he was going to say?"

Faith: "Who the hell cares?"

Buffy HAS to be part of final Madrigan fight. She goes initially with Xander and Willow. Xander gets struck down by Mads, seemingly dead. Buffy gets nailed too. Willow needs Buffy to get through this though, and Buff gives Will her strength (flashback to "Same Time Same Place" as well as early Chosen w/ Willow and Buffy being so attuned -- see, not a throw-away plot point! Planned all along!) Leads to good "final" conversation/bonding with them as they search for Madrigan in the mental plane.

Earlier in the season, Madrigan extracting the magick from Xander. Very painful for Xander. Madrigan talking to him though, very chatty, very casual. Xander trying to dig for info, Madrigan clearly seeing through it. He likes the cliche though (exposition while acknowledging how clunky and stupid it is to have exposition here). Mads being real bastard (passively though) to Xander this whole time, noting how Xander isn't even really important in and of himself, it's only what others do with him that counts (maybe include little side wink-nudge point, it's what's inside Xander that matters). Mads ends the conversation by apologizing. "Sorry dude, this has gotta suck for you. Hey, you know what I like to do when I'm down? TV! You like 'Murphy Brown'? I've been Netflixing it." He and Seneca proceed to sit down and watch while Xander is essentially tortured behind them. Mads just turns up the volume.

Season 10 Final Fight

Buffy, Kennedy and Faith will go after Seneca.

Willow and Tara will be walking along in the facility when they're attacked. Tara is thrown away from Willow, who is then going to be caught behind an impenetrable shield with Madrigan. He wants to face her alone on an astral plane of sorts. Tara can't join her. Willow is depowered somewhat as a result of the spell she was casting to save Xander. Madrigan wants to fight her, however. Will surprises him - she thought like him and figured he would do this. As a result, Xander is piggy-backing with her, and she's not alone. Madrigan says that he knows Xander, and Xander won't kill him. He's wrong. X: "He don't know me very well, do he?"

Meanwhile, the door to release the Old Ones is opening and they can't stop it. Or they think they can't. Dawn realizes that she, being the Key, can. She begins to do so, but it's taking so much power, it's essentially killing her. Dawn is reverting to pure energy form. Buffy screams at her, tells her not to, but Dawn says she's spent the past five years wondering - feeling, even - that she should've died on that tower. Now she knows that she wasn't supposed to die, she was supposed to live to do this. "This is the job that I have to do." Buffy can't stop her. Tara fights though, won't let Dawn go. Tara eventually passes out and Dawn disappears. The energy is gone and so is Dawn, but the door is closed and locked again.

Not long after, Buffy goes home. Willow and Xander are with Tara at the hospital (she’s drained but okay). Buffy seems to be alone. She's completely dispirited - Dawn is dead. She enters her room, only to find Dawn there. B: "What are you doing here?" Shades of Dawn's first appearance. Turns out (as we'll learn in the final episode) that Dawn has given up all of her Key powers - for real this time. She is now, completely and utterly, a very real, very normal girl.

** And finally, I give you all with this. It’s a rough sketch of the scene after Giles has died, so would have come about 2/3rd of the way through Season 10. I wrote this in 2004, about a week after the death of my grandfather. I like to think that, if I’d gotten that far, this would have been one of those moments that would have stuck with you. I certainly would’ve tried.

Giles Death Reactions

These are a sequence of silent scenes.

We first see Faith in a darkened training room. She's punching a punching bag.

We're in Giles loft, the lights all dark. The door opens, and Hannah's standing there, on the threshold. She doesn’t enter.

We're in a hospital, private room. There are two beds. The one on the far left contains Xander. He looks gaunt, pale, near death. But breathing. His heart monitor gives a steady readout. Dawn sits next to him, inbetween the two beds. Tears are streaming down her cheeks – simply falling, she's not sobbing. She watches Xander with a fearful, worried expression, then turns to the next bed. There's Willow, also pale and drawn. She doesn't look well either, though not quite as bad as Xander. Tara sits on the other side of the bed, as close to it as she can possibly get. One of Willow's hands is held up in both of hers, Willow's fingers resting on Tara's lips. Tara's eyes are red – she's obviously been crying too. She meets Dawn's gaze. Neither smile.

We're in Giles' office. Buffy is standing in the doorway. Her face is blank.

We're back in the loft, Hannah's position mirroring Buffy's. She walks inside and finds herself drawn toward Giles' stereo system. She runs her hands over the CD collection, full of albums and songs from their past.

Faith's punching of the bag increases. She's venting, her jabs more vicious, more focused. Over her shoulder, we see Kennedy watching.

The hospital. Dawn runs a hand through her hair and wipes her eyes after watching Xander intently. She turns to Willow and watches as Willow opens her eyes and blinks. Dawn watches in surprise, and Willow seems to sense the scrutiny. She turns to Dawn and smiles – just a small smile, a pained one, but it's something. Dawn's face breaks into an expression of pure joy and relief, and she says something. Tara has either been locked in thought or asleep, Willow's hand clutched to her forehead, but her head jerks up at Dawn's words. She focuses on Dawn for the briefest of moments before her eyes go back to Willow. Willow is already looking at her, and she smiles again, a bit stronger this time. Willow says something too, and it causes Tara to laugh. The laugh turns into a sob of relief though, and Tara kisses Willow's hand several times then leans over and kisses her forehead. Will is weak, but is able to give Tara a one-armed hug, kissing her on the cheek, then turning to Dawn and extending her other arm. Dawn is there in a heartbeat, also crying in relief.

