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[5] post apocalypse + ex! san + "lucky you. i only allow one escape attempt before i start chopping off limbs."

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a/n: 5k words, a bit of violence and implied death/torture (not main character death), there's also just a lot of anxious feelings, so be careful there pls! gender neutral as always!

"you'd be surprised how many dead people i've found in bathtubs lately. someone should really look into it."

the man stops twirling his knife, leaning too close. you scoot away from him, until your back hits the cold surface of the tub, but the man does not seem to get the hint. his grin does not falter. he merely raises a delicate brow, waiting. as if he expects a response.

you stare.

he narrows his eyes.

"what," you clear your throat, "what do you want?"

the man eyes you for a moment too long, his sharp dark eyes skipping over your face, down your body, sizing you up.

then he flips the knife in his fingers before sheathing it in the holder wrapped around his waist, and he holds out a hand, fingers outstretched.

you stare in disbelief at the gesture.

your eyes dart to the open door behind him. aside from the knife, the man had nothing else too advantageous. he's shorter, a bit thin in appearance. easy to shove at and run away from. if you played along, you could -

"assuming you somehow got past me - doubtful, but there's always a very slim chance," he rolls his eyes and you wince at the fact that he seems to know what you're thinking, "you really think i'd be out here alone? in these conditions?"

he clicks his tongue and then wiggles his fingers at you, the movement erratic. impatient.

you examine his features, his high, sharp cheekbones and dark eyes, and you don't like how you can't figure him out. he's weird. he's clearly unstable. he has a knife. only god knows how long he'd been hovering above you with the damn thing, waiting for you to wake up. that thought makes you suppress a shudder. one thing you do know: he is dangerous. even without the glaring orange flag, he radiates the kind of energy you used to cross the street to avoid.

"so are you going to sit here all day? or come with us?"

he emphasizes the us with a lopsided grin and another wiggle of his fingers. you decide now is the time to think about self-preservation, at least until you can find a way out of this situation. it's easier to trick him into lowering his guard if you act complacent. at least you hope so.

so you slowly place your hand in his. he yanks you up and out of the tub. you stumble, but he doesn't seem to care, merely lets go of your hand and rakes his eyes over you, sizing you up the way a predator sizes up prey, the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end.

he gestures towards the door, "you first."

you blink.

"like i said," he reminds you, still smiling, dark eyes unwavering, "i'm not here alone. you wouldn't even make it a meter out that door if you tried to run."

so, you walk.

and when you step down the apartment building stairs - the place used be an older apartment building with a winding stairwell that clearly never had any upkeep - dodging the EXIT sign hanging by a single wire as you exited the way you'd come the afternoon before, you're met by one other man, with black hair shaved at the sides and a gaze darker than the man behind you. somehow, he's more terrifying than the other man and you're almost glad he'd warned you not to try to run. this man, with his heavy gaze and the long butcher knives hooked his back, would skin you alive without a second thought.

behind him is an old pickup truck, a man sitting in the driver's seat and smoking a cigarette. every single alarm bell in your head is shouting at you. you'd learn Before that you should never let kidnappers take you to a secondary location, however, that advice had been during a time when your world wasn't ghost town after ghost town. you could die trying. but, for some god-forsaken reason, you've been hellbent on surviving. for what? you did not know. but every cell in your body lit up in anticipation, especially when the man behind you shoved you forward.

the dark haired man in front of you tilts his head as he sizes you up. then his gaze flits over your shoulder, "that's it?"

"this is the first person we've found in a month. i think this is pretty good, seonghwa."

the dark haired man - seonghwa - grimaces, "whatever."

he waves a hand. the man in the truck gets out. he can't be much older than you, a scar running across his cheek. a plume of smoke curls around him before he flicks the bud to the dirt and grinds with the heel of his dirty sneakers. they would have been a coveted pair back Before, the kind people stood in line for. jordans, you think. the details flood through your vision. the way he pulls out a sack. the way he steps towards you. the way seonghwa merely watches. the way you can feel the other man hovering behind you.

the man in the ratty jordans gets close - an arms length away - and that's when you reach into your boot and yank out wooyoung's knife. you swing, blindly, but you don't care. you need to survive. stupid as it is. with the sun blazing down on you and those things fluttering between the clouds, you want to survive. there's blood, a yell, and the man in the ratty jordans keels on the floor, clutches his stomach, and you let out a loud laugh, more shocked than anything. there's blood on your hands. again. a hand yanks at your elbow. you spin, knocking him off you. the man who had found you in the bathtub meets your gaze when you lift the knife. his gaze drops to wooyoung's knife and his eyes widen. he freezes for much too long. you lunge, but he composes himself to quickly for you. you're thrown to the ground, landing so hard the breath is knocked from you and you see black stars, the kind of night sky you hadn't seen in ages because of the monsters that roam the night. suddenly there's a weight on your chest. you blink away the stars and the numbness in your limbs but the weight is so heavy, you can barely breathe.

the man you'd lunged at stares down at you, his hair hanging to the side, his eyes narrowed. there's a cut on his chin, shallow but still bloody. blood drips from it as he bends over you, replacing his foot with his knee, all his weight on top of you. you gasp for air, but he does not let up. the blood on his chin drips onto your cheek.

he plucks the knife from your limp fingers, flips it over, as he examines it. then he holds it out. seonghwa appears above you. he plucks the knife from your hand, observes it in the same fashion. then he smiles. somehow, the way his smile softens his features is more terrifying. it's humanizing, and it makes you wonder how someone so handsome and human and kind-looking, could do something like this.

"gonna minimize my loot again, hwa?" he asks. you try to shove his knee off you, but that only makes him add more pressure.

"looks like you'll kill them before i can, hongjoong."

the man - hongjoong - chuckles, but he lets up and you sputter for air, rolling onto your side.

hongjoong merely squats at your side, waiting for you to catch your breath. he looms and you realize that you're fucked. you're so fucking fucked.

you look at him. hongjoong leans close, elbows resting on his knees, and he says, "do you have any other weapons on you i should be worried about?"

you shake your head.

"lucky you. i usually allow one escape attempt before i start chopping off limbs." hongjoong tosses a brown burlap sack at your face. it's rough, the kind potatoes would come in. you wince. he says, "so, put this over your head and let's get you home."

and, you do. that's the worst part. your fingers tremble and hongjoong smiling serenely at you is the last thing you see before you tug the musty burlap sack over your head. the word home rings in your head, and that is what terrifies you most.

when you stand up, blind as bat, someone ties your hands behind your back. your stomach churns with the terror growing inside of you.

~.~.~.~.~

"and we're here."

you'd spent the car ride trying to decipher how many turns the car had taken, but everything was distorted and the sharp turns did not help. when the car finally came to a screeching halt, jerking you into the seat in front of you, your heart started to race so hard, you thought it would dig its way out. you're an idiot. you should have heeded wooyoung's words and gotten the hell out of town as soon as you stepped out of their bunker. instead, you're about to be subjected to god-knows-what, and you almost wish they let san toss you out to the alien monsters in the fog instead of whatever the hell hongjoong and seonghwa planned to do to you.

the burlap sack is yanked off. you shake away the hair, glancing around, but all you're met with is a line of trucks. you look back and realize -

"no going back now," hongjoong grins, patting your back roughly.

behind you is a wall, made of metal and cement. it stretches on to the left and right, curving inwards, and there are are towers with men and women holding weapons. it's a jail, you realize, glancing up at the barbed wire at the top of the wall. somehow, they seized a jail, and there was no way in, let alone a way out.

your gaze falls on seonghwa, who only seems to be observing you. the man you'd attacked is being led away, most likely for medical attention.

you half expect he'll toss you in a cell with rats for companions and call it a day. from what wooyoung alluded to, that may even be a kinder fate.

but then hongjoong says, "let's give you a tour."

seonghwa rolls his eyes, "i'll meet you in the west wing then."

and then you're left alone with hongjoong.

~.~.~.~.~

he does in fact give you a tour, like an eccentric tour guide, and the orange bandana almost makes sense.

the community itself - somehow you'd imagined this torture chamber, when in fact it's just...a secured living space - is nice, almost. it's nothing like you expected. jail cells were converted into living spaces and as you walk around, you spot a handful of greenhouses and gardens. there's a dining hall. there are men and women, young and old, and even a few children. they bow to hongjoong as you pass.

"here is the west wing." he leads you into a building with high ceilings and a faded painting of a hammer and fist painted on the wall. he gestures down a dark hall, where a wooden door sits.

you follow him, and your footsteps echo as you walk. outside, the sun shone down, and the casual shouting among everyone reminded you of Before. you hadn't seen that many people, that many alive, since Before. that overwhelming feeling you'd had the bunker with san creeps over your skin, but you refuse to let yourself feel it. not with your kidnapper.

he pushes the door open and the room is clean, quiet, but the jail cells are finally there. there are cots in each jail cell, complete with white sheets, a pillow, and a small toilet and sink. there's no blood. no one being torn limb from limb. nothing you'd imagined on your way here.

your fingers tremble at your sides still. you say, "please let me go."

