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kosije · 9 months

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fratboy!gojo official chapter 1.5 ;) rewritten to hell and back!!!

cw: fem! afab reader, cheating boyfriend, mini panic attack, sub reader, unprotected sex, gojo aint shit, reader is has low self esteem

"C'mon babe, just give me one more chance. I love you. She was just a mistake!"

"You slept with her 8 times."

"I'm sorry. Who's talking to you?"

You don't know what to do. You have half of a mind to ask him 'why' before you feel Max’s arms around you.

“You have some fucking nerve even showing your face to her. go slip into some other bitch, loser.”

“How about you let her speak for herself, huh? This doesn’t involve you.”

“Andrew I,” It’s pathetic the way you’re shaking, but when you lift from your friend's arms and see the reassuring nod she gives you, your heartbeat slows. “I just- I won't take you back. Please, just go.” you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind and you almost wince when you see his mouth open again. But he doesn’t speak. For a second you think you see a flash of remorse, but then anger is so hot on his face you don't even recognize him.

“Whatever, not even worth the trouble.” and then he’s just stalking off.

You should feel relieved, happy even. But you don't. in fact, ou feel you’re gonna throw up at any moment. Your arm is wrapped around your chest as you try to ground yourself.

Concrete. breathe in. grass. Breathe out.

There's concrete, grass, and people. Breathe in.

There's concrete, grass, people, and trees. Breathe out.

“-Hey! Did you hear me?”

Vision clearing, you blink up at the voice. You almost forgot Max was here. Her hazel eyes are full of worry, and you think for a second that you’ve died and are being held by an angel.

Her wine-red hair is in pretty beach waves and her tan skin glows under the fall sun. When your eyes focus on her glossed lips, you realize again that she’s talking.

“Huh? 'm sorry, what was that?”

she’s stroking your hair out of your face with a pout.

“Nena, you look so drained already. 'Was just saying that I can miss this one lecture and we can go home, just for today.”

you appreciate the concern, so much so you hug deeper into the crook of her neck.

“'m okay. Plus, we are already here.”

You can feel her sigh into the crown of your head. “Alright, but if you ever want to leave-”

“I know.” You still have a sickly feeling in your gut, but her embrace makes the weight lighter. “I’ll tell you, promise.”

“Ok, Nena. Let’s go.”

...

you should’ve gone home.

Actually, that’s a lie. If you did you would miss the lecture on what you need to focus on for your next midterm. But as you gaze at the familiar blue in front of your eyes, you think about how if you were maybe a second faster to leave you wouldn’t be frozen like how you are now. You’re sweating out your cardigan for sure.

“Remember me?"

He knows the answer to that question.

...

"Your uber is almost here! Make sure you call me once you get there, and text me quarterly!"

"I will, don't worry!" you know why she's so nervous to let you go to a party alone and as much as you would prefer her there with you, she has to study. You've spent the past 3 weeks crying, eating, and crying some more. Getting cheated on is horrible. But getting cheated on by your high school sweetheart, who you've been with for 3 years, with his friend's sister? It's all you've been thinking about despite all of yo ur efforts to make it stop. Today is about you. Today has to be about you, because you’re losing yourself. You're gonna go to this party, let loose, have fun, and forget about him. Even if you have your qualms about going to parties alone.

You pull out your shortest dress, wear your hair how you like, and put on your favorite perfume. When Max sees you, she smiles.

"What a bad girl!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

It's enough of a reassurance that you smile and turn to look for shoes to wear. You're just about to pull out heels when she stops you.

"Short platforms, Hermana. You'll get sores on your feet with anything higher."

you let her pull down heels for you and, with one last tight hug, she goes over everything in your purse.

"Phone?"

"Yup."

"Portable charger?"

"Yup."

"Cash?"

"Always."

"Pepper spray?"

"mhm."

"Keys." instead of speaking, you curl your finger around the jump ring and twirl them around your fingers.

"Okay. okay, yeah, you're set," she says, mostly to herself.

"Max?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be," she hums, smoothing your hair and then the neckline of your dress. "You‘ll knock ‘em dead. Just be safe."

"Thank you, I dunno what I'd do without you," you coo, kissing her cheek.

"I know! Have fun!"

...

The party sucks. Not because of food, music, or drinks. Not because of the conversation you’ve been making with familiar faces, or the occasional eyes that fall from your eyes to your chest and legs, and shy question of if you’re open to a date after ‘what happened with that guy.’” And then you’re reminded why you came here before saying “you’re not interested in anything serious at the moment.” Then as you’re on your way to the bathroom, you see him. And when you see him, you see her. And suddenly the fruity drinks turned to shots, and slight swaying turned into tipsy grinding, and then you’re dragging somebody to the couch in tears.

"That piece of shit had the nerve to show his face around here after what he did! I never deserved that! I was there for him it his lowest, then that- that son of a bitch threw it all in my face!"

"Aww baby, what a dick."

"And- and he even," you're sniffling when a hand cups your cheek, wiping away stray tears as you talk the exact thing you were supposed to forget about. "He even gave her the sweater I bought for him! It has our initials on it, not theirs!"

"that's horrible!" it comes out in a gasp, and suddenly you're being pulled against someone's chest. You forget how you got here, nor do you know who’s crystal blue eyes you're looking into, but they sure are pretty. You're just about rolling off his chest to fill your cup again before he reaches into his jean pocket and dangles something in your face.

"Do ya smoke, sweetheart?" he says with a wicked smile and you just nod. Part of you recognizes the man in front of you, so you rationalize that as a good enough excuse. You've seen his white hair somewhere; you just can't place your finger on it.

You don't dwell on it much longer when you see his pink tongue peek from his lips and lick the backwood shut. It's not inherently dirty, but it is enough to make your thighs clench. His hand disappears back into his pocket as he fishes out a lighter, and you're so enamored that your hands find his chest and you gasp. He's ripped. But all he does is smile, take a long drag from his blunt, and then your senses are clouded with smoke.

"Hey!" you're telling him off, but when the smoke clears, he's smirking. You swat his chest in response, but then you're only reminded of how firm he feels under his white tee. And now he’s poking at your sides.

"What's wrong?"

"Quit it!"

"Quit what?" His fingers only speed up, and you're pouting at him to hold back the laugh threatening to escape from you. Heat blooms everywhere he touches, and he keeps it up until your hands trap around his wrist. Seeming bored, he sets his hand on your thigh and brings the blunt to your lips. The next immeasurable amount of minutes is spent rotating it without a word, and the more you smoke, the lighter you feel, and the more your thighs seem to rub together. The heat pooling between your legs only gets worse when his hand squeezes your thigh, and the whine you let out is hard to decider if it was in your head or not.

"Are you apart of this?"

He hums a question, but when you gesture to the surrounding party, he 'ahs' in understanding.

"You don't know? I'm a part of this fraternity."

"I don't even know your name."

Now he genuinely looks surprised, "It's Satoru."

Satoru...? The name sends a pang of recognition through your head, but you can't place it completely. No doubt that he's popular, though. When you tell him your name, he grins.

"That's a pretty name, sweetheart. Fits a pretty girl like you."

And despite your better judgment, you bask in the compliment. The heat between your thighs has turned into slick and there’s no doubt that this party is proving to be beneficial.

“So, you're a jock?" you try to ask it in a steady voice, but with how hazy you're feeling from the weed you doubt it comes out stable.

"Something like that." he laughs, but it's all too vague.

"Is that why you joined?" he takes another long drag and passes the blunt to you, this time blowing the smoke out of your face.