Giles' office. Almost trancelike, Buffy moves further into the darkened office, which is lit only by the lamp on the desk. As she walks, her eyes are drawn to things. The rows and rows of books that Giles surrounded himself with. The bookcases that Xander built, not only filled with books but also decorated with knickknacks – various small statues and effigies and an Owl plushie. She looks to the opposite wall, where hangs a variety of pictures, but dominating them all, easily the biggest and with the proudest placement, is a picture of Giles, snapped at a moment none of them were expecting. He was obviously the victim of a random group hug attack – Buffy, Willow, Xander, Tara and Dawn, all hugging him fiercely. Giles has that look on his face where he's trying hard to be annoyed with them, but is secretly loving every moment. Buffy's movement into the office hasn't halted, hasn't slowed from its already snail's pace. She's at the desk now. Bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, she sees a cup of tea, only half-drunk, as though Giles will be returning any moment to finish it. Most prominent, however, are the sealed envelopes on the desk, several of them, each bearing a name. We see Buffy's name on the top one, and can see hints of other's beneath: Willow, Xander, etc. Giles' glasses rest nearby.

Faith is almost in a frenzy of kicks and punches now. Her teeth are clenched and she looks like she wants nothing more than to have the bag turn into the Grim Reaper himself so she can pound the crap out of him. A hand rests on her shoulder, and Faith whirls around to see Kennedy there. Faith looks like she might just start beating the shit out of Kennedy as well, but then Kennedy takes Faith's hand and puts a stake in it. Faith looks down at it questioningly, then looks to Kennedy. Kennedy holds up her own stake. Faith's eyes narrow and she nods, just slightly.

Hannah's by the window in Giles' loft, simply looking out, looking at nothing in particular. She hugs herself and her head drops as she starts to softly cry.

In the hospital room, Willow casts an anxious look at Xander still motionless in his bed. She looks first to Dawn, then Tara, who says something that causes Willow to relax considerably. She smiles, but soon realizes her smiles aren't being returned. She again looks questioningly from one to the other, but neither speak. She's getting really worked up now, scared, and Dawn starts to say something. She doesn't get far, though, before she can't speak any more. Willow turns immediately to Tara, who picks up where Dawn left off. Willow watches, still afraid. Then the fear turns to disbelief. She's starting to cry now and she shakes her head in denial. She looks to Dawn, looking for someone to tell her that what she's heard isn't true, but Dawn can only cry. Willow looks back to Tara again and says something, begging for it not to be true. Tara can only look at her with sympathy and matching pain as Willow dissolves into tears.

Giles office. Buffy is sitting in the corner, her back against the wall, curled in on herself. We can't see her face, but her shaking shoulders tell us all we need to know. She's hugging the Owl plushie for dear life.

CUT TO BLACK

** And that, my friends, is that.

#jw writes stuff #btvs: the chosen #IT TOOK ME LONGER THAN I THOUGHT #and now i'm officially drained and exhausted goodnight

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school sucks as usual, so here’s a little Mark lee fluff to make any crap thing that happened today, yesterday or that is going to happen all better!

Enjoy reading~

“Aw, you guys are so cute together!” You and Mark looked up and over to Johnny who had walked in the room. At the moment Mark was helping you with some of the Korean that you were studying.

“Why are you saying that?” You said to Johnny.

“Because you guys are so cute! You could be a really good couple.” Both you and Mark snickered at that.

“Yeah sure, us dating.” Both of you were under pretty mutual terms and never really considered dating despite you being the same age.

“Johnny, I really have to study so is there some reason why you came in here?” He shook his head, you sighed to that but returned to looking at the book as Mark explained the next word to you. Johnny remained in the room for a bit longer before he turned out with a small giggle. Once he left you and Mark looked to each other.

“What do you think that was about?”

“Nothing, I just think he was watching some drama and he’s all romance filled.” You laughed to Mark and soon you both returned to studying.

Your friendship with Mark was a close one, since you had moved to Korea when you were seventeen, you pretty much knew nothing about the language or the culture, but according to your parents, who arranged to move due to their job, things could be worse. You met Mark when you started to get into Kpop and found NCT, and as a gift your parents explained that they would get you anything you wanted on your first birthday in Korea and you had asked to go to a concert and a fansign event for NCT. It all went pretty smoothly, but soon when you began to work at a store as a summer job having nothing else to do, Mark had saw you and recognized you from the fansign. From there any time he went into the store he’d talk to you, soon you guys realized that you were the same age and since you spoke English it was easier for him to talk to you too. Now here you sat inside of the SM building with him studying up on how to speak and read Korean.

“I can’t take anymore of this!” You shut your book with the pencil inside and threw your head back groaning out. “I never even wanted to learn French back home, but now I have to learn another whole language too?” He chuckled.

“You took French?”

“Yeah, everyone was taking Spanish and my mom knows a little, she said it’s hard… plus French had less classes to complete it, it only had three, Spanish had four!” He laughed to you.

“Well if you need anymore help it’ll have to be the day after tomorrow.”

“Are you filming something?”

“No, recording.” You perked up.

“Spoiler?” He gave you a small smile.

“Just because you know me doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you know things before everyone else.” You sunk back in your chair.

“Fine then.” Mark got up grabbing his jacket, you did as well grabbing your things. “Then you better make this really good.”

“Like our music isn’t good already?” You made a face, “Look that’s not funny,” You laughed.