"aren't you hungry?" hongjoong asks.

you shake your head.

hongjoong nods, stepping around you, deeper into the room. he taps a long finger against one of the steel jail bars. ding.

"seonghwa should be here soon."

another step. another tap against the steel bars. ding.

you'd seen the sleeping quarters and the people and the dining hall and the baskets filled with bread and vegetables that had your stomach growling shamelessly. you'd seen it.

step. ding.

but, you'd seen the way the people bowed at hongjoong and scurried away. the voices were loud, but there was a wave of quiet as you both passed by. no one glanced twice at you, hands tied behind your back as hongjoong led you around like a dog.

almost like they were used to prisoners getting the grand tour. almost like they were scared of hongjoong.

step. ding.

you'd seen the men and women walking around with weapons strapped to them the way seonghwa had, eyes observant. were they protecting them? or keeping them in line? the children you had seen do not laugh. was that because of the aliens outside? or something else?

"i'm not stupid."

the words spill from your lips without fully thinking your words through.

step. ding.

"is that so?"

"look," your fingers dig into each other, "i don't know what kind of game this is, and i don't care to find out. i don't want any part in this."

he stops stepping around the room, merely pauses and stares at you. his smile drops and his eyes narrow and he says, "you made yourself a part of this the moment you pulled that knife."

"you would fight back too if you were in this situation."

"oh," hongjoong snorts. taps the steel bars once more, "you are stupid."

"i don't -"

"where did you get the knife?"

"excuse me?"

that's when hongjoong steps towards you. you step away, but he only steps closer and closer, crowding you, until your back is pressed to the steel bars of a jail cell. he leans so close, you can feel his breath on your skin. you can see the rage seething in his dark eyes. he bites out, "who the fuck gave you that knife?"

wooyoung's name nearly spills from your lips before you remember what he'd told you about yeosang and mingi. maybe you should have snitched. in this world, it shouldn't matter. wooyoung had robbed you. san had berated you for trusting them so easily. so you should give them up just as easily. but, you can't do it. you cannot do it.

"who?" hongjoong whispers.

"i don't know."

that's when hongjoong barks out a loud laugh. you jump at the sudden sound. "you're stupid and a liar."

there's a cough behind you, loud and clear, but hongjoong does not step away from you. you glimpse seonghwa, arms crossed as he peers at you both.

"why the hell does it matter?"

"because he would never give this knife away to just anyone." hongjoong says, "so you must be someone."

his tone is sinister, filled with a type of anger that makes you wish the steel bars behind you was between you both.

you don't like it. you don't like this. so you shove him. he stumbles.

"i don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"hongjoong, leave our poor guest alone." seonghwa's voice is melodic, the opposite of his appearance.

hongjoong tosses a glare at seonghwa, but he complies, stepping away from you.

"now, I'm sure you have questions - "

"that's a fucking understatement."

seonghwa crosses his arms over his chest, ignoring your interruption " - and you'll have to earn the answers, like everyone else here. welcome to - "

"earn?"

" - the sanctuary. we have food, a warm place to sleep, companionship, and most importantly safety from the fog. i expect - "

"no."

this time seonghwa acknowledges your interruption. he raises a brow. "no?"

"you both kidnapped me and now you're expecting me to stay here. to work? i don't even want to fucking be here."

"you can leave if you answer hongjoong's question."

you blink, "i-"

"we never said you can't leave. in fact, anyone who does not earn their keep leaves. those are the conditions we have here. slack off or break a rule and you need to leave with that night's shipment."

"then - "

"before you decide, i think you'd like to see what that means, wouldn't you?"

his tone is pointed, but his gaze is unwavering. something tells you that you do, something that has goosebumps curling up your skin.

~.~.~.~.~

seonghwa and hongjoong remain polite, and it is unsettling. even as they lead you to the dining room and give you a heaping plate of food. you haven't seen a peach in ages, but as you stare at the juicy slices on your plate, your stomach only grows more knotted.

"you won't eat this?" hongjoong asks.

you shake your head.

hongjoong just smiles and looks at seonghwa, and that unsettles you more.

hongjoong disappears after the meal and seonghwa leads you into a tiny library across the yard. filled to the brim with books and cushions to lounge on.

seonghwa sits in silence across from you.

you twiddle your thumbs, even try to read, before you finally whisper, "what is the point of this? are you trying to convince me to stay? is that it?"

you think, for a moment, that seonghwa won't answer. he finishes his page before he dog-ears the page and shuts it quietly. he looks up at you. "tonight's shipment will be held at the gates. i always have our guests attend before they decide if they'd like to leave the next night."

"i'm not your guest though. i don't know what kind of strange god complex you have, but this isn't right. this isn't fair."

"this isn't about you."

that brings you to a halt. "is this about the knife?"

"partially," seonghwa shrugs, "i don't care much for vengeance but hongjoong lives for it. this, however, is about survival. your individual feelings do not matter when it comes to the well-being of my people. for now, you are a guest and i am treating you as such. as soon as that status is revoked, you can do whatever you wish." seonghwa lifts the book once more, "but so can everyone else."

you stare at him in disbelief, "that sounds like a threat."

"it's a warning. your first warning."

~.~.~.~.~

you don't feel comfortable being outside in the dark. who would after everything? anxiety curls in your stomach, until you feel nauseous, but seonghwa stands tall and strides outside as the sun is setting as if this is Before and everything is fine. you follow after him, down a trodden path, the otherwise green grass crushed into brown dirt and rocks. you're not the only ones headed this way, and no one spares you a glance as they hurry to wherever you're headed. there's a buzz in the air, excitement almost, and even the hushed voices around you are filled with laughter. it's the same feeling you used to get when you'd line up for concerts. it's strange. you hate it.

the setting sun sends chills down your back, and as the evening turns to dusk, you wring at your clothes.

seonghwa glances sideways at you, his eyes flickering to your hands.

"where are we going?"

"we're going to watch the shipment leave."

you don't voice that that explains nothing, still wringing your hands.

you finally end up in front of the gates where you'd first arrived, but this time there are fairy lights set up and benches, beside a shed that connects into a big building. hongjoong never gave you a tour of that section of the community. at the front a truck is running, cloth thrown over the back. seonghwa takes a seat at the front, and you follow him, sitting beside him.

you feel like there's a giant target on your back. this isn't normal. any minute now, the sun will set and the fog will arrive and whatever the hell those aliens hid in the fog will take all of you.

hongjoong sits on your other side. you jump.

he snorts, "nervous?"

you shake your head.

"you really are a liar," he laughs.

the sun fully sets, and all that is left is darkness. you can't help but glance at the moon, and the shadows of things hanging in the sky is so prominent, you think you'll cry.

seonghwa calls from beside you, "thank you for joining us everyone. tonight is our 422nd shipment. please bring in tonight's shipment."

the shed door opens, and a long haired woman with a rifle steps out, walking backwards. slowly, one by one, four people in chains step out, surrounded by guards prodding them with weapons. two of them are sobbing silently, shaking their head as they stumble, one of them just stares straight ahead, like a zombie. or drugged out. you don't know. you can't tell from here. the one in the front is smiling, eyes glassy, staring straight ahead. their ankles and arms are chained together and the rattle of the chains echoes all around them. it takes you a minute to realize one of the sobbing ones is a child, barely a teenager. your fingers curl into fists in your lap.

"keep looking," hongjoong murmurs and he is leaning close, his words right against your ear. "the hands, the feet, the ears. look closely."

you count three fingers on one. one ear on the other, the child. just one foot on the other, the one stumbling.

holy shit.

your ears are ringing as you stare at them, as you try to register the words coming out of seonghwa's mouth as he stands. something about stealing extra bread. something about interrupting his teacher for months. something about lying. the audience is enraptured. you don't see anyone angry. no tears. just staring in awe. just nodding at seonghwa's words.

"what the fuck?" you whisper.

hongjoong puts his arm over your shoulder, weighs you down as he leans close, and he says, "i don't recommend making a scene. just watch."

you can't even get yourself to move, let alone say something of substantial volume, but you watch as they open the gates just a sliver, just enough to see into the pitch darkness. there are trees there.

seonghwa gets up, goes to them, and he presses a kiss to each of their foreheads and you think you're going to be sick. with the pressure of hongjoong's arm over your shoulders and the look of reverence on everyone's faces. wooyoung's words echo in your head. this is the place that is worse than the fucking aliens. and you have a feeling you haven't even witnessed the worst of it.

they leave and one of them looks back through the gates once more, and you meet their glassy eyes, the proud smile, and -

the gates slam shut.

