#i dont feel safe around any of these fuckers someone come pick me up
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Idk why so many teenage boys thing that they can jokingly call their fem friends a slut or a bitch. Like that insult coming from your mouth isnt quirky its jusy insulting and if anything shows a lack of basic respect not friendship. Like what if they turned around and called you a pansy dicksucker or something?
#the amount of cishet boys running around being rude to women and packaging it as a joke is fucking disgusting#fangs opens up#12:rant#if you think this shit is ok im spitting on you right now#im so mad about this bc ive heard it before but at this new school its so goddamn normalized its insane#i dont feel safe around any of these fuckers someone come pick me up
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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (2)
pairing: taehyung x f reader
genre: horror au, yandere au, saw/john kramer au
synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?
warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughs, abusive relationships, stalking etc. dont read if triggered. there are some ?? fucked up things in this but idk what to word them. but also mentions of self harm/self hating thoughts.
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a/n: unedited so pls forgive me for any mistakes and lmk if u want to be added to a taglist^^
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part one part three
You’d spent a couple of hours in the café with Taehyung. Jimin popped over every now and then to talk with his best friend and to make sure you had everything you needed while there.
When you left, Jimin wrapped his arms around you as he bid his farewell, “It was lovely to meet you Y/N! Please, don’t be a stranger!” You simply nodded your head as you pulled away from the hug. You grinned back at him as he moved to Taehyung. You opened the door, carefully stepping outside to leave the boys with some privacy.
Once the door shut Jimin’s smile beamed, “so she’s the girl you’re always talking about, Flower? Right?”
“Yeah she is, thanks for that though man but, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later?”
Taehyung smiled as he made his way towards you, you looked up and he swore, he saw a hint of nervousness in your eyes, probably because it’s dark, he thought to himself. “Come on then, let’s get you home.” He held out his hand, you were quick to grab a hold of it. Taehyung intertwined your fingers as he tugged you back across the road, “it’ll take about twenty minutes, you gonna be alright to walk?” he glanced down to you.
Your heart warmed at the way his eyes smiled with him, “I’ll be fine, thank you.” He seemed happy enough with your answer as you fell into a steady rhythm. You felt a little conflicted, you may not know Taehyung well but he had an energy about him that made you wanna spill every secret you knew, you’d shared pointless stories while you were at the café, having learnt Taehyung was a family oriented person, he loved art and he was passionate about little subjects other people would deem small. Yet he had a warmth that you’d not seen in anyone else.
Fuck it, you thought, he’s shown nothing but kindness, you may aswell open upto him… atleast.
“I was in an abusive relationship.” Taehyung felt himself smirk but quickly wiped it from his face, he arched an eyebrow as he looked down to you, “it was my first too. It left me, fucked up, in a way. Not that I wasn’t already fucked up.” Progress. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, go on… “I’ve always been insecure and uh, uncomfortable with the way I look. After that disaster of a relationship, it left me worse for wear.” you kept your eyes on the road, you didn’t want to see the judgement on his face yet it didn’t stop you from carrying on, “I never told my friends or family about it. None of them knew I was struggling before it anyway so I’ve been letting it tear me apart.”
“Why tell me then doll?”
You risked a glance at his face. There were no traces of judgement or pity. Swallowing down your nerves, you added softly, “I had to tell someone. Even if that someone is a random person— who showed me kindness when I needed it.”
Taehyung felt his heart clench, she’s already trusting me… this was easier than I thought. “Don’t feel like you need to tell me anything baby,” I already know it all.
You felt your cheeks burn from the pet name, how could something so simple, affect you this much? God, talk about a schoolgirl crush. “That’s the thing, I don’t feel like I need to. I just, I want to.”
Taehyung presented you with his boxy grin, “Then you can tell me anything you want, whether it's big or small.”