"I joined for a friend," and when that answer doesn't please you, he goes on. "I have a friend, I'm really close to him so I joined the same fraternity as him when he asked. I don't mind it, being in a fraternity has its props, i.e; this party."

His voice is so nice. "You seem like the party type."

He just shrugs and puts the blunt out on a random coaster. "I just like fun, sweetheart. Plus, the desserts are always the best part."

That catches your attention. "Right!" you gush, practically jumping up. You think you hear him groan, but you are faded.

"I never would've thought a frat party would carry the best desserts I've ever had.

"Glad you like it. Especially since I put the word in for it."

"Shut up!"

"I'm serious!”

you open your mouth to speak, but something buzzes in the purse next to you and you suddenly remember you haven't texted Max in almost an hour.

"Hey girl u good?"

"???"

"If you're dead I'll kill u,"

"Imsosorryimokaydontworry! 1,"

"K stay safe"

"Did you hear me?"

You snap your head up and see eyes that were icy blue, now a clouded cerulean. "What?"

"I said, it's getting crowded. Do you wanna go upstairs?"

You look around. It looks about the same to you. When you look back at him and his pretty face, you can't find it in you to say no, so you just nod and slide off his lap. Standing up, you get a bit dizzy off your high and grip Satoru's hand to keep from falling flat on your face. And that’s when you realize he's much, much taller than you.

He doesn't seem to mind how tightly you’re holding onto him, even smiling down at you before leading you somewhere up a flight of stairs. Your heart feels like it may beat out of your chest when he pushes past a door that you can just tell isn't his. The room is small, just a bed, closet, and dresser, and none of the trophies on it have his name on them.

“You know, your ex is an idiot.”

You can feel his hands run over your arms when he says it and you’re sighing into him, with your head falling weakly over his shoulder. You know what he wants, and you can't bring yourself to push off him when you feel how his breath fans over your ear and his rock-hard erection brushes against your back.

“You want me to show you better? Give you what you deserve?”

all you do is whine and then he’s kissing down your shoulders and sliding the straps of your dress off.

“Give me an answer, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

And you do. In a breathy gasp, you ask, “Please,” and feel him smile into the crook of your neck before pulling back. You know what he wants, and you can’t bring yourself to push his off, because you want it too.

“Then how about you show me just how pretty you are under that dress, hmm?”

And again, as if on a spell, you do. In slow and shaky hands, you remove your dress, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a cuter set to have worn under. You sit on the bed to take off your shoes. Your heart doubles when you look up at him through heavy eyes from where you sit to see him mirroring your expression.

“Knew you’d be so pretty. You’re a real sight, sweetheart,” he groans, rolling his palm over his erection with a shiver.

You’re dripping from the praise. Blame it on your destroyed self-esteem, but you haven’t felt this desire in a while. You want to shy away from it, but his fingers run down your clothed slit and you lose yourself. He doesn’t waste time once he feels how wet you are already, just huffs out a laugh and peels your underwear and bra from your sweaty body and groans.

Your eyes are glued to the way he strips his shirt off, showing his defined stature, but when he kicks off his pants, your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock on full display. He's much bigger than your ex.

“I’ll fuck him out of your head, baby. Don’t bother thinkin’ about anything but my dick.”

…

You couldn’t think of anything else if you tried. He’s bullied himself so deep inside you, you can barely cover your cries with your palm. Satoru rams into you with so much fervor that the bed is squeaking. And when he hits the spot that has you seeing stars, all you can get out is ‘Thank you,’ repeatedly, gripping onto anything you can for a sense of stability.

One hand closes around your throat while the other draws circles on your clit and tears stream down your face as your back arches into him in the bliss of your orgasm washing over you.

“Fuck- so pretty like that. Tell me who fucks you this good. Who makes your pretty pussy cum the hardest?"

"You do! Jus' you Satoru!" that seems to do it, because his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth and his hips are stuttering.

‘m close- fuck tell me where you want it. Want me to come over those pretty tits, babe? Or maybe all over that face, hmm?” on a whim, your thighs close around him.

“Inside. I want you inside. 'm- ahh- ahn the pill, promise,”

And he doesn’t even get another thrust in before you feel him fill you up in airy groans. He rides out his orgasm inside you in frenzied thrust, so when he pulls out you both shudder at the loss of contact. He gathers your clothes up and helps you shimmy back into them, not bothering to hide how pleased he is when you pull your underwear up, trapping the seed that’s dripped out of you. You watch him dress while you run your hand through his hair, laying down the tufts that have fluffed up. You look up at him, to see him already looking at you. And this time it’s not at your lips or tits, but you, and you feel so embarrassed you back away.

buzz!

A chill runs down your spine at the ringing “Oh shit!”

“what’s wrong?”

“M-my roommate!” You say, hands frantically rummaging through the sheets before hearing your bag drop into the floor and pulling your phone out. “Shit! I should’ve been there 30 minutes ago!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I can take you home.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll just get an Uber.” but he’s already picking your bag up and walking out of the room through a group of boys who recognize what happened by the way their eyes widen when they see you stumble after Satoru but say nothing.

When you plop into the passenger seat of his car, you don't know what to think. Should you have done that? At a party at that? He didn't even take you to his room. It's not long until you're simultaneously fighting the urge to puke and fall asleep, but you can’t tell if it’s regret or alcohol. The drive to your dorm is short, and when he reaches the building he rounds the car, opening the door and holding his hand out to you with a boyish expression, you smile to yourself

"What’s got you smilin’ like that?" he mused, easily lifting you from where you sat and steading you with another hand on your lower back.

"Nothing in particular . Just happy," he doesn’t respond to that, just squeezes your hand a bit.

...

"Is that who you were talking to? Oh, my- did you guys fuck?"

"Max, let me sleep." You know she heard that through the pillow you have over your face, but she doesn't pay it any mind.

"The QB, huh? He's a total upgrade from ese cabrón."

QB?

"QB! That's how I knew him! He's the fucking quarterback!"

"Did you seriously not remember... he's has an article written every other day."

"It blanked on me, I guess. I just kept thinking he looked so familiar."

"That's like when girls used to read at concerts to seem mysterious." She's giggling at first, but when your pillow hits her square in her face, she's practically rolling on the floor.

"So, what now? Gonna be a cheerleader to live out that cliche?"

You roll your eyes at her, but a part of you feels disappointed when you think about how things will be now.

"Doesn't matter. Not like it meant anything."

...

“Remember me?"

Of course, you do.

"No."

He knows you're lying. You can tell by the way his smile deepens despite your words. His head dips to yours, just a nudge away from your lips.

"Oh~ Satoru! Thank you! Thank y-" You slap your hands over his mouth and frantically look around the halls to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully, most people are more focused on Satoru as they walk by and not on your flustered expression.

"Why are you here, Gojo?" it's not that the sight of him doesn't make you nervous, much less his proximity. But you genuinely do not know why he's talking to you.

"Oh, so we're on a last names basis now? ‘ts not fair, though. I don't even know your last name, sweetheart. Should I just use mine?" he hums, obviously not worried about your apprehension.

"Wait? No? Wh-"

"No?" He pouts, batting his eyelashes. You know it's a joke, but your heart still drops.

"I don't mean 'no' like 'no,' I just- I don't know why you're talking to me. Or how you knew how to find me."

He just shrugs, grinning. “I would love to answer all of those questions… preferably over a nice meal.” his hand falls to his stomach and his head falls to his shoulder. “‘m just so hungry, sweetheart.”