~.~.~.~.~

"do you want a tour?"

you shake your head.

hongjoong holds your hand, and his grip is almost kind this time, as he pulls you towards the shed the 'shipment' had come out of. you can hear laughter and dancing, the crackles of old radios playing music from behind you. they're celebrating.

you glance back, but seonghwa blocks your view as he trails after you and hongjoong. the shed is dark and cold and you are filled with the kind of horror that buries itself into the bones and grows, like flora its roots crawl into every crook and crevice, and it takes you too long to realize that this is invasive and it will take over sooner rather than later. that it will ruin you. that you cannot escape.

he opens a metal door, and you're in a quiet room filled with jail cells. it's too dark to see into them, but there are rows upon rows of them.

at the front desk sits a man, not much older than you, with tanned skin and a scar running up his neck towards his jaw.

"this is jongho," hongjoong says. his eyes are on you as he tugs you forward by the wrist. "jongho cannot speak, but i'm certain he says hi back."

you glance at hongjoong, questioning.

seonghwa is the one to say, "he lost his tongue. for lying to me."

a shiver runs up your spine.

jongho stares at you, but his eyes aren't...dark. they're almost kind. they're worried.

you yank your wrist from hongjoong's grip, stepping away from all of them, and you can't help the tremble in your tone. you hate showing vulnerability, but maybe that's the only way to not end up locked in one of those cells or worse. "so what? i'm going to be a part of the next shipment?"

"only if you want to leave. and i can't guarantee you'll be in the next one. maybe in a couple months. depends on the list, really." seonghwa says.

"leaving isn't really a choice then."

"it is if you tell us where you got the knife from."

you could just say it. you doubt wooyoung, or even san, would do this for you if they were in your place. but you can't. despite everything, despite the world you're in, you cannot.

"no."

~.~.~.~.~

they don't toss you in a cell right then there. they take you back to the west wing and put you in one of those rooms, with a cot and a pillow, and they leave you there with a single lantern light on. it's cold and dark, and as you lay there, huddled in on yourself, all you see is the faces of those four people whenever you close your eyes.

you flip to your side and wince at something jabbing into your side. your fingers land on the radio you'd tucked away at your waist, under your clothes. they hadn't noticed it. maybe you are an idiot, for finding a sliver of hope in it, especially now, but you still do it. you still turn it on and set it to walkie talkie mode. you still clear your throat awkwardly, checking the room in case, and whisper into it. you are grasping for for straws and truly feel like an idiot right then.

the only walkie talkie channel you've ever had this radio set to was the one that paired with this one from back Before. to san.

it is a pipe dream to think that anything would happen.

yet, a part of you is still disappointed and scared and upset when nothing comes through. all that is left is silence. you try it once more. nothing. nothing at all.

you clip the radio back, and you curl onto your side on the hard cot. you try to settle the fear and hopelessness building inside of you. it's up to you to figure out how to get out of here. no one will come to rescue you. no one rescued you the day everything went to shit. no one will rescue you now. you know that.

you're scared of that, because you think you won't be enough this time. you were barely enough last time when you'd had you mother's blood on your hands.

just as you're drifting off into sleep, fingers still grasping the radio, you hear a soft static sound. you blink into the dark.

a soft voice fills the room, "hello?"

you scramble to your knees, reaching for the radio, your voice cracking, "san?"

"y/n?" it's not san's voice. that much you can tell. your eyes widen, and disappointment curls deep in your chest. still he keeps talking, says, "why the fuck are you still in range, y/n?"

your eyes widen in recognition.

it's yeosang. with san's radio.

#ateez scenarios #san angst #ateez angst #san #ateez

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television-bodies · 6 months

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fic writer tag game

thank you for the tag @palmviolet ! love things like this. blessings upon you and all your sheep

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

five! my ao3 account is but a baby

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

63k. in approximately ten days this is going to jump by ~15k so perhaps i should have waited to do this tag but alas. impatience

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently only les mis. so many themes to explore... so many characters to sink my teeth into... so many dynamics to look at and so many situations into which i can drop people...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i mean. this is going to be all of my fics but here's the ranking

suckerpunch

visiting hours

restoring the balance

tech week

the two sides of monsieur valentine (the perils of rarepairs)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!!! i love comments. fuel. life blood

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

well. there's a major character death marinating in my drafts, yet to be unleashed

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

currently all of them have pretty happy endings, which is something i'm sort of trying to change because i'm starting to get a little bored of writing that all the time. sorry. scared of getting myself into a funk! all things considered though, it's probably tech week. those final lines were in my head from the very start of the fic, and with the whole christmas vibe... yeah. that one, i think

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not so far! hoping that will not change!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not as of yet and i can't see myself doing so if i'm honest but i'm also a big believer in never saying never because i don't know who i am (or more importantly, who i will be). so. not at the moment. but in ten years maybe i'll look back at this and laugh. you know

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

again, not as of yet! not a full crossover, with characters from each thing intersecting, anyway. i've got some AUs for les mis that are specific to other interests, but nothing closer than that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't see many fics in the les mis fandom getting translated at all anymore! the fandom is so lovely but it's definitely quieter than it has been in the past, so it doesn't surprise me. i'd love for it to happen, but no, not yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nooo. i like the idea of it, if there was someone i think i worked well enough with -- but i don't know anybody over here well enough for that yet, i don't think. i am currently bad at messaging people/interacting on any level deeper than reblogging posts or commenting on their fics, which is really something i should work on. open to the possibility though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

enjolras and grantaire, oh my god. living in my brain for goddamn YEARS now. years upon years. with that said, i do have certain Feelings about them -- maybe i'll go more into detail with this someday on some other post but really i think that the way they're done in canon is kind of perfect, which is why i don't write canon era fic for them. there's nothing i can do to that that would make it worthwhile, to me. but putting them in different time periods or situations? ohhh yeah

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i've got bits and pieces of a les mis AU for the BBC series race across the world which i am still sort of attached to but can't see myself doing anymore, purely because writing the logistical parts of how the race etc functions in that show was boring me, and i don't want to be bored by something that i'm doing for my enjoyment. but maybe i'll do a post at some point laying out the main plot points if anybody's interested because i do still like the concept

16. What are your writing strengths?

probably still nailing this down, if i'm honest. i like descriptions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i always think i'm not great at dialogue, but i've been told the opposite, so who knows! i think my issue with it comes more from wondering where the conversation should go/what should go in the middle of two points i want the characters to make, rather than making it sound realistic. i think i'm fairly good on the realism front.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

occasionally i'll make characters say the odd phrase in another language, but nothing more than that. i'm not fluent in any language other than english, so unless it's something i'm sure of in spanish i think i'd just be worrying if the translation is correct, which isn't worth it to me (and there isn't much use for spanish in what i'm currently writing lmao)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

fanfiction dot net days are ones we do not talk about... a haze in my mind... banished to the darkness... but i actually do know the answer to this -- it was dracula, for some fucking reason. (i know the reason. but i'm not sharing)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

i'm quite fond of suckerpunch, just because i think it's sort of speedrunning my personal exr manifesto, but i don't know! seriously no answer to this! taking that as a good sign: maybe my favourite is yet to come.

no pressure tags go to @pumpkinspice-prouvaire @sereendy @shamedumpster and anybody else who wishes to do it!

#tag game #my fics #got to do two of these sort of things recently what joy

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lunadensoutatime · 1 year

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17 posts created (14%)

103 posts reblogged (86%)

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I tagged 116 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#bttf - 75 posts

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#marty mcfly - 54 posts

#family ties - 26 posts

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#alex p keaton - 21 posts

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#i think i'm going to write this at some point in the near future

My Top Posts in 2022:

Can't believe I missed BTTF day yesterday, so please accept this collage thing I made, one of the first digital art pieces I've ever done!

8 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

Time Blind, But A Time Traveler

My second short one shot out of two for my favorite 80s media couples this Valentines Day! (you can probably tell I rushed through these 😅) First one is Memories We Make

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Jennifer Parker tapped her foot impatiently on the porch as she checked both ends of the street again, but she tried to restrain any annoyance she felt for her boyfriend at the moment. Sighing, she sat down on the swing and steeled herself to wait a little longer for Marty, if something was wrong he would have called and her mother would have called out the screen door for her.

Marty McFly was a time traveler, that in itself was unusual enough considering there was only a select number of people who had experienced the scientific breakthrough first hand. Even more unusual was how he was unaware to the passing of time, he would be late or early to everything; there was no in between, no being "on time".

At first it was because it was intensified by him having to adjust to a timeline different than the one he had known his entire life, such as skateboarding somewhere when he could have taken his truck and gotten there in half of the time. Then it boiled down to Marty just being Marty, time blind was in some ways his style.

Finally a car rolled down the street and Jennifer walked down the front walk to meet it at the end of the driveaway, releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. As the car got closer, the dirty blonde realized it wasn't Marty's black pickup, but a silver car that drove low to the ground. She recognized the all too familiar car and shook her head as it stopped in front of her, the gullwing door opening to reveal her boyfriend.

"When this baby hits 88 mph, you're gonna see some serious shit," Marty grinned.