“Thank you Taehyung.” It was like the sun had shone down on you, the simplest gesture meant the world. Here you had a person willing to talk to you about your darkest secrets. A person willing to listen. Someone who had no ties to your family, which made it easier for the words to flow from you, “It’s like, I was this happy, care-free kid. I smiled without forcing it and when I laughed… I felt free. I didn’t feel like I was losing my breath. Not like I do now, everytime I do so much as breathe, it's like these roots have twisted around my lungs and everytime a breath escapes, they crush them tighter. It’s like a reminder. You’re never fully alive. You’re never fully happy. Pain overrides any other emotion. I’ve learned that, after all those years. I used to think, I’d never accept it.” A solemn silence fell over you. The roots squeezed your lungs even tighter as you whispered, “I’m scared of living.”
“Flower, some people are anchored to this world by their feet, others by their fears. You don’t have to voice it, I know you’re scared. You have your fears. Your demons. The thing you were doing at the cafe; is destructive. Anything that harms you, is destructive. Fuck, it may only be something as simple as picking your skin but that can lead into bigger things.”
It already has.
“Taehyung, I know that. I knew when it started but it helps, it lessens my anxiety. You’re the only one to have picked up on it. My friends… they don’t notice. If they do, they don’t mention it.”
Taehyung scoffed, “You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?”
Your mouth was sewn shut. You didn’t want to admit it but, there was some truth to his words.
You walked home in silence.
That night haunted you. It forced its way into your dreams. It clouded your thoughts when Yoongi and Hoseok were with you. When you’d spent time together, you were vacant. A soulless body. It was like a poison had found its way into your brain, second guessing relationships and people’s motives.
‘You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?’
Why were you letting it get in your head so much? You knew your friends. They were the only ones you felt safe with. They were your friends for a reason, they supported you (albeit sometimes they had a sense of… tough love) but they always had your back.
You didn’t mention Taehyung to Yoongi or Hoseok. You felt as though that was something that should be kept between you and him. Plus, the duo would’ve felt betrayed and upset by the fact you had wandered into foreign territory alone and found company in a complete stranger-- especially after they’d warned you about the whole Jigsaw shit.
To save the arguments, you went about your life as usual. You helped out your Mum with the flower shop, the array of flowers made you realise how the simplest things were beautiful. That of course, didn’t include yourself. Rancid thoughts clouded what was once, a tranquil space. Those god forsaken roots hadn’t lessened. Breathing was still difficult— as was pretending that you were absolutely fine.
You avoided mirrors, a quick glance could wreck your entire mood. You hated people taking photos of you, it made you scrutinise every single thing.
My nose is too big.
My chin is too round.
My face just shouts ugly.
My legs are disgusting.
My stomach is embarrassing.
My boobs are weird.
Not to say, you didn’t have these thoughts on the regular. However, the more you eluded your appearance, the voices lessened. You could ignore the way you looked, forget it completely. Often convinced yourself you were a plain person. The stereotypical norm: someone that no one would look twice at. It helped you get on with everyday tasks, it helped you ease the anxiety.
After all, every flower must grow through dirt.
But how would you react? If you knew, he had all the pictures of you?
Tuesdays you worked at your Dad’s garage. You didn’t know much about cars but you enjoyed his company. As well as spending time with Hobi and Yoongi. You often found yourself pranking the former with Yoongi, little jokes that luckily, didn’t piss Hobi off too much.
Today though, you were late. You’d had to spend more time trying to find the more appropriate clothing… you didn’t want people to see the slashed lines of red that littered your body.
After you messily threw an outfit together, you made your way down to the garage. You found your eyes trained on the silver Nissan Skyline, mouth agape as you collided into something.
You felt hands grab your shoulders, “Watch where you’re going,” Yoongi brought his hands to ruffle your hair, “gotta be careful while we’ve got that here kidda. That fuckers expensive.” He released a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, softly elbowing him out the way.
Your dad was under the bonnet, a box of tools were scattered around his feet. Organised mess, your Dad was infamous for it.
“Sorry I’m late Pops, what do you want me to do?”
Not even a second later, your Dad turned to face you, “Ah darling, not a lot while we’re working on this. Can you go make us some drinks?”
“Yeah course, I won’t be too long!”