You know what he’s getting at. And maybe if he wasn’t so damn cute, you’d say no. but you can’t ignore that airy feeling floating around you as he smiles at your meek nod. As shallow as it may be, you can’t help the validation you feel at just the idea of someone like Gojo would even give you the time of day. You find that he at least acts like a gentleman. Opening the car door for you. Walking on the side closest to the street. Opening the door to the diner for you.

It’s a homey thing. black-and-white checkered tiles, red walls with tons of polaroids and framed pictures of food and happy families, and a shiny red jukebox that steals your attention.

“Hello, how may I- why are you here?”

“I missed u too, Hime,” he cooed, batting his eyelashes toward a very unamused girl. “Don’t be shy~ I know you missed your favorite customer.”

“Missed you like the plague.” She sneers with a creased brow. Her hand taps on the screen in front of her before flipping her navy-blue pigtails over her shoulders, revealing a name tag that reads “Utahime.”

“Let me show you to your table,” she says, and you don’t miss the way she shoves Gojo out of the way with her shoulder when she walks past him. She guides you two to a booth in the diner's corner with seats the same shade as the walls and tells you that someone ‘will be with you shortly’ after walking away, not without throwing another nasty look at Gojo, and a simple nod to you.

“I’m her best friend , she just has a hard time showing it,” he says, readjusting himself on the leather seats.

“You woulda had me fooled…” you mumble, a little startled when he laughs in response. It’s oh-so warm and you let yourself bask in it quietly, forgetting what you came here for.

but after a bit of conversation over the menu and your orders, you build up enough courage to ask.

“So, what did you need?”

“Hmm?” and the way he tilts his head at the question makes your face warm.

“You took the effort to find my class, must need something important from me.” you say, listening to the buzz from the large overhead fan above you, and the smooth jazz coming from somewhere behind you.

“you’re right,” he says, turning at the same time to thank the server for your food s. “there actually is something important that I need.”

oh?

“You know,” he says, picking around his food with his head resting on his palm. “Ever since we slept together, I can't stop thinking about you.”

oh?

“It’s only been a night!” you squeak, quieting down when you see a server walk by.

“I know. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“So?”

“Don't you wanna get over your stupid ex-boyfriend? he's a real sight for sore eyes, and by that, I mean painful to look at. Especially compared to my looks.”

“I'm not interested!” you whine through your teeth, crushing your straw.

“But then, how else should I calm my heart?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't you get it, doll?” he asks, waving his fork in a circle toward you. “I'm mad for you.”

You almost choke on your drink. Gojo Satoru, mad for you. It’s either a fairytale come true or a sick joke. “But then, what is it you want from me?”

“A chance. A fair one. Let me prove to you that your ex is an idiot.”

#( ☆ ) jjk #( ☆ ) smuts #fratboy!gojo #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut

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multifandomslxt · 10 months

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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.2

Yuta

Lemme just start off by saying

HE WILL TAKE YOUR BITCH!!!!

lmaooo

This man has a different girl on his arm every week

I am so serious

It was Keisha, It was Sonya, It was Tonya, It was Monique, It was Nece, It was Keke

if you ask him

He'll tell you he didn't fuck them but he did

multiple times

and it's ironic because

He takes at least 3 gender studies courses every year

so this man right here is a feminist Fratboy

lmaooo

he respects women but will never turn down s3x

He's an Architectural Design Major

so he's good with hands and stuff *wink wink*

the type to skip lectures but still pass the course

He is at EVERY SINGLE party

will never miss one

he 100% knows that him being a feminist contributes to the amount of pu$$y he gets

if y'all fuck he gives you a lollipop or a coupon as a parting gift

if you were good just know he's gonna check on you every 2 weeks lmaoo

"That pussy still mine right?...well it's yours in theory because you know I don't own your body but you get what I'm saying..."

He's a jerk but also...not a jerk

Doyoung

please this man would be the snobbiest

most uptight fratboy everrrrrr

He's an Economics major

don't be mistaken though honey

He's uptight asf but he is a frat boy

anything you need just ask him

yes he cusses Johnny out whenever the house smells like weed

but he's the one that buys it every Tuesday and Thursday @ 4pm sharp

Yes, he smokes it but don't tell anyone...

YES, hell tell you he's celibate if you ask

but between me and you...

he definitely fucked that one lecturer so she could fix his grades

and he also fucked her daughter

and the daughter's best friend...

anywayyyyyyyy he doesn't like to talk about it.

ifc you were to compare all of em

i'd say Doyoung has one of the highest body counts here

but strangely enough no one would know

unless he said it

He's had multiple pregnancy scares

to the point where now

he has a bank account open just for that

Hates bitches who try to hard

but loves the chase

he's sneaky asf and if you know what's good for you stay out of his way

Jaehyun

The embodiment of fratboy

He's 100% a legacy

generations of menacing behaviour

he's a business major

daddy's money type of guy

so he really doenst give a fuck

he does EVERYTHING

smokes

hosts sex parties (much to Taeil's displeasure)

Fucked an entire sorority

fails his exams

leads girls on

etc.

he is allergic to relationships

there i said it

where as i can see the rest of em settling down eventually

if Jaehyun were to settle...he'd cheat.

yes, he wears his cap backwards and calls you "shawty"

surprisingly, he has female friends that he chersihes

gives them advice on how to steer clear of gutys like him

he's a jerk.

lmaooo 'm so sorry but it's true

he fucks allooooot

Loves easy pre

he aint willing to chase nobody

he has the highest body count in the frat.

not ashamed of it at all

surprisingly keeps up with his monthly doctors appointments

Beer pong is his calling

As mentioned ealier his jungle juice could put you in a coma

honestly, he probabaly has more alchohol than blood in his body

THE KINGGGG

OF SITUATIONSHIPS

if you can't handle that STAY OUT OF HIS WAYYYYYYYYYY

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alittlebitofloveliness · 15 days

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modern day curtis and shepard gang headcannons? Like they're old men and women

Hi anon! Sorry this took so long I'm a certified human disaster and my life is kind of in shambles rn

ANYWAY modern day old outsiders headcanons:

-First of all I did some quickmaths, so Darry would be 79 in 2024, Two-bit and Tim Shepard would be 78, Steve would be 76, Soda would be 75, and Curly & Angela Shepard would be 74, and Ponyboy would be 73

-Realistically atp Two would have died of like liver failure but I'm gonna try not to make this a bummer so lets say my man is in a nursing home and spends all day flirting with the nurses and the ladies in the home (who all adore him)

-Lbr Darry would absolutely be the grumpiest of old men (him and Two are in the same home) but he also tells the best stories and is secretly a big softie so all the young, nervous nurses like him the best

-Tim Shepard would rather be dead than in a nursing home and he says as much to anyone who ever suggests he needs one. Angela keeps trying, because he's barely mobile (old injuries + arthritis) but he refuses. Angela knows it's because Sylvia is burried in the graveyard down the block from there, and Tim doesn't want to leave his best friend, even though she's been dead for years he still can't leave her

-Angela lives alone. Having grown up in a turbulent house and worked almost every day of her adult life she enjoys her solitude. Nowadays she takes her fighting spirit to Monday night bingo where she CAN and WILL still strangle you Betty Anne if you try callin' bingo again when we both knows you aint got it-

-Steve and Sodapop live together at the old Curtis house. The neighbours kids have it rough so they come around a lot. Soda bakes cakes when he's got the energy, and Steve has mellowed a bit in his old age and spoils the kids rotten even when lecturing them and basically they act like grandfathers to these two little delinquent kids, who in turn do chores around the house so Soda and Steve can KEEP living there and don't have to go into a home or something

-Curly Shepard and Ponyboy Curtis live together, in a little apartment (Pony moved back to Tulsa when he retired, and Curly followed him like he always does. It's a little inside joke of theirs, since ever since they got together they've never been apart for more than a few days). Neither of them will admit it, but Curly's mind isn't what is used to be, the result of all those head injuries when he was younger finally catching up to him, and it kills Ponyboy a little to see the confusion in his eyes and the way he gets agitated when he can't remember something.