Jen goodnaturedly smacked his shoulder, "I was just about to file a missing person report, what kept you?"

"Had to stop by Doc's, he was a little harder to convince to let me take the DeLorean out than I thought-"

"Well he has good reason to-"

"-but I still convinced him," he countered, "I'm allowed to use it today as long as I don't break the universe."

She raised an eyebrow, that was reassuring - he had the potential to destroy existence as they knew it, though at this point that really wasn't surprising. "Alright, whatever you're planning I'm coming with. Someone has the make sure you don't create another alternate timeline accidentally." Walking over to the passenger side, she got into the car and instinctively looked to the time circuits for a clue of any plan, nothing new yet.

Marty ignored the jab at his past experiences with the machine, "Glad you're on board Jen! In my opinion, there's nothing wrong with making good times."

"I- Martin McFly you did not just make a time pun!" Jennifer laughed.

"What? Things have been slow around here for a while, have to make things interesting somehow don't I? Or history will never be made."

He wasn't wrong, after October things had been somewhat boring, maybe an adventure was the perfect gift afterall...

10 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

On this day in 1990, Back to the Future Part 3 was released.

Happy 32nd anniversary to the western adventure of one of the greatest movie trilogies of all time! ⚡🕙✨

20 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

Even though I'm working on getting the first chapter of my Family Ties fic posted, I've started creating another Back to the Future story.

Here's a gem from the storyboard:

I came across the prompt of "Doc accidentally switching Marty and Einstein's minds when working on a device" and felt compelled to write it. Thinking of calling the story "I've Lost My Mind" The first chapter will probably be posted sometime mid-February.

Make sure your watches are set for the future!

20 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I'm all for the BTTF fandom believing that Marty should have a child leash to keep him out of trouble, but I may I present to you my own headcanon?

After rewatching The Secret of My Success I came to a wonderful realization:

HE DOESN'T NEED A LEASH WHEN HE GOT SUSPENDERS >:D

I bet whenever Marty's wearing them and Jen or Doc have to stop him they just grab him and he snaps back to them.

86 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

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tevatstavern · 3 years

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Such Vulgar Language.

- 'honestly, could he just hold his vile language in?' Where Scaramouche often uses his profanity in every situation. Expressing his disgust and disinterest in an impolite manner. Though, that seems to worsen seeing you around somebody.

[scaramouche x g.n reader] [no t.w] [slight fluff/drabble]

p.s. enjoy this fanart I've made for him as well ~~ ! oho boy, am I excited to get his banner when it does come out. Alsoalso!! Thank you for the 5 followers ~~ (*´ω｀*) what a world record for me;;

Though, I think I might make the next post about Kaeya now (ﾉﾟ0ﾟ)ﾉ~

(edit: 04.04.2021 - somebody pointed out that it wasn't g.n at all, so I fixed it! Thank you for telling me! Also fixed some grammatical issues ~~)

Could you even get a break from this man-child?! He was worse than Childe, for the love of Barbatos!

A frustrated sigh left out your mouth as you struggled to be released from his iron grip, Sadly it only encouraged him to grip your arm tighter while making his way back to Wangshu Inn. His stomping increasing in volume.

Quickly walking past the crushed down stall In the middle of the bridge, you began to struggle out once again. This time, Scaramouche released his grip on you while turning to face you directly in the eyes.

"That poor excuse of a person- doesn't need your assistance. You work only for the Harbingers, got it?" He spat out, blue eyes clashing against yours in a fiery flame.

Such an irony his blue eyes reminded you of the ocean.

Rubbing your wrist with your other hand, you raised a brow at him in an questuoning manner. "Since when did you allowed me to work with the others? Childe was barel-"

"Do not mention his name around me." Scoffing, he turned his back to you as he stride his way forward. "He's weak, his way of combat is so time-consuming if you didn't notice. He has much to do to get on my level." He claimed, his arms slightly swaying side to side as he then further explains about how he was better than the Hydro user himself.

"He is nothing but a mutt."

"Hah! Hydro isn't even suitable for him, in fact. I believe any other element isn't good for him aswell. He's better off in the dirts."

"You might see him fighting during your travels with me, but all he does is snoop around and sleep under a tree all day. See? Isn't so good of a Harbinger now, isn't he?"

"A coward. That's what he is."

With a strained smile, you could only watch him babble about how better he was, with a side of insults thrown to Childe in the process. Goodness gracious, was he in a sour mood this whole afternoon?

'Oh, how I wish I was sent back home already...'

"I guess so..." You muttered out, walking up the stairs as you both made your way to the lift. Occasionally being greeted by some of the waiters and waitresses around Wangshu Inn.

"It was a yes or no question, there's nothing in between, [y.n]."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Anyways, about that person in Liyu-"

"Stop your sentence. We won't be speaking of anyone today. Got that?"

"They were heavily wounded, Scaramouche... A-and I barely even gotten an word out!"

"You just did. And so what? They could handle themselves just fine by walking from Qince Village to Liyue Harbour before. And now They're acting all fragile and weak around you? You've been blinded by them."

"Maybe because they walked their whole way to Liyue just to ask for-"

"No. I refuse to hear anything from them. They're a low life with no sense of mentality." He sneered out, his shoes tapping along the wooden planks Impatiently while you both waited for the elevator.

When the lift did finally went down, you went in first before Scaramouche followed through. Though it was quite a bumpy ride, you were in awe at the sight below as the lift slowly took you both higher and higher from the ground.

Distracted by the view, you didn't realize Scaramouche staring at you intensely as he took in the details of your appearance.

He wouldn't dare to say his feelings out loud. Besides, his pride wouldn't even allow it a single bit.

Shaking his head, the orbs attached to his hat swaying from the movement created. He couldn't look weak in front of you now!

"Hey, we're here now." Your voice echoed around his ear, snapping him immediately from his thoughts. "I know." He grumbled. The both of you walking out of the lift as you went back to being awe'd by the scenery, walking towards the rails excitedly before looking around. The smile so visibly apparent on your face.

He couldn't help but be softened by the sight in front of him. With a small twitch upon his lips, he shook his head before he went inside the Inn, immediately getting greeted by the owner and manager.

He'll keep you around with for a while. After all, he did seem to take an liking on you.

"Hey, Scaramouche? Could you just tone it down on the cussing for a bit? You've just seem to snapped today.."

"Shut your mouth, fool."

"Jeez... Such Vulgar Language!"

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xxisxxisxxis · 3 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Two

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Vivian strikes again.

My leg shakes with each tap of my foot as I impatiently wait for her to come through that door. I've been waiting for nearly forty-five minutes.

Maybe I scared her off with pitching a fit over her not telling me about her miscarriages. But I had a good reason to be upset. Addict or not, I fucking deserved to know what the hell was going on.

"Where's your wife?" Amber asks me, glancing at her watch.

"Hiding more kids from me, probably." I mumble and she raises her brows, staring at me for a moment.

"While we wait for her, can you do me a favor?" She asks and I shrug. "Take a few minutes to try to imagine what having kids during the last four years would have been like with your drug addiction. Because you would still have a drug addiction--babies wouldn't have changed that." She points out. "Honestly," she adds. "Close your eyes, and take some breaths, and just use your imagination as to what having children during these last few years would have done to you, and to your wife.

I take a breath and close my eyes, deciding it probably couldn't hurt to try to wrap my head around being a dad right now, especially with as many as she lost...

1984

...I feel Viv's weight shift from me, her eyes closed, a little hum comes from her when she turns her back to me but still keeps close, her feet tangled with mine, her lions mane of hair still spread out over my pillow as well as hers. Despite being half asleep, myself, I tighten my arms hold just under her ribs and pull her to me before my hand slides over her five-month pregnant stomach.

I lull back to sleep, before I'm woken up merely minutes later by the sound of the baby crying and Vivian pulling herself away from me, putting her robe on to cover her naked body.

She sighs under her breath, mumbling something, and I sit up.

"I can go--"

"--No, I got it." She says, dismissively.

"Vivian, are you still pissed at me?" I ask.

"You ditched me on our anniversary and stayed out all night smoking smack and partying with your moron friends."

"I offered for you to come out with us." I remind her.

"I'm pregnant and we have a daughter here, Nikki. One of us needs to remember that." She adds before stomping out.

I roll my jaw and feel a spiteful twinge in my mind.

Perhaps spiteful, perhaps wanting to chase away the guilt of ditching her last night…

I end up in the bathroom, chasing the dragon, curled under my high while hearing Vivian softly sing hymnals to the six-month old…

I assume she knows exactly where I'm at once she's done, because I hear her walk back to our bedroom and, when she usually comes to find me so she's not by herself, she doesn't come looking for me.

1986

"...No, you idiot, not that…" I say to myself, rubbing my forehead, scribbling out the line of lyrics I've been fighting to get out.