“I’m kidding, you’re music is awesome okay?” He put on his jacket. “Now go have fun or whatever.” He nodded to you and went in another direction, you went opposite to him and passed by the dorm where Johnny, Doyoung, Taeyong and Ten were. You knew pretty much the basics of Korean so you could speak to them.

“Bye, I’m leaving.” They turned and waved to you.

“See you.” Most of them responded, you kept walking and left out of their dorm. Johnny waited a bit before he spoke up.

“Guys?” They looked to him. “Don’t you think (Y/N) and Mark are cute together?” Doyoung nodded.

“Yeah, they’re both younger and (Y/N) is really nice.”

“No I mean like a couple cute together.” Doyoung laughed a bit.

“You want them to date?” Taeyong asked,

“I mean yeah, think about it: (Y/N) moved here last year, she probably doesn’t have any friends besides us and we’re not really friends she can hang out with normally, they’re like the same age and they have a lot in common! It’s a perfect set up for a couple!”

“So you want them to date because you think they’re good for each other?” Ten said.

“I know it sounds selfish, but I’m just looking out for them. I think it would be good if they got together. They might be really happy together.” Taeyong shrugged.

“I mean, if they like each other than they should, but we shouldn’t force anything.”

“Or they shouldn’t date at all, they’re better as friends.” Doyong said.

“I don’t know, I think it’d be weird for them to date especially since they don’t really know each other yet.”

“That’s the perfect time for dating!” Johnny exclaimed, Taeyong smiled to him.

“Well I think we should let things happen, if they’re meant to be then they’re meant to be. Otherwise we shouldn’t force something.” Johnny sighed knowing he wasn’t going to convince them.

“Aw, you really want them together?” Ten said, Johnny gave him a look as not to say anymore. Ten got it and returned to what he was doing.

...

It was late now and you were sitting in your room aimlessly looking on things on your phone. It was about an hour later when you were about to get off, but instead vapp went off and you saw that NCT was having a live stream. You wondered why it was so late at night, but you still clicked on it and was bombarded at the loud sound of all 18 members screaming. You hurried and turned your phone down, and sighed.

“I swear…” You mumbled to yourself, as you listened to what they were saying now. Part of the reason why you watched these was to understand more Korean and see what you could recognize, it actually helped a lot. You laughed along with the little bit that you did understand while most times you were simply laughing because they were. As you were watching, you were looking at them all but seeing Mark you suddenly thought back to what Johnny had said before. Honestly it was mainly what Mark said in response. It didn’t seem like he was trying to be mean, but something about it bothered you.

I mean you were datable right? Just not with Mark, you guys were friends. You sat on it for a bit and before you knew it they were saying bye on the screen, you sighed and moved on from it. It was late now and you were beyond tired so you turned off your light and got under your sheets to sleep.

Within the next few days you had been studying on your own as Mark’s schedule filled up with various things and appearances he had to do, you didn’t mind and kept yourself busy either by looking at other groups you liked or studying on your own. Your parents were almost never around the house and whenever they were it was pretty normal, nothing too bad or too good. It was late in the afternoon now, your parents wouldn’t be home for another two hours but you always made dinner if they texted asking you to cook, if they didn’t you’d just make something for yourself and call it a night. As you were going to cook your phone went off. You answered without checking who it was.

“Hello?”

“Are you busy right now?” Mark said.

“Well hello to you too, no I’m not busy, what’s up?”

“I’m kind of hungry and everyone else already ate because I got back to late.”

“So I’m your last resort?”

“It’s not like that, come on, I don’t wanna eat alone.” You giggled to his whining.

“Alright, do you wanna go out somewhere?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.”

“Alright, pick the place and we’ll meet there.” Mark told you where to go and you hung up getting your things before leaving out to meet him.

You and Mark met up at a pretty empty place you and him liked to eat at, you had pretty much no idea on what to order since you didn’t eat out as much as you used to, so you put your faith in Mark and had him order something for you. Thankfully the food was good so you asked for another serving. Mark laughed when you did so. You looked to him as the server left.

“Something funny?” You said.

“Yeah, you just ate what Johnny eats in a day for dinner.”

“Okay, it’s not that serious, and who cares? I know I eat a lot.”

“I thought girls cared about how much they ate?”

“Well you thought wrong because I’m not like that. If I’m hungry I eat to fill up.”

“Coming from someone who has to diet most of the time, I wish I could think like that.” You and Mark talked the rest of the afternoon away and by the time your dinner was over he walked with you back to your house. Seeing your apartment in the distance you looked up to where your room was.

“Oh, my parents are back.”

“How can you tell?”

“My dad always forgets to turn off the living room lamp off, it shines right through the window, see?”

“Ah,” He paused, “You don’t talk a lot about your parents, or your family.” You shrugged.

“Why should I? Besides you never ask me.”

“I’m just saying, someone might want to know that stuff about you.”

“Yeah maybe someone I’m spending the rest of my life with, but we’re not even together enough for that to matter.” Mark chuckled awkwardly to that, though you didn’t notice that.

“Well maybe one day we can talk about… stuff like that.” You laughed.

“Okay did you eat something bad? Cause’ you’re starting to sound really weird.”

“It’s weird to worry about a friend?”

“No, but it’s weird to want to know so much about a person's personal life.” You smiled. “Even if it is weird, if you’re that curious one day we’ll talk, it’s just normal boring stuff anyways.” You said. Mark said nothing when you got to a cross road. “Thanks for treating tonight too.” He nodded as you kept walking but turned to walking backward. “Night Mark,” He waved.