-The Curtis brothers all do that thing where they're always on the phone with one another

-Tim, Angela, and Curly all go out for breakfast together on Saturdays

-Tim has a walking stick and uses it to whack people with

-Two-bit manages to talk one of the nurses into smuggling him extra pudding cups with his dinner and the other residents (including Darry) get real up in arms about it

-Steve and Soda have tv shows that are on at a certain time each week that they steadfastly refuse to miss even though the neighbour kids have tried convincing them to get a netflix account and showeed them how to use the DVR so they could record them

-Steve complains about modern cars and their 'new fangled technology with their screens and electric engines' not being as good as the cars from when he was young

-Darry and Ponyboy compete to see who can get the wordle in the fewest guesses and they both sulk if they lose

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #curly shepard #angela shepard #tim shepard #steve randle #sylvia the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #anon I hope this is kind of what you were looking for

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Doll!Chucky x Drunk!Fem!Reader x Freddy Krueger || Headcanons

*Set in the Horror House

Topic: Its a classic- you get drunk because you've had a sucky, sucky day. And you're just wondering by the house, barefoot and probably cold, when Chucky and Freddy see you and get you inside. (And... boy, does that sound threatening 😅 To be clear- this is mostly fluff XD )

(This can be read as romantic or platonic! Readers choice.)

Warnings: Characters who have no business ever being characterised as nice, being nice (In a way that I hope is still them 😅), Reader is sad and uses alcohol to numb themselves. (You're not depressed or an alcoholic though), and also the word 'bitch' is used quite a bit, I'm sorry 😅😅

Look if no one else is gonna write mindless, non-canonical fluff for these two shits then I WILL-

🍺 You're sitting on the porch swing with a blanket over your shoulders and Chucky in your lap, playing with his bright orange hair while Freddy lectures you- how did you get here??? This explanation is seemingly very simple.

🍺 Today was the first day of your life... it started out good, texting with Jennifer while you got ready for the day, but then you had a fight. Sure, you would both get over it tomorrow and you knew that, but it felt awful. Then your bus was late and so you were late to work, it was a busy busy day, your mood deteriorated... and finally you left early because you just felt that upset- which just made you feel worse, for missing work!

🍺 So you decided to go have a drink at a bar. That turned into 2... 3... then you were in a guy's lap and you lost your shoes. He was an ass, turns out, of course, and so the next thing you know--

🍺 You're strolling drunkenly, barefoot, down Jennifer's street sniffling and sipping a cheap wine straight out of the bottle. You just wanna see her- you think if she sees you so fucked up and sad then she'll stop being mad at you and... *sniffle*... give you some cuddles, and make you feel better after this hell day...

🍺 Oh, you hope she will. You need your best *hick* friend... *hick* please...

🍺 You're just wandering down the footpath, almost tripping a couple of times, when you hear fast footfalls behind you (Like boots) and a hand lands on your shoulder. You whip around, wide eyed, but relax immediately when you recognise Freddy's familiar form in your tipsy, dazed state. He's looking amused at you, and vaguely you think he must know that you're drunk, must have figured it out (He's clever ^^), because he waits for you to fully focus on him. Then with one blade he points downwards to your feet, letting you follow his gesture before talking.

🍺 "Princess I don't think you're supposed to leave the prince both shoes. If he cant findya with just one, I don't think you even want a dumbass prince like that."

🍺 "Hm?-... oh... I- I... it was hot... "

🍺 "Too hot for your shoes?" He looks bemused, but in your drunken state you think he's just concerned for you.

🍺 "Mhm... "

🍺 "... where are you going to, anyway?"

🍺 "Um, I- I-... " You start sniffling again, remembering where you were going and why you feel so so crappy- eyes immediately filling up with tears. "Oh. I, I was looking for- for Jen... We had a fi-ight, and I... I really needa see 'er... "

🍺 Freddy stares at you for a few moments- as much as he loves to see someone - anyone. especially something so fucking cute, like you, - crying like little bitch in front of him, something about this... doesn't sit right with him. After a moment of thought, he grows annoyed at his own lack amusement and twists you around and guides you back down the footpath again. "Well you're goin the wrong way. You go in this house, you'll find a bitch but she's asian, and she's gonna be real confused why you broke into her house late at night- c'mon. Lemme tell ya, jail aint for you."

🍺 He leads you to the right house - they all look the same in the dark!! you didn't know you were going to the wrong one... - and as soon as you step up onto the porch you hear another harsh voice yell in a way that makes you jump right out of your skin.

🍺 "Where the hell are that girls shoes, fuckface!?"

🍺 "Fuck, everything's my fault around here, huh kid?... I don't know, bitch. She said she was too hot wearing them, gimmie a break."

🍺 "We all know she's hot Freddy, that wasn't my question." Chucky sniggers, sat up on the porch swing with a wicked grin on his face. When he looks at your properly, sniffling and blowing your nose into a tissue from your pocket, and he makes an ewwwww sort of face, instead. "... and you made her cry. That's a little kinky even for you."

🍺 "... Uh, not its not."

🍺 "You're right, its not. Aaanyway- what the hell did you do to her??"

🍺 Here you finished wiping your nose and, tiredly now, turned to shake your head at Chucky. "No, its... *sniff* I was- was looking for Jen... a guy at the bar... he- he was an ass, and I just- "

🍺 Immediately they exchange an uncomfortable look. "Uhhh- what kinda ass?" Chucky asks, while Freddy gives you a quick once over.

🍺 You shrug, not truly thinking about what you're saying. "I- I thought he w-wanted t' cheer me up... but he didn't... she will, th- though, I hope,.. do you- do either of you know where she is maybe?... "

🍺 "Ehh... sorry kid, hate ta break it you ya but she left for the night... " As soon as those words leave Chucky's mouth your eyes fill up with tears all over again and you almost start crying immediately- before he fast tracks to stop it. "But hey!- y' share that bottle with me and y'can hang here. I betcha I'm better company then that millennial whore."

🍺 ... really? Immediately your heart soars, getting special treatment from one the meanest and scariest assholes in this house. The nicest thing you had ever heard him say before this moment!, you think!, was 'Get the fuck out of my way, please'! When you turn to Freddy, silently asking if that would be okay, he flashes you a smirk.

🍺 "Well, I am."

🍺 "Shut the fuck up, you pair of cauterized ass cheeks."

🍺 "That's a new one." "Yeah, pretty good, eh?" "Not bad, plastic breath."

🍺 As you sit down on the porch swing beside Chucky, taking some deep breaths of fresh, cool nighttime air to try and sober yourself, Chucky takes the cheap wine and he looks ridiculous with it but he takes a big gulp of it. Then turns to you, and asks promptly- so why're you so fucked up tonight, huh? Somethin' bad happen?

🍺 You stop, think about it... and immediately start crying into your hands.

🍺 Freddy pulls his hat down roughly over his eyes, and groans "no class... "- as if he's got any, either. Then turns and waltzes into the house again saying he's going to get the fucking box.

🍺 (He actually just goes to pee and comes back with a blanket for you)

🍺 A good while later, and you're getting quite sleepy just sitting there listening to Chucky and Freddy go back and forth from either side of you (You're not really contributing to the conversation, just sitting there with a blanket around you nodding or letting out little 'mhm's or 'uhuh's if they look at you to agree with them) and your gaze slips over to Chucky.