The door of mine and Viv's bedroom is soon bursting at the hinges, allowing me to fully hear Pierce crying while Frannie and Johnny come rushing into the room, squealing.

"Hey, hey, hey!" I stop them before they can crawl under the bed. "What's goin' on?" I ask them, slowly hiding the Jack bottle in my bass case.

I spent last night freebasing and I'm still trying to coax myself down.

Frannie looks at me with sharp green eyes, her brown hair knotty looking from wallowing on the living room carpet earlier...Johnny, brown eyes and red hair, just puts his attention on the pissed off Vivian that's stalking her way in here with the baby.

"Um," Frannie starts, trying to think up her excuse.

"Francesca and Johnathan tried to tote Pierce off again." Vivian states, eyeing the two toddlers with daggers, and they slowly sink down to try to use me as a human shield.

"He's a new baby, Viv, they don't mean any harm. They just--"

"--Okay, well maybe if you put the bass down and actually come in here and help me out, you can supervise them while they 'hold' him, since I'm trying to start on dinner." She states.

I glance at the kids and then at her…

"Or you can stare at me like an idiot, too." She mumbles, going to shut the door as she says, "You have no issue knocking me up but won't help me with them once they're out."

I roll my jaw and grab my bottle of Jack, putting my bass back.

What the fuck?

If it wasn't for me writing songs, the band wouldn't have new material, which would mean no new album, which would mean no money--not enough to support her and three fuckings kids, anyway, so she should be thanking me for still wanting to provide for my fucking family. Because anybody else with three kids in two years would be putting a bullet through their skull.

"C'mon, guys," I say to Frannie and Johnny, and they follow me out, Frannie reaching up to grab my hand.

I put old cartoons on the TV while Viv puts Pierce down to sleep once he's drifted off.

On her way out of the nursery, I'm stopping her in the hallway, my hand grasping her arm in a tight hold, roughly tugging her into the guest bathroom, cracking the door.

I've got her against the counter, hand around her throat, gasping little breaths pushing past her lips for a moment as I say, "if you ever talk to me like that in front of my fucking kids again, I'll give you plenty to bitch about." I promise her, lowly, and she just looks up at me and nods.

"Now turn around." I say next and she glances at the door.

"Nikki, we don't have tim--"

"--They're watching TV. Turn around." I repeat and she grins a little, licking her lips and turns to face the mirror.

I'm unzipping my pants, yanking her shorts down and pushing her panties to the side before grabbing a fist full of her hair and sliding it in, tilting my head back and grinning as she makes little whimpers in an attempt to keep from being loud.

We've mastered the art of 'a good time in a short time,' and once we've both had our release, I'm zipping my pants back up, and she's still bent over the sink, hands white knuckling the edge of the counter, hair in her face, bite marks on her shoulders, cum down her shaking legs, trying to catch her breath.

I kiss the place between her shoulder blades, the back of her neck, her hair, my hand getting her hair from her face to look at her in the mirror.

She's looking at me with a little smile, right before, "I'm pregnant again," comes out and shatters my post-orgasm buzz.

My knuckles sting as blood rolls down my fist, glass falling onto the counter, sink, and floor, when I drive my fist past her and into the mirror.

She just hangs her head and I'm getting out, feeling the walls of the bathroom caving in on me.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Frannie asks as I grab my keys and my jacket.

"Nothing, Frannie. Daddy's going out, alright?" I tell her. "When mommy gets in here give her a big hug." I add, seeing Johnny's too enthralled with Charlie Brown to notice I'm even leaving.

I kiss her head and I'm out the door before Vivian gets out of the bathroom.

I swear the only thing keeping us together is the fact that when divorce is an unspoken thought for either of us, she gets pregnant.

I'm twenty-seven years old and I have a two year old, a one year old, a two month old, and now she's fucking knocked up again?!

How the hell is that even possible? Don't chicks need like six months for their bodies to reset after popping kids out or something? Jesus I married a PEZ dispenser with a never ending supply of eggs.

By the time I get to where I'm going, I already regret it.

Incense, crack fumes and perfume suffocate me as soon as she opens the door in her bra and panties.

Not necessarily in a sexy way--more so in a higher than a kite and disheveled type of way.

Which is perfectly fine with me because I don't need 'sexy' right now. I just need to get outta my head.

Despite that, though, clothes come off, we end up on the living room floor, and instead of smoking a cigarette once we're finished, we opt for more erasure.

"She's pregnant again." I confess to Tansy out of nowhere after breathing out some smoke, my mind getting pushed aside, the crawling of my skin starting to settle.

Blue eyes look at me as I hand it over before her greedy hands snatch it.

"What?" She asks me.

"Vivian's pregnant." I repeat.

"I am, too." She says it so seriously that I look at her for a second, before seeing the very corner of her lips tug for a millisecond.

"You're bullshitting me?"

"I'm bullshitting you." She says, giggling, and

I start ranting about it, my words getting more and more jumbled and lost the more hits of the pipe I take, until I'm not even worried about Vivian due to the paranoia that ensues.

I get home at 5:00a.m….the day after the next. How low do I have to be to continuously go her best friend and my own moronic self pity? I don't know.

I shut the door to the house and put my shit down, nearly tripping when I try to take my boots off.

I'm on Halcions and Jack, and I think they're starting to kick in because I'm fucking exhausted.

I glance at the living room scattered with toys and rub my face.

I get it: "Mötley Crüe, don't give a fuck, fuck precautions, fuck all of it," but come on, man.

How the hell could you be so fucking reckless?

I walk into our room, the lamp on Viv's night side table on while she's got one long leg out of the covers, laying on her stomach, arms under her pillow, the covers falling just enough to cover the tops of her thighs and her ass, her back and the side of her chest peeking out, exposed.

She looks fucking beautiful.

Oh, yeah, that's how the hell I could be so reckless.

I go rinse off in the shower for a second to try to wash away Tans and the drugs...maybe even guilt….

When I'm done, I peek out of the bathroom to see that she's still asleep, and I turn off her lamp and crawl into bed, closing my eyes for a moment.

I feel her move closer to me before her lips are pressing to my cheek, hands running over my chest gently before she lays down, throws her leg over my stomach, and rests her cheek on my chest.

"Are you still mad at me?" She questions softly, and I let out a breath.

"I'm mad at myself, Viv." I mumble.

"Oh." She replies quietly. "I would get on birth control but it wouldn't react well with my Nardil."

"You mean the Nardil you aren't taking anyway?"

She's silent.

"Honestly at a point where I don't even want to have sex anymore because you're gonna end up getting pregnant." I add, gruffly.

"Oh, come on, Nikki." She scoffs, not believing me.

"I'm serious, Vivian. I'm tired of being a fucking baby mill."

"Oh you're the baby mill? You just get your rocks off and I'm the one carrying the thing for nine months but you're the victim here?"

She sits up and glares at me.

"Yes! I am!" I argue. "You have this weird thing with cum that I've always thought was hot but now I'm starting to realize you're just trying to boulder me down."

"Nikki, you've made it very clear that marriage and babies aren't bouldering you down. You still go out and party and do your drugs and your day drinking--you were just gone for over a day...so I don't want to hear, 'you're bouldering me down,' because I'm not. If you wanna leave, then leave." She snaps.

I roll my eyes and she goes back to her side of the bed and turns away from me, before she snatches all the covers away from me.

I'm too tired for it so I just pass out.

1987

"Nikki!" Doc is banging away at my door, making me snarl to myself before capping my needle and hiding it under my pillow.

"What?!" I bark out, going to the door.

I swing it open, naked, aside from stained underwear, to see Vivian and my whole litter of kids.

"S-Surpise!" Viv tries to keep her tone light and cheery for the five kids around her, our brand new girls in her arms.

I don't know how to react except to shut the door in their faces and angrily get my shit together.

I'm out of the shower and dressed in the next hour, taking the smallest hit from the needle I hid, just as a maintenance dose, before I'm heading to Doc's room--where I'm assuming he took them when they realized I wasn't coming back out.

I knock on the door and Viv opens it, looking up at me.

"Suprise!" I mimic how she greeted me earlier, and she scowls at me and goes to slam the door in my face, but I'm stopping it with my hand and shoving it open.

"Daddy!" Frannie, Johnny, and Pierce come running to me and I'm getting down and letting them attack me, wrapping my arms around them. Pierce is nearly two, now, and he's nearly as tall as Frannie.

Dannie is walking cautiously to me, smiling at me and I meet him halfway and pick him up, kissing his cheek as I go over to the little babies Doc's supervising, one a replica of me, the other of Viv…

I lean down and kiss both of them, making them smile and kick their feet, excitedly.

I wasn't there with them when they were born.

I go over to Vivian, who's got her arms crossed, her jaw clenched.

"Does Daddy get a kiss from Mommy, too?" I ask.

"Daddy doesn't have to fuss at mommy for having more babies anytime soon because daddy isn't gonna get to be in the same bed as mommy for a long time." She replies.