“Yeah, see you later.” You smiled and turned normally and walked to your apartment building. Mark watched you for a second now thinking that it was kind of strange for him to be so worried about your personal life like that. He started walking back to the dorm and tried to get his mind somewhere else.

...

Though things weren’t changing, you and Mark both started to feel a bit... differently(?) towards one another. You both understood that it had to have been because of what Johnny said two weeks ago, it got you both thinking about what it would be like to date each other. Still, you both pushed it off as a simple question and figured you’d never actually consider dating each other. So you still hung out and nothing was awkward between the two of you. That was until fairly recently, Mark had explained that they were having a concert and they’d be gone for about half a month. They’d be leaving once the month ended however. So you all decided that you’d spend most of your time at the dorm with them until they left since they were pretty much the only reason you ever left your home in the first place.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Mark called out to you.

“Yeah?” He found you with your feet up looking at your phone.

“Wanna go out with me somewhere?”

“Where?” You didn’t turn to him.

“Just anywhere, I’m bored right now.” You smiled and looked back to him.

“Sure, but if I see anything I like we’re stopping there.”

“Okay fine.” You and Mark left and pretty much just walked around the city doing pretty much nothing. You guys stopped and every store and since it was getting late in the day almost no one was around in most places. You guys went into a book store and Mark decided to go and see if there was anything he wanted to read, you sat down and while Mark was fascinated by the covers of most of the books. Though you didn’t want to say it, your leg had been hurting the whole time you were walking. You had been doing something the night before and your foot was sore from it now, it pained you to even move the thing. You were sure it wasn’t broken, but it sure hurt.

“(Y/N) check out this- woah what happened?” You were late covering your leg back up and just kept it out.

“I just hurt it last night.” Mark sat down beside you.

“Doing what?” You shook your head. “Look I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you were doing.”

“It’s not broken!” You said with a little laugh.

“I’m serious, this thing looks like it hurts.”

“Yeah, like I don’t know.” Mark sighed getting frustrated by you, something you didn’t like to do. “Okay, I was… dancing.” You mumbled the last bit.

“What?” He said loud in your ear.

“I was dancing!” You said with the same volume, “It was actually me working out, but I was just trying some of your choreographies.” You said now with a timid voice.

“Don’t tell me you twisted your foot or something.”

“I wouldn’t be walking if I did that… no I was trying out some of your moves and I messed up on one of them, I think it’ll be fine after a little while.” Mark nodded and gave his attention to your foot and started to massage it. “Why do you spin so much in your moves?” He shrugged.

“It’s not my fault what the directors want.” You said feeling Mark put pressure on your ankle, “Why were you even working out anyways? You don’t look like the type of person who would.”

“I know fat people don’t work out right…” You mumbled, he looked to you.

“I didn’t say you were fat, just that you seem pretty okay with your body.”

“Of course I have to be, you can’t be upset at yourself all the time, but I hate how my body is, my stomach has always been big and I have these big hips I can’t get rid of…” You took a small breath.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” He said, “I really didn’t mean it like that, I just figured you liked how your body was… plus I don’t really see any problem with you, you look beau- uh, you look fine to me.” You turned to him, he refused to make eye contact with you. So you just smiled and returned looking at Mark’s hands.

“Well all I want is my stomach to be a bit smaller, I pretty much love everything else.” Mark smiled and focused on your foot for a bit.

“Does it feel better?” He asked, you nodded and put your foot down putting pressure on it.

“Yeah, thanks, and I really mean that.” He smiled to you. You moved to put your shoe back on.

“By the way,” You looked to him, “You remember that one video where I said body like an hourglass?” You smiled knowing what he was referring to. “That’s what you have.” You hit Mark’s arm. “Ow!”

“You’re such a pervert!” You got up, he caught up with you.

“I wasn’t finished, I was gonna say it’s not a bad thing!” You stopped. “It’s a really good thing.” You huffed and kept walking until you were out of the book store, at the moment you didn’t want to think about Mark ogling over your body, you wanted to stop the massive blush growing on your cheeks.

You and Mark had strange exchanges since then, that almost made being around each other difficult. They were going to be in Korea for another three days and for some reason you honestly didn’t want them to leave. Namely Mark. Suddenly you couldn’t help the thoughts that went in your head whenever you rewatched their videos; instead of watching them all, your eyes would gravitate towards Mark. You tried to wrap your head around why this was happening, then suddenly it hit you. Before the sun even came up you had been sitting in your bed thinking about why things with Mark got the way they did.

It was all Johnny’s fault! It was his fault that you wanted to date Mark now! You realized this at the crack of dawn and figured that since he was leaving for a while things would be alright if you came out with how you felt now. You did wonder if it would distract him but… things couldn’t wait, you hoped for the best as you got dressed and texted Mark if you guys could meet somewhere private.

As you waited for Mark you couldn’t help but be a bit jittery. You didn’t know that having feelings for someone could be this deep, it caused you to take deep breaths almost every second.

“Hey,” You turned and saw Mark entering the room. “What’s up?” You didn’t know what to say. What you wanted to just left you brain and you stood there staring at him. “Is something wrong?” You shook your head and felt your heartbeat suddenly increase. What was this? You shook your head once more and spoke.

“Okay, uh, I really hope I can say this but uh…” You looked to him. “Do you remember like about a month ago when Johnny said that weird thing about us being a couple?”

“Yeah,”

“Well I kept thinking about it.” Mark’s eyes went wide.

“I did too!” He said.