🍺 He stops mid-sentence to look at you, like, whadaya want?

🍺 Quickly he deadpans, recognising the look in your eye that he's become very familiar with since... you know... living as a good guy doll. "... you wanna fucken hold me, don't you?"

🍺 ... "Mhm... " You nod.

🍺 "Fuck, no. Get it outta your head. Do you think I enjoy that shit?? I'm the goddam Lakeshore Strangler, bitch, not a fucken Cabbage Patch kid. I'm feared. I'm infamous- no, do not fucken cry again. I swear, I'll stab you if you cry. Don't test me. Don't- aghhh!" After a few moments, he gives up, letting you gather him in your lap; One arm wrapping around his middle and the other hand slipping into his soft, messy hair. "If you tell anyone in there about this shit, you're gonna wake up with a new hole. I don't know where it'll be yet, I think I'll be spontaneous about it, but it will hurt."

🍺 "And you- " When Chucky turns to Freddy, who looks like he's about to explode seeing this, he stops. ... Slowly, he grins. "You know what?... Freddy buddy, why don't you tell us again how you lost so fucken bad to the momma's boy?" ... oh dear, you think, eyes going wide and round.

🍺 Like a light switch, all amusement is gone from Freddy's face, replaced by a furious glare, and he takes a deep, deep, deeeeeep breath; Getting up from the swing to stand in front of the two of you. "... you move your asses outta that chair before I finish and you die."

🍺 So yeah... explanation is seemingly very simple... but who would really believe you if you tried to tell them this all happened and Chucky and Freddy Krueger were actually nice to you??

#this had no right to be so cute i'm sorry XDDDD #but you know what? i love it #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky x Reader #Freddy Krueger #Freddy Krueger x Reader #Horror House! AU #Horror House!AU #Horror House AU

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themeridian · 7 months

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SPOILERS FOR THE SUMMIT!!

OH SHIT

ok so in the comment section i wrote a list of my thoughts throughout the whole thing so imma just put them here too because i think we're getting a summit pt. 2!!!

edit 1:he got them a crown for their first summit just like WILLIAM DID FOR HIM!!

edit 2:omfg Porter "gatekeep gaslight girlboss" Solaire TREASURE AINT GONNA BE TGERE?!?!

edit 3: YES VINCENT HE IS A BASTARD TF IS UP WITH HIM

edit 4: ALEXIS THE CUNT!! shes being so condescending and i just wanna blow her head off. "i turned him because i wanted him" DIE!

edit 5: Alexis and Porter _dont_ like each other??

edit 6: why is he being nice to darlin?????? i stg i cant w him

edit 7: is sam gonna get in a fuckin fight?? YAYYYY!!

edit 8: why is there foreshadowing with them talkin bout "be careful who u trust" WHYYYY IS QUINN GONNA BE BACKKKKK

edit 9: why does Alexis sound hurt?? ew shes playing the victim.

edit 10: SWEETHEART IS LOOKING INTO CLOSEKNIT??? WTFFFFF!! ARE THEY GONNA GET SUNSHINE OUT?

BIG LORE:house of bennett is helping out closeknit

edit 11: why is porter helping? a dangerous game? hes against closeknit!!

edit 12: bennett is having an important conversation and SH gonna be a stalkerrrr

edit 13: so ash almost just had a crisis and baaabe helped him out and now SH gets to stalk!!

edit 14: i think sam feels a little bad about yelling at Alexis but hes still pissed at the same time....?

edit 15: oooohhhh shittttt-Ash is telling David abt the Bennetts and Daveys not happy!!

edit 16: awwww hes just tryna look out for SH 🥹🥹

edit 17: less people at closeknit means no good so their giving more money to make an INVERSION PT. 2?!?!????!?!!!!?? FUCKKKKKKKK

edit 18: bros lecture is honestly spitting bars "power means connections, power means knowledge" POP OFF

edit 19: BENNETTS CAUSED THE FUCKJNG INVERSION TO GET POWER BITCHHHHHHH

edit 20: THEY GON FIGHT! OH SHIT! THEY GETTING SIDE EYES!! AAAHHHH

edit 21: KING OF BENNETT IS DEAD?!? CLIFFHANGER?!? OMFG AAAAHHHHH

i was so close to getting a bingo!

its 12:30 am for me and i have rehearsals until 10:00 at night tmr...oh well!

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted porter #redacted sam #redacted summit #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted darlin #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe

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fanficwriter284 · 7 months

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This is a little different from what I normally write but what the hell. This takes place in the pink room in Chucky Season 2. THIS AINT CANNON IN MY AU! This was all I could think of…and I still think him taking over the country is BS! So here’s a mini quick write. Sorry it’s a bit short! I don’t. Have that much time on my hands! FOR ALL YOU NICA PIERCE LOVERS

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Useless. That’s how she felt. Useless. Her body nothing but a torso and head. Her legs and arms gone. Only four stumps remaining. The fleshly physical scared healed eventually…Her mind was not so lucky. She was stuck with him. Charles Lee Ray. An irritating presence that she was forced to interact with on the daily. For coming off as the stoic salient type…or at least that’s what the home movies showed he sure did talk a lot. He’d often rambled about his past, his children, his ex-wife, and his former body. She could always notice a small glow in his eyes whenever he talked about his former vessel that was made of meat.

He’d talk about his glory days of luring victims to alleys or hotel rooms and finishing the job. He’d always make sure to make his stories as vivid as possible even going as far as to allow Nica to see into his memories. Allowing to her to hear his victims wails and screams that shattered eardrums. She didn’t know anymore if Charles enjoyed torturing her or if he genuinely enjoyed revisiting these memories…Probably a bit of both. She’d allowed the thought of holding her breath and ending it all there at once. She didn’t want to die, it was simply a thought that always came to her. A thought Chucky didn’t like. He’d lecture her countless times the importance of oxygen, he of all people should know since he’d be the one cutting off his victims airway and would gleefully watch as their face began to become discolored and sip into hues of purples and blues. Nica eventually got bored of his lectures and blocked away her suicidal thought…at least for the moment.

She really have hope anymore. That ounce of optimism died when she heard of Alice’s passing. Now she was numb…A toy at best. A toy for a psychotic drunk who enjoyed living her pathetic life in delusion and a toy for a sociopathic serial killer whose psyche had snapped long ago. His only driving force was fear of oblivion.

“If you do get out…what are you gonna do?” Nica asked her voice reduced to a whisper.

Her questions would normally be ignored by Chucky but this one caught his interest.

“Then I win. I take over this fucking county” he gloated, with wide smirk spreading across his face with each word he spit.

“And then what?”

“Excuse me?”

Nica raised her head, her eyes sunken locking with Chucky’s baby blues.

“And then what?”

Her question left the redhead silent. He pondered the thought in silence, opening his mouth to respond only to shut it again a few seconds after.

“Then I win”

“And?”

“The fuck you mean and? I win that’s it. I get everything I ever wanted” he barked slightly irritated at her prodding.

“What’ll you do after you win?”

Her question left him silent again. She waited for his response but she never revived one.

#nica pierce #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Chucky season 2 #Chucky tv series

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pokeparkservices · 1 year

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alright. I've been chewin this over for a while and I'm gonna just come out and say it.

Admin Blizz - I know you've been asked to step away from the @teamwinterofficial blog for now, but I'd bet my bottom pokebuck that you're still readin it and lookin at the mentions, right? I remember bein 17, I know how hard it is to calm down and just step away from somethin so important to you. So yeah I'm actually pretty sure you're reading this, and I got something to tell you.