You passed Hoseok on your way to the little kitchen situated at the back, he sent you a wink as he shouted across, “Coffee for me kidda!”
Three cups were spread in front of you. Americano for Yoongi, Coffee for Hobi and Cappuchino for Pops. Just as you were about to shout the guys, a presence had situated itself comfortably behind you. Before you had time to turn around, a deep baritone voice addressed you, “You not gonna ask me if I want a cup baby?”
You felt yourself still. You knew that voice. The voice that was haunting your dreams, even your wake.
You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?
Taehyung watched the way your body tensed, your shoulders stiffened, your breathing altered. Hm, she’s nervous. How cute.
“What are you doing here?” the words passed your lips, delivered as though they were encased in thorns.
A deep chuckle filled the room, “What do you think I’m doing here?” Taehyung inched closer, the atmosphere was almost palpable. You felt the way his chest brushed against your back, a sudden chill shot through you as he brought his hand up— which grazed against your skin whilst he moved your hair from your neck. His eyes turned hungry at the sight of your goosebumps. Your heart raced when he brought his head lower, lips next to your ear, “You think I’m here for you baby?” I am… but you don’t need to know that just yet.
You spun around, squashed between the table and Taehyung. Heat radiated off of him, how can he be so hot? It felt like you were in a furnace (while face to face with the Devil.)
Fear stricken, you tried to fight through it. Don’t show him. Don’t let him see. With a sarcastic smile plastered on your face you retorted, “Of course you are Taehyung. You tracked me down using the information I gave you and figured out which Garage is ours.”
The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone like venom. Taehyung felt himself stifle a laugh.
You just didn’t know. In all fairness, you didn’t know anything. How would you know that Taehyung had done exactly that, except he’d done it months prior.
He lowered his head to yours, your hands raised to push him away but Taehyung wrapped his fingers around each wrist and tugged them to lay between you before you even had the chance to nudge him. You felt like you were stuck in a Venus fly trap.
“I’m not some type of sicko, doll.”
You were just a naive, misunderstood, little girl.
“I’m getting my car fixed. Your dad’s working on it right now.”
Your body visibly relaxed, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Oh, the Skyline? Wait, you have a car and made us walk back to mine the other week?”
“I didn’t make you walk for the fun of it baby, my car is literally in the shop so obviously it was broken.”
Only, the car was perfectly fine when you met him those weeks ago. He had made the pair of you walk so he’d have more of a chance to speak to you and to touch you. The only way he could follow you around without being suspicious, especially at your dads work, was to have a somewhat reasonable excuse (which resulted in him messing with the engine). He knew although you’d shied away from him that night, he could easily win you back around.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Taehyung. I’m also uh, sorry about how that night ended.”
“Don’t sweat it, I know what I said came off a little... weird but I didn’t mean any harm.”
With an angelic smile on your face in return, Taehyung knew that soon, that smile would morph into a grateful one. After all, he was going to help you.
Until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Live or Die.
Your choice.
He had first seen you out and about last year. However, he had first heard of you when the guys working for him had slammed a file onto his desk, Subject #13 was scrawled on the top. Filled to the brim with pictures of you and everything about your life down to the littlest detail.
L/N Y/N— D.O.B 03.11.02— 19 years old.
Phone number: XXXXX.XXXXX
Female. Lives with parents at: 171 Norm Street, Falfield F91 7DW. Was outcasted at school but befriended a Jeon Jeongguk [19 years, male. 92 Carriers Road, Cressage CY5 3EA. XXXXX.XXXXX].
Ex partner is Kang Jaehyo. [23 years. Male. Abusive and manipulative, laid his hands on Y/N multiple times leaving bruises and scars. Sexual abuse was also discovered. Have been broken up for 4 months. 13 Walkers Drive, Falfield, F73 1DL XXXXX.XXXXX]
Y/N has suicidal ideations (as well as 7 attempts). Self harms by “cutting” “punching” and “scratching”. Diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety Disorder on May 13th 2016. Works at Toret Garage and Letty’s Floral. Both places owned by parents.