“Well I was kind of confused at first,” Mark agreed nodding his head, “I mean we can’t go out right?” He kept nodding. “So I kind of forgot about it… but then I figured I should at least give my thoughts about it. Then just this morning I thought about you guys leaving and-” You cut yourself off, while you were trying to regain your thoughts Mark was about to speak to.

“I think we should go out.” You both said, hearing each other’s words both your eyes went wide.

“Wait… you w-want to go out with me too?” You asked Mark.

“I should be asking you that" Mark said, "I thought you were going to say something like you did have feelings, but they’re gone now.”

“Where did you even get that from anything I said,” You paused feeling all of your stress just leave you. “Man… I really wasn’t thinking you’d even want to consider dating me, I was expecting to have to tell you don’t worry about me and just focus on your concerts and stuff.” He chuckled.

“I guess we both thought the same thing huh?” You looked to him. “... So are we like… I mean officially?”

“Should we?” He looked at you, “I mean we could know we’re together, but I think saying something would make it feel like we have to act like a couple and I don’t really want to. I really like just being your friend who you’re also dating.” He let out a breath.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” You both looked to each other before cracking a smile and laughing at the tension in the room. When you guys calmed down Mark spoke up again.

“Well we only have three days left until I leave what do you want to do?”

“I think we have all the time in the world now, but we can hang out just so you won’t miss me too much.”

“Nah, I think it’s the other way around.” You laughed, you and Mark left out of the room and started up the stairs, while you were walking together your hands brushed against one another until Mark fully grabbed your hand intertwining it in his.

We’ll have plenty of time together

#mark lee imgine #mark lee fluff #mark lee x reader #mark lee #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct 127 imagines #nct u imagines #mark lee scenerio #nct fluff

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randomfandomginger · 5 years

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SoulService

Hiya! So recently, due to me taking 500-1000 word requests for sanders sides prompts, @ask-villegas-sides asked me to do a small fic for their sides. I wouldn’t usually do something like this, but it seemed like fun, and I had an awesome time writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I did end up going a little over a thousand words, cause I just couldn’t stop! :) It was super fun to write, and while I did take a few creative liberties, I don’t think I strayed too far from the original creative vision. Anywho, ask-villegas-sides is a super cool blog, and I hope that y’all check them out if you haven’t already! (I will be posting an edited version of this fic using the sanders sides names on my AO3 as well)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where everyone on their 20th birthday gets a text from SoulService, a trip planner specifically designed for finding soulmates, California man Lev certainly wasn’t expecting to be texted pre-paid plane tickets to meet his soulmate across the country in Florida!

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“Oh, Lev, this is wonderful!” his mother exclaimed, practically dancing around his childhood pastel painted bedroom. “My little boy, all grown up and ready to meet his soulmate!”

Lev’s heart was pounding, hands clammy as he stared down at his phone. The text tone had been like any other, and the notification from SoulService lay right under an unopened text from his friend Beckett, asking if he had left his hoodie at Lev’s. Would Lev be less nervous if his mother hadn’t insisted he come home for his birthday? Probably not.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Look at what they wrote you!” His mother’s grin was wide, and Lev could feel his stomach twist.

Hands shaking, he unlocked the phone, the message popping up on the screen:

Welcome, Lev Foster! SoulService wishes you a happy birthday, and a good life. Your message is as follows:

Greetings, soulmate. I’ve been waiting to meet you for three months now, and am excited at the prospect of getting to know you better. SoulService was kind enough to notify me that we live in two separate states, so I have taken the liberty of booking you a plane ticket to visit me out here in Florida. I prefer to speak in person, so I will disclose any of my more personal information after you land. I hope to see you soon.

Your message ends here. Thank you for using SoulService!

“Rather forward, aren’t they?” His mother was reading over his shoulder. “Asking you to fly all the way out to Florida.”

But Lev was grinning, already clicking on the attached file. “Florida, huh?”

The week flew by, filled with packing and repacking, and packing again. Lev wanted to make cookies for the trip, but Beckett assured him that there would be cookies in Florida. Beckett also gave him lots of facts and tips about Florida, many of which Lev suspected were made up.

“I hear that it’s overrun by alligators, and the people just avoid them where they can.”

“It’s so humid that it feels like you’re swimming through the air.”

“Apparently, the old to young people ratio is three to one.”

And finally, the day arrived. And Beckett had nothing more to say to him than a slightly teary (though he would never admit it) “Good luck.” Lev waved to his family as he left to look for his terminal. One slightly jittery plane ride to Florida later, Lev stood with his baby blue backpack, gazing all around at the hustle and bustle of this new place.

Tourists were the first thing he noticed, heartbeat picking up a little as he looked left and right for the sign. They wore hats and Hawaiian t-shirts and were currently joining him in gaping at everyone and everything around them. Lev spotted a little boy, not more than two, give him a toothy grin and wave shyly at him. He beamed at the child, waving back.

There was a small group of people waiting around and holding signs, most of them seeming bored or uninterested. It’s as good a place as any to try and find my soulmate, Lev thought, beginning to make his way over to them. He could feel butterflies in his chest even as he thought of the word soulmate.

He was coloring a picture of a butterfly. His mother sat on the floor next to him, braiding her long auburn hair.

“Everyone has a second half, Lev.”

“Even me?” Lev’s eyes were wide, shining with childlike joy.

His mother smiled at him endearingly. “Even you. And when you find them, like your father found me, the two of you will click. You’ll know them when you see them, for sure. They’re as much your beginning as they are your end. Fate has written the two of you together.”