You need to get the fuck outta that team.

I can guess what you're thinkin. "Who's this bitch tellin me how to live my own life like I'm some kinda kid", or "no way, we're doin super important work and I can't just step away from that", or something along those lines. And maybe - no, probably, unless I've been REALLY misreadin this shit - you're thinking, "I can't leave them, they're my family. They take care of me."

and kiddo, if I'm right about that? that's the BIGGEST reason you gotta leave.

People who let teenagers go stabbin folks, let them almost become fuckin murderers, just cause someone gave a nerd lecture at a nerd event that disagreed with them? Those people are NOT people who are good or safe to be around.

You bein an Admin, obviously they've extended a lot of trust to you, and I bet it sounds like crazy talk to you, me saying they're not safe. Because you're all in, right? So you're useful to 'em.

What happens if you ever stop bein useful?

It wouldn't take much. They were cool with you stabbin Sophora for just an idea she was sharin, in a lecture- no proof it's ever even gonna happen, no idea if she even has the resources to make it happen, just a suggestion. If that's all it takes to get you on the hit list, then you need to take a long, hard look at where youre standin and ask yourself, "how sure am I that I can't fuck up bad enough to be a liability?"

Youve been asked to step away from the blog twice now. How sure are you that ain't a three-strikes kinda deal? How sure are you that, assumin you do get your hands on Kyurem, you're gonna actually be okay with a world as cold as Opelucid got that day?

How sure are you that the cold-blooded fuckers who gave you the green light to stab a veterinarian just for sayin shit, aint gonna turn on you the second it stops bein useful to keep you around?

Please, kid. I aint gonna say I aint fuckin pissed at you for what you pulled, but you're just fuckin 17. You still got a chance to get away from all this, to be your own person instead of some grownups' fuckin pawn.

that's all.

probably outta my damn mind postin this on my public blog but it's gotta be said. if I'm the next one to turn up with a knife in my back, then I guess we'll know this post struck a nerve, huh?

#pokeblog rp #high stakes pokereality #//I'M SURE THIS IS GOING TO GO WELL

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sentofight · 1 year

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ooc. i was talking to sin the other day about lindow rarely getting too serious/ mad/ upset or show these emotions. he is always cheery and happy because why else wouldn't he be? like, what does it help being gloomy or over-the-top serious? not his mojo you know lmao.

but then you remember that one time lindow got so pissed of with MC and punched him ;;u;;

you know what that made me realize? lindow is scared of his influence more than anything. like, MC here went berserk to save lindow (and the client) which made him sustain injuries. (i cant read whats written for my life but you can tell lindow gave him a lecture and MC fought back something like you are reckless too and lindow was whaaa punch!) perhaps something MC said along the lines of i did what you taught me//or i learned from you//you'd have done the same thing .. anything like that which made lindow snap.

i think i talked about this before but bird brain.

to think his cheerful attitude will backfire on him lmao. lindow realizes that he influences people easy with his charisma and strength which makes him desperate to drill into people that it is ok to flee if something got out of hand. he wants to affirm that just because they are strong does not mean they are invincible--they are fighting something that mutates every two seconds to become stronger. thinking about how his back makes people want to chase after the strength he got. being the ideal hurts him. he makes fighting so easy ngl and that illusion that they can get stronger kind of not ok u know lmao. most likely why when it comes to picking units, lindow makes sure he can pick the people who will team work and not 'reckless youth' on their own because he aint gonna shoulder your death too. still, he will take whoever in order to protect them and make them stronger in their own abilities. am i making sense? dunno. anyway.

all u need t know that being the strongest backfires on his ass because someone could just use the 'im doing what i learned from you' or 'im trying to follow your teachings' etc and that sparks something inside of him. like bruh i didnt teach you run to your death.

anyway look at them dorks sobs lindow literally cant keep you mad for too long. he wants to make it up quickly. waaaaa

stupid.....big bro and his dumdum lil bro ;;u;; yells softly

ANYWAY RENT FREE IMAGE. TIS WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. EVEN IF I HAVE ALZAHEIMR I WILL REMEMBER THIS.

#ooc.| faty speaks #building up.| lindow #[bye world

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ryugujitr · 2 years

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Goodmorning or afternoon, evening or g'night.

In this week's bulletin of "What the actual FUCK", we will discuss;

FUCK MORNINGS

'Photoshop? Nope, but I'mma teach u anyway'

Laughing at drama queens is 🤡bad🤡

Feminism vs Opinions

I ain't yo ma'

FYCK MORNING CLASSES- COMMUTING ISNT AS PAINFUL AS WAKING UP 3 HOURS B4 CLASS AND REALISING HOW ILL BE WASTING TIME IN CLASS BC THE WOMAN DOesn'T KNOW SHIT SINCE SHE SPECIALISES IN PRINT. But you know what- you can't say anything bc respect your lecturers and also set THE STACKS OF MONEY U HAVE TO PAY FOR TUITION FEE ON FIRE.

This OWMAN. OH MY GOD THIS WOMAN. SHE IS PISSY AND DEFENSIVE FOR THE SLIGHTEST OF THINGS. GIRL- YA DONT KNOW HOW TO USE PHOTOSHOP OR ANY OTHER ADOBE SOFTWARE-

🤡QUIT.THE.COURSE 🤡

But noooooOoOOo WE MEET HER 6 TIMES A WEEK AND EVERY CLASS IS FUCKING CHAOS- BRUH. And These little devils think distracting her is fun- like EXCUSE ME HAHAHAHAHAHAH- THE FUCK WILL U WRITE IN YOUR EXAMS@??????????????? SOME OF US ACTUALLY WANT THIS DEGREE SO WE CAN WORK , NOT RELY ON A MAN FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.

OH OH AND THEN- while the chaos is at full blast this girl is just; 'LeT heR sPeaK atleast LISTEN TO MISS FIRST'

And

This hoe- had been distracting and barfing out useless comments since the class started- says 'So *snifFs* we CanT evEn aSk questioNs *forces a fake sob* 🤡🥲

SO WHY WOULD U NOT LAUGH? AND I WAS JUST: PFFT and

the lecturer is just: WHY ARE U LAUGHING AT HER

Like bruh...she is lying. I am laughing at her AUDACITY OF DERAILING THE CLASS AND PRETENDING TO ACT LIKE SHE CARES AND YOUR STUPIDITY. But kay I guess ....

So TURNS OUT IN THIS CENTURY AND DAY-

Someone comes up to me and asks "Are you a feminist?"

And your boi was literally looking for her STUDENT ID SHE LOST AGAIN, n i was like "Why."

"because you're so confident and strong headed- im glad to see young women who are opinionated enough to take a stand even if they are in the wrong."

Mind you, if my hand wasn't in my bag it would've been down that bitch's throat. AND she is younger than me too and HAD NEVER CONVERSED WITH ME BEFORE, EVER. EVEN IF IM WRONG? THE DEBATE WASNT EVEN A DEBATE I WAS ASKED ABOUT MY OPINION N I GAVE IT TO THE LECTURER WHO AGREED EITH ME AND IT HIT ME-

To this day, a WOMAN'S OPINION- only shows she's a FEMINIST- bc an opinion is something ONLY A MAN CAN HOLD. Since, you know...FEMALES aren't humans .....

Finally, we planned on complaining about the lecturer's LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT OUR DEGREE YET HER AUDACITY TO TEACH. SO- I was like, I ain't complaining cause ya'll gonna back out.