"Mommy seems to forget that the last three babies weren't even made in a bed." I reply.

"Do you guys wanna few minutes alone? I can get Fred, Emi and Donna down here to help me." Doc offers and I look at him.

"That's out of character and nice of you." I state suspiciously.

"Despite you being an asshole, your kids aren't." He shrugs and I roll my eyes.

I kiss all of them bye for a couple hours, and put Dannie down before tugging at Viv's hand once Fred and the girls get here...I see Donna and feel guilty…one of the chicks I cheated on my wife with is taking care of our kids…

When we get to a new room--mines so out of wack I don't want Viv to pass out--we do what we do best and in the aftermath, small talk in between breaks of making out, Vivian drops the ball.

"I know you've been seeing her." She tells me out of nowhere when my lips press to her neck, quietly.

My body tenses up.

"What?" I sit up and she does, too.

"There's no need to be shocked that I found out--we both know you wanted me to find out. Why the hell else would you leave letters you two write back and forth with each other, out in our closet where you know I'd find them?"

I just look at her.

"You and Tansy, Nikki." She states, tears in her eyes. "Why the hell have you done this to me, Nikki? She's my best friend?"

Is she serious?

I get out of bed and pull my pants on, ignoring her.

"I'm not shocked, you know, I always knew you'd be a deadbeat husband and a deadbeat dad, just like your father."

I start clapping slowly, really appreciating her performance.

"Bravo, Vivian, really, you should get a fucking award for those tears." I state, fed up. "It's gotta be theatrics because what sense would it make for you to be genuinely upset I've been hooking up with Tansy, when you and Robbin have been seeing each other for two fucking years, now?!"

Her eyes widen, she looks like a deer in headlights...which just confirms it all the more to me.

"How fucked up do you have to be to cheat on your husband with his fucking brother, while pregnant with his fucking kid?" I ask and she takes heavy breaths, obviously trying to get her temper under control. "Not to mention that I'm starting to question if Dannie is even mine being as he looks nothing like me."

She's slapping the piss out of me, tears streaming down her face.

I rub at the stinging hot skin of my cheek and roll my jaw, staring at her a few seconds, before shoving her back to the bed, grabbing her shoulders, getting in her face while shouting, "you stupid fucking bitch, I fucking hate, you ruined my fucking life!"

She's sobbing now, her head turned, mascara staining her cheeks as I push myself off of her and trudge to the door.

"Cheating on me for two goddamn years, you fucking whore, who the hell do you think you are?! I can have kids with anybody, I can have anybody I want, but I fucking chose you and this is how you repay me?! Fuck you! There's a million fucking yous out there!" I throw a bottle at her and it misses by a couple inches and she sits up, trying to stand up as I open the door.

"I'm getting my fucking kids away from you, you fucking crazy cunt!" I call and she's rushing out, wearing my t-shirt to cover herself up, grabbing my hand and yanking me to a halt before I can start to Doc's room.

"You're not touching my kids, Nikki, I swear to God I'll fucking kill you, don't touch my fucking kids! You're fucking stoned!" She threatens me and I turn.

"Oh, you'll kill me?!" I bow up at her and she punches me, her ring cutting my cheek, before she's hitting me again.

She goes for a third time but I block her and shove her down, kicking her as hard as I can in the ribs, knocking the breath out of her.

"Don't fucking touch me, you fucking slut." I smear the blood from my cheek, banging on Doc's door as she crawls a few feet before managing to pull herself up, resting against the wall, coming towards me.

The door opens and I see Emi with Pierce in her arms.

I don't say a word to her, I just grab him and smile at him, bouncing him a little, as I say, "Frannie, John, c'mon!"

Of course they come, not realizing what's happening.

Until Vivian's trying to pry Pierce from my hands.

"Let go of my baby!" She screams at me, trying to bat me away from him while he starts whining.

She hits me with her closed fist in my ear and I lose it, punching her so hard she hits the ground, Frannie and John immediately start crying upon seeing their mother bloody and dismayed.

The door opens more to reveal Doc as Emi looks at me, horrified, pulling John and Frannie back inside before Doc's snatching Pierce from me.

"What the hell is going on?!" Doc shouts as guests peek their heads out of their doors.

It's as if my demons give me the reins back and split, leaving me to look down at my beat up wife, crying, hearing my traumatized kids crying out behind the door.

I just stumble back, my back hitting the wall before I'm sliding down it to the floor, staring off as Doc continues to yell at me...

...I blink, being pulled back to reality, staring down at the floor of Amber's office.

I'm not sure if we had kids by then, if Viv would have stayed or left. I'm not sure why I imagined I would've been with Tansy and not Vanity, why she would have had an affair with Robbin and not Duff...maybe I knew, subconsciously, that us having children at that time would have changed the way everything happened between us.

"I guess it was for the best." I reply to her, finally, looking at her.

"Everything happens for a reason." She assures me. "There is a reason she didn't have any babies in the past four years."

"Okay, wise one, is there any reason she isn't here today?"

VIVIAN

"...Mom, and my brother Jon, my sister Carol, my brother Mark, my brother Bruce, my sister Joan, my other sister Claudia, and that's Matt--you know Matt," he glances at me and I nod, looking at the picture of the family, "And then there's me." He points to a toddler and I grin, looking at him. "My dad didn't wanna be in the picture, which I'm glad he wasn't because I would've cut him out if it, anyway when he left, so…" he shrugs, looking at it another moment. "Alright, let me show you to your room." He wiggles his brows and I giggle as he picks up my suitcase and leads me back down a hallway.

"This is Joan's old room, obviously been redecorated because it's not covered in ABBA and Cher ." He mumbles.

"I heard that!" Joan says from the living room.

"No ya didn't!" He replies, smiling at me, putting my suitcase on the bed. "Everybody's coming over for dinner tonight so you have time to take a nap, get comfortable, whatever." He shrugs and I nod.

"Okay." I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm gonna go help my mom and Joan start cooking." He adds.

"I can hel--"

"--You didn't sleep at all on the way up here, Viv."

"Because I wasn't tired." I lie and he looks at me.

"Take a nap." He tells me, moving the suitcase off of my bed.

"Fine." I roll my eyes.

"Love you." He leaves me, shutting the door and I get on the bed, getting comfortable, and wondering what Nikki's doing right now...he's probably shitting a brick.

After an hour, the door is opening and Duff's squeezing my fuzzy sock covered feet, making me laughs and yank my legs away from him.

I haven't slept, but I've rested enough that I don't feel as sluggish.

"You stink." I wrinkle my nose when he lays beside me.

"Onions." He replies. "Joan kicked me out for chasing her around with the raw chicken." He adds.

"And now raw chicken juice is on my feet?" I ask.

"No, I washed my hands." He assures me.

"Okay." I chuckle, rubbing my lips together.

"Who all's coming to dinner?" I ask, next. "Jon, Bruce, Claudia, and my buddy Andy." He informs me. "Matt's coming up to go out for breakfast with me, you, Andy, and Joan tomorrow morning, and later this week we're gonna have a barbecue and you'll get to meet everybody, including my nieces and nephews." He adds and I raise my brows.

"That's a lot of people." I reply, raising my brows.

"Very big family." He agrees.

"It's weird." I say next and he furrows his brows. "Not like that, just...I don't know I'm used to being the only child, no cousins, no aunts or uncles--well, aside from aunt Lily--Nikki's not real close to his family, so we just...we're not really big on family." I shrug. "Well, dad is, he's always wanted more kids and a big family, I think, but my mom didn't so he didn't press her about it since she was ultimately the one who'd be carrying them." I add.

"Do you want anymore kids?" He asks me and I let out a breath.

"I'm not sure…" I trail off. "...I'd like to, but I don't know. I haven't thought about it, much." I lie and he nods.

"Do you want anymore kids?" I ask him.

"I do at some point, I don't think Mandy wants to, though. She says being a step-mom at the age of twenty-five is enough." He tells me.

"Maybe she'll change her mind." I say.

"She didn't want any kids when we first dated, so I think the only reason she's even making leeway for a stepchild is because she loves me."

"It says a lot about her if she's willing to do that, though. A lot of women would've left."

"Yeah, she's cooler about it than I thought she'd be." He agrees. "What did Nikki do when you first told him?"

"He cried." I admit. "Like, a lot."

"That's understandable." He says lowly.

"Yeah, it is." I nod. "He's okay with it, now, though. He's not mad at either of us. I think he's more upset with himself about the whole thing."

It's quiet for a few minutes before I get up enough courage to ask him, "are you happy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like...you know...our break up, and then you and Mandy are engaged now and I'm pregnant…"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I'm great, Viv." He assures me, sounding genuine. "I don't know, things are a mess and crazy right now but I feel like it's falling into place at the same time, you know?"

I nod, smiling softly…

…I bought it for that moment.

I realized he was lying to himself the next morning at breakfast when he told the waitress to bring him a screwdriver--a triple--and, "just keep 'em coming."