His father was sipping his coffee at the table. “Your generation has it easy, kiddo,” he said, a small smirk adorning his face. “With SoulService technology, more people than ever find their one true match. And believe me, it’s not something you want to miss out on.”

His father shot his mother another smile, as Lev felt his mind begin to whir, thinking about all the possibilities his future would hold. He doodled another, smaller butterfly next to the first. Would his soulmate be nice? If they were his other half, they had to be! Would they like coloring and puppies as much as he did? He sure hoped so!

Lev bit his lip nervously, still dragging his blue suitcase behind him, as he looked over the people and their handheld signs. His heartbeat skyrocketed. There. Him.

The young man in question was holding a plain white sign, the word ‘Foster’ written in black pen in the center of it. His handwriting was neat, methodical. He was wearing a black shirt, and a necktie. And almost as if in a dream, he looked up, and locked eyes with Lev.

A small shock seemed to go through Lev’s body, and he all but floated over to the man with his last name. Finally in front of him, his tongue seemed too big for his mouth.

“Greetings,” the man said, a pleasant smile adorning his face. “I presume that you are Lev. My name is Flint. I apologize for the somewhat sudden and forward action of inviting you to my home state, however I presumed that it would be optimal for us to meet as soon as-” his voice died in his throat, confusion and alarm making their way across his face. “You- you’re crying,” he stated. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”

Lev stifled a small giggle, wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just so overwhelmed!” he made out. “I’m here, with you, and you’re standing right in front of me, and you’re so cute and proper, and-” Lev couldn’t take it anymore, he all but tackled Flint in a huge hug, sending the both of them stumbling. “I’m just so glad that you’re here,” he whispered, grinning wider than he ever had before.

He could feel Flint’s arms wrap around him as well, just as well as he could feel his smile, and the happiness radiating off of him. “Likewise,” Flint whispered back.

#ask villegas sides #My writing #writing #writing prompt #this was so fun to write!!#I hope you enjoy it!!#:)

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minishprincess · 6 years

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love at the first cucumber || lee minhyuk fanfiction

↳ a story about a coward Minhyuk and his guardian

pairing: lee min hyuk x reader genre: fluff, fluff, more fluff, smut, and fluff word count: 3089 description: minhyuk hate cucumbers, but for his luck, a guardian send from the god saved his life. (a bit more dramatic than it really is lol) author's note: this is my 2nd ff kay, don't blame me

"eXCUSE ME MISS".

A boy runs over to you, definetly not happy, and smash his tablet with a hamburger on your counter. You flinch and look a bit surprised.

You work at McDonalds. Yea, not the best job, but enough to live a normal life as a normal girl in Seoul. You are happy with your job, not just because you love food, especially fast food, and you can have everything you want on your shifts, also because you also meet many funny but also some strange people. Like our angry little client now.

"W-Whats wrong Mr.?", you ask confused, looking at him with a kinda "wtf" face. There are many costumers which have to complain about things like 'why is there ice in my cola'. MAYBE because you never said that you don't want some, smackhead. Yea, you can be a kinda asshole to your clients. But this one acts kinda cute.

"There are CUCUMBERS on my Burger!", he complains with a cute-angry face. You look at him and start to giggle a bit and the boy looks a bit lost, don't even know what to say. "Minhyukie, you just can't be that mad at her because of this-!".

Another boy shows up behind him and looks very embaressed of his friend, smacking his neck. "But its a Cucumber!! cUcUmBER! A cucumber on my Hamburger!!!!", he demonstrades, folding his arms on his chest, totally convinced that your plan was to poison him. You laugh a bit. He is funny and looks cute with his curly blonde hair, even if he's mad af at you.

You have to overthink the situation. "So, you don't like cucumbers?", you giggle and he nods mad. So, you just look at the hamburger, open it and take out the cucumbers, throwing them in the trashcan. "Better? No cucumbers anymore on your hamburger dear cucumber-hater!", you smile warm and the Boy, named Minhyuk, nods statisfied. His little hamster friend behind him look so annoyed of Minhyuk. You have to blush a bit, cause Minhyuk start to smile a bit and take his Hamburger back.

"I-I'm so sorry that he made a scene 'cause of this", the other, short boy with hamster-cheeks, says embaressed. "He really don't like cucumbers". You smile and shake your head. "It's okay! There are other clients with weirder clomplaints, so this is harmless!", you giggle and look at your cash. "Also it's my fault, he told me that he don't want cucumbers on his burger, but I forgot to write it down to the kitchen!", you explain and bow down a bit. "I'm so sorry that I try to poison you with cucumbers!", you laugh and wink at Minhyuk. He laughs too and you wave while they go back to their seets.

After a few hours your shift ends and you clean up everything. You take the trashcan to take the trash outside. You look at the cucumbers you throw there after Minhyuk was definetly convinced that cucumbers are the pure evil and you throw them away for him. You laugh and think about Minyhuk again. He looks so cute and beautiful. You caught yourself thinking about him the whole way back to your apartment.

You throw your clothes and bag on your bed while turning on the TV. You make yourself ready for sleep while listen to some music-channels. You brush your teeth while a K-Pop song turned on and you think that it's kinda cool. You never really heard k-pop because you are more into rock and metal stuff but this song caught your attention. You go back to your bedroom to put on your pajama while looking at the tv-screen. 'Monsta X - Rush'. You watch the video a while. Someone ther eis similar to you. You literally sit 1 cm away from the screen while thinking about where the fuck you know this one boy there.