HIGHKEY- TRU BC THE COMPLAINT LINGERED ON FOR 2 WEEKS N MOST OF tHESE HOES DIPPED.

And yesterday, as I walked out of The cafeteria after discovering INFLATION IS A BITCH- this random girl comes to me and is just:

🤡- Hey bestie what happened for the complaint?

🫥: Idk

🤡- GoD yOu're so Usless you Have ONE JOB, AREN'T yOu lIke onE of ThoSe smaRt Kids?

🫥: smart I am, your mother, I am not.

If i could, i would've socked her in the face too, but their were too many witnesses.😏🧐

💗❣️So, that concludes our second week's therapy session.❣️💗

BUT PLEASE TELL ME, HOW YOU DOIN? HOW WAS UR WEEK? GOT ANY NEWS ABOUT LITERALLY ANYTHING - I'LL TAKE IT.❣️💗

(i had to put readmore so ppl wouldnt have to scroll endlessly)

MISS GURL - WHAT IN THE FRIENDS’ NAME IS YOUR circus COLLEGE DOIN?

6 TIMES A DAMN WEEK? I WOULDNT EVEN BE ABLE TO STAND TWO- LIKE AM I MISSIN SOME SHIT HERE OR???

nah cuz that stanky ass bitch asked u “WhY aRe YoU lAuGhIng” i wouldve sent a chair flying in her face bc girl nobody paid your dumbass to be here, it aint nobody’s fault but yours that you got stuck teachin shit you dont even know about like nobody did that for you but yourself

ALSO - WHOS THE HOE THAT SAID YOU’RE USELESS FOR NOT DOIN THE JOB SHE KEPT COMPLAININ ABOUT? also legitimately what the actual fuck was that person thinking when asking if you’re a feminist…….. why.

perhaps the kugelblitz or general apocalypse would have been a good idea here. some people just make this world a terrible place, as IF WE DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH ALREADY FOR FUCKS SAKE YKNOW??? TOTALLY NOT MHMMM

And thank you for stopping by and checking up bestie, i am also having a rather horrific start of my last year of this bullshit jungle circus school.

first of all; EVERYONE IS ATTACKING US FROM EVERY SINGLE FUCKIN DIRECTION ABOUT TESTS, STUDYING AND CHOOSING WHICH HIGH SCHOOL TO GO TO (as if last year wasnt fuckin plenty enough of stress), TEN TIMES WORSE BECAUSE ITS OUR LAST YEAR AND “we’re mature, we’re older, we should be smarter and wiser”………. RIGHT.

second of all - we miraculously have a new student in our shitty class (GIRLIE YOU COULDVE PICKED ANY OTHER FUCKIN CLASS, WHY THIS ONE FILLED WITH IDIOTS???) which is weird, not in a rude way but like…… transferring last year to another school seems more stressful than trying to find a needle in a haystack within one hour, considering 1. you dont know anyone or anything here now 2. you barely have friends and 3. the grading system is entirely diff and fucked way more than your past school so idk how this girl is going to make it but im gonna try look out for her from the shadows and help when i can.

third of all - WE DONT HAVE A SINGLE BREAK EXCEPT FOR WHEN YOU HAVE A RELIGION RELATED HOLIDAY (i have one in october - A SINGLE DAY) AND A SINGLE LITTLE SAD FUCKIN FRIDAY UNTIL THE 30TH OF DECEMBER. WHO MAKES IT OUT ALIVE UNTIL THEN IS A FUCKIN PSYCHOPATH BECAUSE I SURE AINT, WHO TF IS MENTALLY STABLE ENOUGH TO BE COMFORTABLE FOR THIS SHIT AINT NO FUCKIN WAY THATS ME

fourth of all, the teachers are twats- worse than ever before. they’re harassing us from every direction because its our last year, we have to behave, we have to study, keep in line - BUT LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT, IM NOT DOING THAT. THE NEXT TIME SOMEONE DARES SPEAK TO ME IN A WAY I DONT LIKE IM SOCKING THEM IN THE FACE, DRAGGING THEM OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL BY THEIR WIG AND BANGING THEIR HEAD AGAINST THE RAILS UNTIL THEY GET A. CONCUSSION. IM NOT HAVING IT.

fifth of all - i was extremely close to getting into a fight and beating the shit out of a girl (lets call her B for Bitch) from my class. im gonna make one thing clear - i hate liars, despise them to the core. i hung out with B and a couple other two girls at lunch and she began literally speedwalking when one of those two girls told me that B asked her why im hanging out with them randomly. i immediately yelled at her dumbass to stop running from her problems and turn around cuz im not a kindergarten teacher, she stopped in her tracks and i told her if she was so bothered by me she should tell me instead of being a coward and talking shit behind my back. she got extremely uncomfortable and didnt dare even look me in the eye for the rest of the day and tbh she should be glad she didnt.

as expected, im definitely not gonna be anything like allison or klaus this year - i’ll be going on a yelling and beating spree from how annoyed people already get me here. my class absolutely didnt change for the better, when they all grow up im betting my left eye they’ll be living a sad life in this country fr.

anyway, ur homegirl will be alone at lunch in the bathroom listening to tua music and probably scrolling thru media bc whats better than learning tua footloose dance in the school bathrooms 💀💀💀

overall you and i both are gonna have a tough year it seems, i’ll always be here for therapy sessions tho dearest 😭😭🖤🖤🖤

#itstheghostofmypast 💌#ALSO I CACKLED AT #‘smart i am #your mother i am not’#SLAYYYYY BSHDJDJ BESTIE WOOOOO

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blackshadowswriter · 2 years

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So I gotta read Romeo and Juliet this year, and I already know the basic plot (thank you, sparknotes 😘 ur a lifesaver) and I just realized how messed up the play actually is.

If you think about it:

The two of them met at what was basically a blind date ig (i mean, they got masks) and smooched once

Romeo became a stalker and basically broke into Juliet's home (nicely, like Yelena though), and they had some heartfelt convo under the moon during which no one noticed a young girl talking to a random-no, not even random dude, a dude from a family that's literally their enemy-in the bushes below

Then bros decided to run off and get married after talking for like 3 hours

After that, Romeo got one of his homies killed and also committed homicide, but Juliet was like "omg, i still love u even tho u gutted my cuz, bby <3"

But my dude gets his stupid butt banished from the city, and that sussy friar dude gonna go full Potions Master Snape and pull a vial of some sleeping potion outta his ass

Juliet's actually gonna trust this sus baka and drink the damn thing when it could be a tube fulla piss or some expired milk or smth

She falls into her enchanted sleep or whatever (suing Disney for copyright now, ik where they got Aurora from)

She gets proclaimed dead, and no one-and I mean no one, not a single person in her rather extensive family-is gonna see a passed out girl and think "let's check her heartbeat to see if she's alive"

Like isn't that the first thing you do when you see an unconscious person???

Ik their science or medicine or whatever aint too advanced back then, but yall have got to have at least known that hearbeat = alive, no heartbeat = dead

And I refused to believe that that friar dude's potion stopped her heartbeat but kept her alive, so I'm determined that she still had a pulse

So if she had a pulse, she had to have been breathing at least, but none of these idiots gonna noticed that

Anywyas, Romeo hears that his gf croaked, sneaks back into the city, and he has to give one more goddamn monologue before he dips.

Like why couldn't he have just looked at his dead wifey and drank the poison instantly and saved us future English students the pain of reading that. He created another section of hw assignments to translate that speech he had to give.

And then after he yabbers on for eternity, he chugs poison

Like where tf are these people getting these vials of sketch potions from? Is Snape your private supplier or smth?