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I posted 303 times in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

Working in a fast-paced environment is so tiring. I don't think I can do this for 10-20 more years. I might've adapted, but the truth is, it's really unhealthy.

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I haven't been feeling too good lately. My procrastination's has been worse since the past few weeks. My anxiety is over the roof. Sometimes I needed to cry, just to relieve the pain. And yes, I know I need a professional's help with this. I've been procrastinating that too. What is wrong with me? Is it the pandemic that's making me feel this way? Am I scared to go out of the door because of covid or am I scared of confrontating a doctor?

My heart's beating so fast. Is there any traditional cure for anxiety lol? No one can help me, unfortunately this thing has crawled its way into my brain and set up camp there. The thing is, I know these thoughts are dumb. Idiotic, even. I just can't seem to shut it off.

I wonder, is this the reason I feel the need to be 'productive' in every second of the day?

One of these days I will. I will make that doctor's appointment. Please oh please, I hope I will.

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I've resigned

I've been procrastinating excessively these days. Is it because of laziness or just "my work is ending" syndrome? I just feel so unmotivated to do anything. My boss gave me a big task right before I leave haih. Is this the resignation blues people talk about?

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Finished watching attack on titan on netflix and cant wait for the next season so im just gonna read the manga. I'm superrrrr impatient right now plus i need to see my precious Levi 😭😭

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Do I really look that gullible? Sighhh.

Yes. I know you need my help to do stuff. And to be honest, I’m really really REALLY okay with helping. It’s just that I wish you guys would give me the same effort and energy to me whenever I need help. I help u guys with big big stuff. BIGGG STUFF! and whenever I need help, u give this half-assed effort. Sometime u guys even ignore me????? I feel so dejected. Please I’m begging, do better.

You might not have meant to ignore the stuff from me, but I’m telling you it hurts like a bitch. No matter how busy I am, I’m always prepared to help and lend an ear. In a heartbeat. I’ve experienced this heartbreak before and I don’t want history to repeat itself.

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Crimson Roses 🥀; Kim Seungmin

Genre: Vampire Au! College Au! Angst; Fluff?

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Mild swearing

Word count: 3.6K

A/N: It was supposed to be a quick little drabble and became a whole ass fic. All I have to say is vampire concept seungmin HOT

He observed you from the corner of his eye.

There you were sitting on the first row with your materials spread out on the desk, taking notes as your life depended upon it.

He knew how interested you were on all those past events, on the ones we tend to call history because they change the course of living.

He found himself lost on your endearing figure. On the way you tried to blow the hair falling on your face but failing during the process, frowning at the distracting tingling sensation on your forehead. He smiled to himself wishing he could be the one that could brush your hair away softly.

But that was impossible.You were definitely too kind

And He... He was just a simple evil creature that had lived longed enough to know that falling for a mortal would be nothing more than a death sentence

An a crucifix to his heart.

The voice of his professor interrupted Seungmin's thoughts.

"Before you leave, we are getting closer to the end of the semester Which means you'll be assigned a project that is worth half of your final grade, It'll be a partner assignment and you will have a week to turn it in" He informed to all the students. The classroom exploded with all source of complaints from everyone who was not happy to say the least at the sudden notice.

"Are we allowed to pick our partners" You asked raising your hand. It's not like you had someone you already wanted to work with in mind; more like you could absolutely take advantage of this opportunity to pair up with Lee Minho. He was the top of your class, partnering up with him would undoubtedly mean securing that grade. And you needed that.

"Unfortunately for all of you I've already decided on that" He replied raising a list with names on it.

He began to call one by one, making the teammates move around to sit together by their announced partner. You were tapping your foot impatiently. This assignment played a crucial part on your final grade therefore you were scared your partner would not contribute enough for you to get a passing score.

" Y/L/N Y/N and Kim Seungmin" He said handing you a piece of paper with the prompt and expectations written on the back of it.

You lifted your head, getting rid of the air you had been holding on your lungs. Your eyes scanning the room. Making eye contact with him for a second, his eyes staring directly at your soul. You turned around quickly; a rosy blush spread over your cheeks.

You knew nothing about Kim Seungmin, besides he was drop dead gorgeous. He had this mysterious aura that was attractive. He was certainly not the bad boy type; He was more reserved, only hanged out with his close group of friends.

Who you had to admit they were all extremely cool.

Seungmin almost lost his bunkers when you were assigned as his partner for that stupid historical events project.

He knew everything about history. He lived through it; from the renaissance to the post modern movement. Seungmin had been around for at least 1000 years.

To say that living for so long had become nothing less but boring would be an euphemism. Because it was. He had gained experience and power through the decades. But it was no longer exciting.

Until he found you. You were the one who acted magnetically with his heart an undeniable attraction that made him stay for the first time. Seungmin was known for being playful. Never sticked around for long because he found humans despicable. He was not too fond of them. But his perspective changed completely the day he first saw you.

It was probably because you were not human like. With an overwhelming beauty and high manners. In all of the years he had lived on earth, he never met such a sublime soul like yours. So Breathtaking and admirable.

You stood up from your chair with a panting breathing walking through the aisle, all the way to the back to his usual seat. You were more than nervous; Seungmin's presence truly intimidated you.

You sat next to him and offered him a smile. Hoping the atmosphere between you two wouldn't be as awkward.

You expected him to be quiet most of the time as you was trying to come up with ideas for the project. However it was the total opposite he kept on engaging on the conversation. It felt comfortable how he carefully listened to you and instantly agreed with your opinion. Surprisingly he knew so much about the topic; more than you ever imagined as the few times you spared a glaze at him during class he seemed to be doing everything but paying attention.

After discussing your main subtopics you decided it was enough work for one day, and decided to set a schedule to work on the other parts of the project outside of school.

" We need to meet up to work on the presentation" You said looking through the papers to were holding on your hands.

He looked at you with adoring eyes. You looked so cute when you were concentrated.

"Definitely, where do you want to meet at?" He asked you smiling.

" What do you think about the coffee shop down the street? I can bring my computer so we can do it digitally unless you are old fashioned and prefer to work on a poster we can do research on the library" you said shrugging your shoulders.

" Y/N you did not just called me a boomer"

" I mean if the term fits you then" you said laughing.

" Back in my days, youngsters were respectful towards their elders" He said in a grandpa like voice.

" We are the same age!!!" You yelled at him unable to control yourself from laughing at his impersonation.

Or at least that's what you think; He said to himself.

" We are supposed to deliver history through this project don't you think Y/N I say we should do it the right way"

" You are right everyone is probably going to go down the easy road but we are smarter" You said getting excited; reaching your hand to high Five him. "Great minds think alike"

" I can assure you we are going to beat Minho's and Jisung's project"

You had to acknowledge Seungmin and yourself made an amazing dynamic duo. You were content at the selection of your partner and definitely had to thank the professor for it. Because you two clicked with such effortlessness.

The bell ranged and you had to say your goodbyes to go into your next class.

You were standing by the door ready to leave but you turned around quickly to yell at Seungmin.

" I'll meet you at 5 inside the library and you better be on time boomer" you said with a playful smirk

Wanting to mess with him; gaining a loud laugh from your partner. pretending to act offended crossing his arms.

Seungmin went to the library earlier than the time you had set. He rushed his way there, right before excusing himself from his group of friends who were going to hangout after class.

He wanted to pick up a few books for you; he thought you would find them interesting.

He scanned the aisles, holding with one hand a pair of hard cover books that were just as dusty as the coffin where he used to sleep in, during the counter reformation.

He sat at a table and laid the books, shifting uncontrollably in his seat, from time to time, observing the clock, waiting for you to come through those doors.

Hell, you were fucking late. And you regretted taking that extra time looking through your closet; trying to find something decent to wear. Is not like you were to meet Seungmin for a date, it was a simple study session; however for some reason you wanted to look presentable. He always looked good no matter what. Which was totally unfair.With that leather jacket and fitting tight pants that made him long taller. Your mind wondered for a second. And you began to question yourself if you were starting to develop a small crush on the pale boy.

You were walking as fast as your feet allowed you. Through the hallways, your high heel boots were making loud noises every time you took a step forward. The dress you wore lifted a couple of times due to the wind. Your hair was probably entangled from running the couple of blocks from your apartment back to campus. Your shoe selection had definitely became a nightmare to your now bruised feet.

Your hands were sweaty and you had to remind yourself. " Y/N this is not a date once again you are just stuck with him for the project stop being delusional" you said trying to calm down. Taking a deep breath before pulling the door to enter the library.

You tried to fix yourself before spotting Seungmin sitting on the back. He smiled with relief at your sight. You couldn't be more awkward by sending him an effusive wave. " What's all this" you asked pointing at the pile of books laying on the edge of the table. "Just some research materials" He said.

" We are going to be here for a while then..." you said jokingly lifting a book from the stack. Leaving at least 10 more underneath.