The web of lies and deceit had barely scraped the surface.
#dark bts#yandere bts#yandere taehyung#taehyung x reader#bts angst#yandere bts x reader#bts mafia au#bts fic#yandere jimin#yandere yoongi#kim taehyung mafia#kim taehyung x reader#bts horror au#horror bts#bts horror#taehyung angst#taehyung fic#yandere hoseok#yandere jin#yandere jungkook#bts saw au#john kramer!taehyung#bts au#kim taehyung au#taehyung x you
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For the song ask game = 'Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!' by Will Wood? I would link it but Tumblr doesn't like me for some reason
i really enjoyed this song. idk if youve also listened to these but if u love this song i recommend brutus by the buttress and viva discordia by the handsome devil
anyway, the au: izuku doesnt have a quirk (as usual). all might tells him that becoming a hero would be suicidal
izuku's like 'yeah? ill fuckin show u suicidal'
joins an underground fighting ring to prove that he isnt weak and useless
he loses at first. he loses a lot. inko got pretty negligent after her husband left bc of izukus quirklessness, so thats one more thing fuelling izukus spite. anyway, she doesnt notice that he comes home injured all the time, and doesnt pick up the phone from the school telling her he isnt coming in.
eventually izuku starts using his smarts to strategize against his opponents, how to use their quirks against them, how to make their bodies betray themselves
he learns how to read their psyche, how to find and dig at psychological wounds like a bloodhound
understandably, he makes enemies
he feels bad, at first. he has nothing against these people, but a fight is a fight and izuku has something to prove
hes nice and apologetic to ppl he pissed off in the ring, much less nice to ppl who attack him unprovoked
ppl realize something is wrong when one day bakugou catches izuku by the shoulder and izuku nearly strangled him against the wall and snarls 'try it again ill kill u' and it feels real
bakugou was less scared of the slime villain than he is of izuku in that moment
izuku sees it. he stumbles back and runs away bc bakugou was right. he couldnt be a hero. he didnt think he was a villain, but...
his info gets spread around: the quirkless champion of the kawara underground ring
he draws peoples interest. some negative, some positive, some neutral
he starts getting attacked oretty frequently by assholes like the dregs of the MLA, ppls he previously fought and screwed over, and sometimes their family members with a grudge
oftentimes izuku gets hurt, even so he doesnt kill the people that come after him
one fucker holds a kid histage to get izuku in his hands (overhaul) and izuku fucking loses it
obviously leaving these fucks alive is dangerous to both izuku and everyone else
overhaul is the first to go. he gains the bastards trust, lures him into a sense of security, then hits him w one of the quirk suppressant bullets, then stabs him to finish the job
the facility is a mess, and izuku takes jo prisoners bc everyone here is scum (except eri, who he very quietly drops off at yuuei bc if any ppl could handle eris quirk itd be nedzu and eraserhead)
izuku continues to gain power to keep himself safe, whether he really wants it or not
he creates a truce w shigaraki that essentially boils down to : i wont step on ur toes if u dont step on mine.
someone kills inko one day. izuku grieves as much as he can, organizes her funeral, then fucking vanishes
dedicates his life to growing stronger and staying alive, having completely forgotten that his original goal was to probe that he was strong enough to be a hero
it all comes to a head when izuku is doing some training in the basement of his organization (criminal, information-gathering, becoming a huge threat bc they sell info to villains and heroes hve no clue how theyre getting the info) and all might fucking busts in
and then hes lost for a solid minute bc isnt that the kid who asked him if he could be a hero
izuku grins and asks 'so? would you say im suicidal?'
essentially, this au is summed up by izuku hitting rock bottom and pulling out a pickax
#this was edgy wow#i could probably come up w something better some day and ill post it#bnha#midoriya izuku#deku#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#bnha au#ask meme#ask game
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The Man
A Peaky Blinders imagine (reader insert)
Warnings: fighting, blood, bullet wounds, swearing, murder.
GIF is not mine!
Summary: Accidentally busting into a bar while trying to finish a job may not have been the smartest idea.