You blush a bit. The cute cucumber-hater is a K-Pop Idol?

You crawl under your blanket and take your phone to google Mihyuks name.

You wake up. It's 9.48 am. You look at your phone, try to remember when you fell asleep. You remember that you download a lot of Minhyuk pictures and Monsta X songs. The whole morning you couldn't think about anything else than Minhyuk. You blameyourself. 'Why do you already fell in love with a boy you kinda just know since a day'. You go to your wadrobe and put on your work-outfit. After that you go to your bathroom and put on some makeup.

After you're done with everything you put on your shoes and go to your work. You make your cash and everything done and start to work. The whole day you're hoping that Minhyuk will come here again, so you could ask for his number. Okay, you don't think an idol would give you his number but you really want to know him better. It's already 11.50 pm, you shift nearly ends. You already clean your cash and make the trash done, as suddenly someone run into McDonalds, clearly annoyed. You look at him. You know is face but you can't get from where you know him. He looks at you. Suddenly, he jumps over the counter and hide under it. You look pretty surprised and confused. "C-Can I help y-" you try to ask but he put is index finger on his mouth to signal to shut up. A few seconda later some girls run into the Shop. You look more surprised and then it makes click in your brain. You smirk. "Can I help you?", you ask and the girls like you don't know what they want. "We're searching for I.M from Monsta X and we saw that he runs into McDonalds! So WHERE is he?!", the kinda fangirl shout at you and you look as annoyed as I.M as he runs a few minutes before in the store. "Well, maybe you could reduce your volume because we still have some costumers here.", you say with a serious face. The girls are as stubborn and obstinate as a rock. "We don't mind that, we just want to find him!!!", another girl shout. "Well, I didn't saw anyone runs into the store the last 10 minutes so I'm sorry for you. Maybe you should respect some privacy and stop follow and stalk some people just because they're famous. SO make your way outside now please if you don't want anything to eat."

The girls look at you, defiently scared because of your hard and serious speak. The girls go back out of the store. "Childish smackheads..", you mumble and the Boy who is still hidden under the counter jump up and he bow down in front of you. "Thank you so much..:", facilitate sigh. You smile and go back to clean the counter. "No problem, such disrespect is just not okay for me", you say and he nods. "As they said, I'm I.M but you can call me Changykun!", he say and smile. "Y/N, nice to meet you! Soo you are a friend of the cucumber-hater?", you giggle a bit and Changykun laugh. "Ahh you are the cute worker Mihyuk told about before!". You get blush and look at him surprised. "H-He told about me?". "Yea yea, he said that there was this cute worker at McDonalds, who protected him from the bad bad cucumbers. Kihyun-hyung just said that you were extremly nice to him, even when he acted like a 4 years old." Changykun tells you while you just get totally blushed. "Y-Yea, he acted kinda cute, so I just had to protect him from the pure evil". You both laugh and he gives you a paper. "That's his number. Just write him who you are, he will be happy", changkyun say. "B-But I just can't write him without permission!", you demonstrade and he smirks. "You know, Mihyuk definetly need a girlfriend so this is going to be okay", he say and makes his way out of the store. "Wish you all the best, Y/N-noona!".

You're laying in your bed, the paper and the phone in your hand.'Should I really write him?'. You lay there for about an hour before you finally get yourself to write him.

---------- T I M E S K I P ----------

So, it's a few days later, you and Minhyuk wrote MUCH the last 3 days and you finally got your shy asses down, so you both have a date tonight. You are happy like kid having birthday. Thank the dear Changykun-Armor. You stay in your wadrobe, don't know what to wear. He only saw you in your worker-outfit yet, so you want something more feminin. After kinda hours of thinking, you dress yourself with a black skirt, a black pullover and some black overknees with some balck boots. after that you go to your bathroom and doing your black hair. Well... You love black. It just fits to e v e r y t h i n g. After you're done you put on some pafume and finally start to go to the restaurant where you want to meet. Of course it's a fast food restaurant, because you were never one of this "I have to go to the expensive restaurant" girls. Besides that, you love fast food, Minhyuk loves fast food. So you go to the restaurant, Mihyuk already waiting for you. As soon as he sees you, he jumps over to you like a exited little kid. "Hello Y/N!~", he giggle at you and you get a bit blush. He's even more cute than before. You hug him for a greeting, don't know if he's okay with that, but sas soon as he hug you back, you feel comfortable.

He take your hand and you go into the restaurant. You have a lot of funny and cute conversations while you wait for your food. You both ordered you burger, because that's the food which kinda brought you together. He always have this cute face and thid incredible cute smile and laugh. As soon as you finally get your food, you start to eat.

Suddenly, you stop Minhyuk. "Minhyuk-oppa, stop!", you shot a bit and he looks at you confused. You take his burger and open it, to take away ome cucumbers which you saw as he wanted to bite. "So, now you can't get poisoned", you giggle and give him back his burger. he laugh cute and give you a kiss on your forehead. "Thank you my dear cucumber guardian!". You both laugh and the whole evening was just funny cute and awesome.

As soon as you're done, you both go out of the restaurant. It's already dark, so Minhyuk consist about to bring you home. You get blush, as always when he does some cute actions. He take your hand and you both go to your apartment. You talk and laugh together. You caught yourself getting comfortable with him. You take a litte detour to spend some more time together. In a small park, you sit down on a bank, not much light there. You cuddle yourself a little near to him. You still talk but the atmosphere get a bit more quiet. You're about to tell him something, but you caught him staring at you for a long time. You can't see much of him instead his smile and his bright eyes. You look back, stare in his beautiful eyes for a long time. You feel his hand on your waist and your cheekbones turn warm. His face gets near to yours and you feel yourself burn inside. Your heart thromb hard.