" I don't mind as long as our project comes out good" He replied to you brushing his head to the side.

What he actually meant was that he didn't mind as long as he could spend the most time with you as possible. He didn't even gave a single care about the goddamn project, all he wanted was your company.

You two began to read the old books; most of them focused on events that happened during the 17th and 18th century.

Seungmin was almost falling asleep when you suddenly jumped in excitement next to him.

" Look Seungmin!" you said and began to quote the reading out loud "On the baroque era there were myths about vampires who attacked its victims during the night draining their blood as a food source."

" Let me see" He said taking the book in his hands. Reading word for word and For his surprised It had to be a fucking article about undead creatures specifically Vampires. How lucky seungmin got with that one. "You don't believe on those things do you Y/N" He asked curiously awaiting for your response.

" I mean; I do believe that there could be creature such as vampires out there. I just don't believe in all those tails you know, the ones that over romanticized or demoralized their existence. In my opinion vampires are not blood-thirsting bats. If they do consume blood it must be because it's their only food source they can't fight against those Instincts. It'll be like going against natural selection. They do what they can to survive"

Seungmin was more than pleased at your explanation. He couldn't contained himself from looking you with sparkling eyes and a huge smile plastered on his lips.

It made him happy that you weren't into that cliché bullshit like Bella and Edward type of fantasy. That even if you didn't knew the whole spectrum you still had a pretty clear understanding of his lineage.

Your words made his heart warm. He did an introspection on the reasons why he liked you so much; to begin with you were understanding like no other, you never judged anyone based off looks, you spent your time getting to know them first, smiling kindly at everyone and never seeking for recognition but always helping out of selflessness.

In Seungmin's eyes you were all he always wanted a person so pure like you was impracticable to find somewhere else. He thanked for the timing being right for him to meet you, because after all these years living in vain, you were the only one and he was glad he waited everlastingly to be with you right now, in this moment. He will treasure it forever in his heart.

The weeks passed by and Seungmin and you got to finish the project, a perfect chronological detailed poster that contained every important event through history. Your presentation was to say the least the best one among all your classmates even Lee Minho's and Han Jisung's was not even half as good as yours. Your grade boosted quickly with that perfect score.

And you had to give most of the credit to Seungmin he provided most of the facts you were utterly impressed at his range of understanding history so well. It was as he knew better than all those books you spent hours reading. You called him a true intellectual.

The things with Seungmin changed after the project. You could say you got closer to him than to any other person.

Your friendship with him began to shift towards a completely different direction the morning he came early holding a white rose, on its stem a little note wrapped around it.

He still remembers the blush that covered all your face when he handed it to you. You were truly speechless. You almost cried at the middle of the classroom due to the poem he had handwritten for you.

" Your fragrance just as sweet as the one the roses give off when they're cover in dew

Blissful sight at the sunshine caressing your filaments

You're the flower I carefully picked out from the field

The only untarnished one

You natural beauty worthy of being preserved

I’ll water your roots everyday just tell me you’ll stay with me even if the rain overflows our pot "

From that day onwards. He gifted you a white rose every single day and you never knew why. But you loved it so much. You made a bouquet with all of them and kept them safe in a vessel displayed as a centerpiece on your kitchen table.

He truly believed white represented your purity

It was a shame he had to stain your soul

That he tinted the petals scarlet.

It was dark outside on a night where the ‘blood’ moon eclipse appeared in the skies. And in the shadows there was something that challenged Seungmin's own instinct.

It was part of his nature.

How he was able to smell the candid scent of your blood despite the distance

It was endearing almost hypnotizing for him.

A battle for self control.

Where he wanted to paint white roses with the deepest red.

Seungmin called you during midnight you answered without hesitation as his name appeared brightening your phone screen.

Heaving breathing's was all you were able to hear through the other line.

“Min is everything okay? Why are you out of breath I'm getting worried” it was unusual for him to call you at this hour, your heartbeats began to increase at his response. “Can we meet now? I'm on my way to your apartment” His voice was low. You never heard seungmin talk like that with such desperation. It sent shivers down your spine.

“Of course but tell me did you got in so kind of trouble” You asked with a preoccupied tone.

“I'll explain everything to you once I get there” He said hanging up immediately.

He was scared at the mere thought of you finding out

He wouldn't be able to handle the terrifying look on your face at the sight of his fangs.

He always lived with ease in between humans

He had adapted himself into their characters creating the perfect facade. He did it all for you.

Going back to this college life was definitely not his style but you made him stay. Life finally made sense the moment he saw you and now he had to reveal his true identity because you didn’t deserved to be lied to. No matter the outcome. He would have to face it.

When he reached you apartment his pale face was almost translucent. He gathered all his courage to knock on your door.

You rushed rapidly opening the door; with worry eating you inside. The first thing you noticed was how dark his eyes were, his pupils were almost completely dilated.

You quickly wrapped him into a hug. You didn’t knew what was going on but you were here for him regardless. You were always going to be there.

“Let's take a walk” He said out of nowhere. Intertwining his hand with yours and leading you outside.

It was dark and the moon was shining brighter than ever before. You walked through the streets without certain direction just enjoying each other’s presence.

Your reassuring smile seemed to calmed Seungmin down.

“I have something to say to you, but before I do you need to know that I like you, that I've been in love with you since I first saw you and that what I'm about to say doesn't change a thing” He said stopping your tracks, your face almost collapsing into his chest. You were standing face to face with him.

“I like you too seungmin... “ You couldn't think properly because there was something else behind it, something that could change your feelings towards him. The true reason behind his so blunt sudden confession.

You knew Seungmin. He wasn't the type that seeks for trouble that's why you just couldn't wrap your head around what exactly was he hiding from you.

“I- I am a vampire” He stared at you with bloodshot eyes while letting his fangs slowly come down his teeth. He lowered his head frightened at your reaction.

You were in a state of shock. Rubbing your eyes multiple times at the sight in front of you because it was truly unbelievable.

You had to regain your posture before speaking again. You were experiencing a difficulty at making your words exist your mouth.

“That doesn't change anything seungmin, I might be going crazy, Fuck. You just said a vampire. I love you nonetheless because I fell for Kim Seungmin. I don't care if you are a vampire, a demon, a demigod, I'm in love with you because you are you. And now that you know that I reciprocate your feelings something tells me this comes at a higher price” You said breathless.

“It does Y/N we cant be together I have instincts that can't be controlled... it's getting harder everyday not wanting to you know” Not even able to finish his own sentence because it was embarrassing enough.

“Bite me?” You said lifting his chin from the ground “look at me... Min you want to bite my neck?” You asked straightforward.

“Yes” He said in an inaudible tone.

“What does that mean, what happened if you actually do it, do the things I read from the article are actually true” You asked biting your own bottom lip until you savored the metal flavor of your own blood. The one seungmin desired to have a taste from.

“No Y/N. I could never do that you. You are just too beautiful and flawless you don't deserve to get ruined by me”

“Stop treating me like I can't take my own decisions seungmin I know exactly what I want” You snapped back at him.

“You don't know what you are talking about is way more than just transforming you'll have to serve to the underworld in perpetuity”

“You have been alone long enough seungmin let me stay by your side. I want to immortalize this love

And be with you for the rest of the eternity”

“Just bite me seungmin I beg you” you implore to him, decisively pleading eyes.

You wanted this like you never wanted something else more in your whole entire life.

That’s all it took for Seungmin’s body to wash over lust. He places his mouth in between the crock of your neck trailing soft teasing kisses along the way. Right until he found that sweet perfect spot. The one that drove you completely insane.

You let out an agonizing scream. Filled with both pain and pleasure at the same time, when his teeth was incrusted without a warning sign tugging at your sensitive skin. He savored every single drop of blood that instantly began to drip from the laceration down your neck.

You began to convulse. Your body shaking and veins popping out from your skin. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head almost unconsciously.

Your soul transforming into pure immorality and immortality. Reaching an inexplicable climax that threw you over the edge. An overwhelming feeling that carried iniquitous power.

When you came back still too fragile to stand with your own feet. You were no longer a human being. Your fangs and sinful eyes and ghostly complexion gave out for finalizing the end of your transition.

Seungmin carried you in his back. You were now forever his. While he took you back to the apartment you dared to ask him something that had been lingering on your mind.

“So all your friends are vampires as well” You said intrigued.

“ Yes all of them” He said clearly laughing at your weird unexpected question.

“Even Jeongin!?” You couldn’t believe the cutest student could possible be a vampire.

“ Even Jeongin” He responded making you gasp in a shocking manner.

“ How... He’s like the most adorable thing on earth I don’t understand” you said whispering in disbelief.

“You mean on hell he’s good at pretending but that kid is nothing but pure evil”

Kissing your forehead and whipping your sweat, you looked exhausted but yet still beautiful as always. He laid you down on your bed. Playing with your hair. He would take care of you as he promised with all those flowers he once gave you.

That were no longer white but crimson roses.

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