And then Juliet's gonna wake up, see her hubby frothing at the mouth besides her deathbed and be like "damn, this one dude I married for like two weeks is dead, my life is so over" and stab herself.

Then their fams realize that each of them got one dead fam member and are instantly like "man, we were so wrong to hate each other, it caused the deaths of this young, wonderful, not-insane-at-all couple, we should tots stop fighting"

If that was my family, they'd be so mad I went behind their backs and married a dude from the enemy family, they'd probably disown my dead body and toss me into the river

But like irl, they wouldn't have stopped fighting for a measly thing like death, nah man they gonna go at each other even harder, they gonna be blaming each other for Romeo and Juliet's deaths, and I wouldn't be shocked if they started a civil war or smth

And I'm sorry, but at the end when they say they put a statue up of the two, I'm just thinking of Loki putting a statue up of himself in Asgard. Sue me.

Like...? This...? Is...? Considered...? One....? Of...? The...? Best...? English...? Classics...?

Shakespeare got mad problems, dude.

P.S. Yall this is satire, I'm just joking, don't come at me and lecture me "well, that's not how it happened." I can't be bothered to read another analysis of this goddamn play

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Rescue Event- Phase Two/ Breach and Rescue

OST: Strike Force One

"We've got to hurry and take down the bloody door. Zek, Leonidas. Ge the breach charges ready." Eros said with a nod from the two Atelier soldiers as they walked up and primed the doors.

"What lies behind those doors is a myriad of a library of horrors that we will have to face. What I am most worried about is Zek's reaction if it is too late." Guangxian would say while feeling the reassuring hand of Krieg.

"We shouldn't be too late after all.....Zek has told me that is mother, Atya, is a very resilient person." Krieg said in a positive manner in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Krieg I under stand you are trying to bring up everyone's mood. but I am being serious here. Zek has not seen his mother in twenty two years. This is important to him.... and for us as well. Plus.. those MT's were powered by Fusion Energy... mate. Someone must have been a huge fan of your father....or you..." Eros said crossing his arms.

"I would find that hightly improbable because, to replicate my ideas of Fusion Energy would merely take but an amount of-"

"Charges set! Time to roll and get these marks." Leonidas said getting in position along with Zek who was focused more than anything on finding his mother and getting her out of here.....

"The science lecture can wait at the University Of Brumel, mate! We gotta get ready and get inside!!!" Eros said getting in position with Guangxian, Hermes and Krieg following as the strike team got ready...with Eros closing his eyes to once again prepare.. then

BOOOOOOM!

The breaching charges went off as Eros, Leonidas, Guangxian, Zek and Krieg all rushed inside the enemy base while shooting at any opposing forces that remained to handle the breaching team or decided to fall back further into the base....

"Clear!"

"Clear!!!"

All three seasoned soldiers shouted in unison looking over the dead bodies as Guangxian used his Semblance; Neural Pulse to track any enemies that could scrambling around the area... however, there was none.

"Cleared to proceed. But we need to move fast....Krieg, Hermes I will deal with data deletion and getting rid of anything related with Project Immortalis. You, Zek, and Leonidas can deal with any enemy forces coming our way and rescuing those hostages." Guangxian would say with a nod from the trio.

"Thats a copy. Lets move out lads!" Eros said starting to run down the hallway with Zek and Leonidas in tow while Krieg and Guangxian started to run the other way to find anything on Project Immortalis.

OST: RESCUE THEM ALL

Within the base the sirens went off as the Solitas Liberation soldiers were getting in their defensive positions as quickly as possible. But Eros, Leonidas and Zek would enter the room and start shooting.

"Hurry! We need to buy the Elite Soldiers and the Scientists time!!!" One of the enemies shouted before they were met with a bullet from Zek who had the darkest glare on their face that was never seen before in just ages. This was a man on a mission to save what is closest to him...

Eros on the other hand would be in a clash with one of those Elite soldiers that managed to get a good hit on him with, Leonidas providing assistance through the Aurelius wrist blade stabbing the elite mook through his throat pulling it out while Eros immediately returned to work on the other soldiers with Leonidas assisting.

Finally, there were none left in the area as they were dead, but it was not over yet as a loud scream was heard along with the begging of children, men, women, and others. Which caused the three atelier soldiers to be spurred into action.

Inside the prison barracks the elite soldiers were preparing the people for their execution. "Now now. Dont worry its gonna take just five minutes. Actually no it aint gonna take five minutes its gonna be ri-" The elite soldier said before they were shot in the head by Zek and before the other soldiers could react they too were shot by Leonidas and Eros.

"Are you alright, we're with the Atelier Paladins! You have been liberated by us!!"Eros would say with the hostages feeling a wave of relief as some cried, some would cheer, and kiss their loved ones out of sheer relief as the nightmare they were once part of came to an end.

"Does anyone know where an Atya Sunna is!?!?! "Zek asked in a hurried manner with his eyes screaming towards the hostages with them remaining quiet and rubbing the bakc of their heads until one stood forward as he looked old... to which the snipers eyes widened realizing who it was....

"I never... thought I would hear that young voice again... Zek." Zek's village elder would speak.

"I... never thought I would see you again....." The sniper replied with old man chuckling."They sadly took her when you and yours arrived here..... they just began to experiment on her now." The elder spoke which Zek turned around and started to run quickly and panted....

"Oh Bloody hell not again! Zek!!! Wait up I'm trying to keep you bloody alive!!!" Eros shouted chasing after Zek.

OST: A Mothers Indomitable Love

The sniper panted and looked around frantically looking for the laboratories until he came across it... and finally he never shouted what he shouted with such urgency before. "Ийэ!!! Ийэ!!! (Mother! Mother!!!)" Zek would shout in his language when he came across one of the testing rooms where he saw two soldiers immediately shooting the first one ramming the other one with his bayonet as pulling the rifle out off the mans stomach he would open up the doors to see the Scientists injecting her with Project Immortalis!

"СYOX!!!!! (NO!!!!!)" Zek would shout loudly ready to shoot the two scientists until he was stopped by Eros in the nick of time.... while the scientists backed up while.

"Mate.... its over... she might be gone...." Eros would say shooting a glare at the scientists to stay right there while Zek approached his mother for the first time in ages taking off his mask revealing his face, with the left side having a hole where his teeth was seen and scar tissue took over the rest.

"Ийэ....өршөөгөөрэй.....(Mother.. I'm so sorry...)" Zek would say starting falling to his knees holding his mothers hands tightly.... pratying to whatever god was out there to let him see his mother.... alive.

And... a god answered....

"Mm..... my head.... " Atya would say before looking down at the person who was holding her hand tightly as he looked up to see his mother. With Atya gasping..... and immediately tearing up....

"Zek.....my baby boy!!!!" She shouted with glee holding her son tightly in her arms for the first time in twenty two years while Zek began to sob loudly holding his mom in his arms.

"MAMA!!! MAMA!!!! IM SO SORRY!!! I AM SO SO SORRY!!!!" He sobbed with relief while Eros removed his helmet with tears in his eyes rolling down his cheeks while the Scientists also began crying..... as while these two may have been their enemy.. but just knowing that finally after 150,000 experiments......

PROJECT IMMORTALIS WAS A SUCCESS....

#[Event: Rescue Mission]#[The Deadliest Sniper- Zek]#[The Honored One- Hermes]#[The Technologist Hacker- Guangxian]#[The Visionary Genius- Krieg]#[A Mothers Indomitable Love- Atya]#[An Army Of One- Leonidas]#[Every Hero Has Its Story- Drabble]

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