You close your eyes. Slowly feeling his breath on your rose lips. You claw your hands a bit in his jacket. Slowly. Really slowly you finally feel his warm and soft lips on yours. Your breath stock. You kiss him back, with so much love in it, you can't believe ou fell for a man within such a short time. The kiss turn into a really romantic and passionate kiss. Slowly Minhyuk take you and sit you on his lap. He press his chest aginst yours and the kiss begin to be more wild. His tounge start to press against your lips, so you open your mouth a bit. He sticks his tounge in your moth, with so much care and love. The kiss turn a bit sloppy and dirty, but still with care and love. He really pay attention if this is really okay for you. You slowly solve from him with a fast breath and some spit still connect your mouths together. You can feel a bumb between your legs. As soon as you realize that, you get nervous and blush but also really exited and turned on too.

You stand up and take his hand. "Maybe you want to sleep in my bed tonight?~", you giggle a bit and he get a bit blushed too, but nod and smile at your suggestion. You walk along with him to your apartment, open your door and turn on the light. "Feel yourself home, it's not that special and big, but I like it!~", you explain and put off your shoes. "You want something to drink?", you ask him, but as soon as you turn around, the lights go off again and you feel Minhyuks chest on your beck, his arms around you, press your body against him. "I really want something different..", he whispers with a husky deep voice in your ear. You get goosebumps all over your body as soon as you feel his hands wander under your pullover, touching your boobs underneath your bra. You wheeze a bit and claw your hands in his arms. "I-I'm sorry, but you are really just beautiful Y/N...", he say and kiss your neck. He slowly open your bra without any trouble and put off your pullover. You get a bit embaressed cause this is truely your first time. He looks at you and smile warm. "You really look so beautiful.. ", he start to kiss down your neck, over your boobs, stop at your nipples and softly start to lick them. You slowly get turned on and hide your hands in his hair. He suck softly at them, the whole time having his attention to you. You moan a bit and tug his hair. "M-Minhyuk-oppa...", you wheeze and he slowly put a hand under your skirt. He start to rub carefully on your clit, as he would know that this is your first time. You get even more wet and he start to kiss you again. You kiss him back, but this time the kiss turn dirty and sloppy a bit faster than before in the park. He carefully lift you so you wrap your legs through his hips. he press you against a wall and kiss you more, still rubbing your clit. You feel his erect member against your womanhood. You slowly start to move your hips a bit against his dick and he wheeze a bit. "B-Babe..". You get tooo turned on of his voice. He start to pull out his trousers and his underwear, pressing his raw member against your panties under your skirkt. You moan and claw your arms around his neck. For your surprise, he moans a bit and pressing his chest against yours. It's dark, so you can't see that much but he looks at you with this sexy face. You totally fall for him. "I-I don't have a condom..", he say, a bit embaressed, but still sexy. "I-It's okay, I'm on my safe days", you smile at him and his worried face turns into a smirk. He slowly pull down your panties, press you back against the wall and slowly start to rub his member against your wet womanhood. You moan at him.

Slowly he press his member into you. You moan loadly, trying to be a bit quiet. "O-Oppa!", you moan and he breaths very hard. "F-Fuck Y/N.. y-you're so tight...", he moan and stop. "L-Let me take a minute, I didn't expect that...", he wheeze and you nod. 'Maybe should have sayhim that I was a virgin before..', you think, but as soon as he start to move you forget that and moan. "M-Minhyuk!", you moan loudly, not able to control your volume. "B-Baby..", he moans in your ear, start to move faster. You get turn on by his moans and scratch his back down.

You both are a moaning mess, but you enjoy every second of your first time. You slowly start to feel a bit numb and you feel that you're near. "O-Oppa.. I-I have to..", you moan and Minyhuk start to move faster and harder. "M-Me too..", he wheeze, and start to move really hard and fast. You can't control yourself anymore, moan his name loady and bite his neck. A few thrusts after, you finally come and press his body against yours, moaning in his ear. A few thrusts later, he thrust it as deep as possible and spill it all into you. He moans loudly as he come and press you hard against the wall. You stay in this position a few moments. Your breaths hard and exhausted. He slowly carry you down and smile at you. "T-That was amazing..", he says and start to kiss your face a few times. You giggle and you get up to clean yourself together with Minhyuk.

You lay in your bed, your arms around Minhyuks waist. He fondle your hair and have the biggest and happiest smile like a kid. It's just a few days, but you just fell in love with this boy so much.

"I-I have to tell you something..", he start a conversation, obviously worried and embaressed face. You look at him. "T-This was my first time..", he says, hiding his face in your hair. You start to giggle. He looks at you. "W-Whats so funny?". You kiss his forehead and whisper in his ear. "Mine too~", you say and you both start to laugh. "I-I know its just a week we know each other but it's like I found my soulmate~", he say with a calm voice and you smile at him while your cheekbones get warm again.

"I think we should thank the cucumbers for bringin us together!~", you laugh and he looks disgusted. "I would never thank a cucumber..", he grumbles and you smile really bright.

"I think it was love at the first cucumber~", you say and kiss him. Slowly you both start to fall asleep in your arms, with a bright smile on your faces.

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