Pt.2
You knew they were on your trail, it was part of the plan. And it was going perfectly. What you didn't expect was for one them to be in a car, driving straight for you. Thinking fast you looked for some kind of cover. Seeing a pair double doors, you made a run for them and honestly in the moment you weren't thinking about who or what was on the other side.
Throwing the doors open and slamming them behind you, you rushed to the side and waited for the shadowy figures belonging to your targets to enter. It didn't take long which you were greatful for, means that you would get to go home sooner, the group of 3 men walked into the bar. Being behind them gave you an advantage, pulling out some piano wire you threw yourself onto the back of one them. He wasn't able to get his fingers underneath the wire making his death come quickly. The other two men turned around to the sounds of their partner yelling and as soon as the body hit the floor they pounced.
Ducking down from most their collective swings, you scrambled towards one of the tables, there was a bottle on it. Picking it up you turned and saw the bigger man of the two come towards you. Spinnig the bottle in your hand, you rose your brows and gestured your arms out in a 'come on and get me' kind of way. The man barrelled forward and threw a hard punch, hitting you in jaw, you staggered to the side and swung the bottle right onto the back of his bald head, he stumbled before you pulled the back of his collar exposing his chest where you plunged the broken end of the bottle into his right breast. You turned the two of you around and faced the other man, his eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Taking his moment of stun, you pushed the bald man forward into the arms of the smaller man, knocking him over with a loud thud as he hit the floor, this action obvisously drove the broken bottle further into the bald man which caused him to cry out in pain.
Neither man can move now, the smaller man started babbling while the bald one was crying. Pulling out the knife from your shoe you waltzed over to the stacked bodies. "We all know why this is your fate," Spitting out blood you continued, "stop making so much fucking noise."
Leaning over them you stabbed the knife into the smaller man's neck before grabbing the bald man's hand and telling him to hold it there, he was trying to fight agaisnt you but you could tell that he was getting weaker with every shift he made. "The more you move the more you bleed." He stopped moving, "You wont die from that bottle unless I want you to." The man started crying again. Grabbing one of the chairs closest to you, you sat down. "You throw a good punch by the way." His hand slipped off the knife's slick handle. "What did I say to do?" He finally tried to speak.
"Please let me go......how was I suppose to know?" Standing with a sigh you walked back over to the man and gently placed your hands on his neck. "Don't lie, you always knew." Snapping his neck quickly and straightening back up, you finally glanced around the room to assess the damage. 1 broken bottle, and some blood. 'Not too bad', you think to yourself. Turning back around to your chair you started to push it back in when the back door opened and footsteps caught your attention.
"The fuck happened here!?" A man with a mustache started yelling. "Buisness." Glancing up as you answered you noticed there was 4 of them. The man with the mustache, another with a cap on, the third had a ciggarette hanging out of mouth, and the last one had a baby face. With the adrenaline running out you started to feel the pain, looking down you saw your shirt soaked in blood. "Fuck...," looking back to the gaggle of men, who were still glaring at you, 3 of them even pulled out guns. "Look I'll pay for the bottle and the labour for the blood, I apologise for the mess too. Are you lot gonna tell the police?" Now their expressions changed looking st you as if you had multiple heads. "Police!? We're the fucking peaky blinders!" The man with the mustache yelled at you, cocking his gun, "and who the fuck are you!?"
"Nobody." Turning yourself toward the door, "The money will be here by first light." Hearing the other men cocking their guns you stopped and stared at the door in front of you, a different voice spoke out. "It is already first light, its actually 5 in the morning. We were told by some of our men that a group broke in here and were stupid enough to leave their car outside." Closing your eyes you sighed, 'well there goes my ride', you thought to yourself again. The men began talking to you again but you were thinking about how you were going to be leaving, 'Maybe I can still take the car, worst they could've done is fuck with the engine.' Smiling to yourself you turned back to the men.
"Look gentlemen, I dont know who the peaky blinders are. Never heard of you lot sadly, as for me don't worry about it. I'm just another man walking the streets, well not these ones but..." You looked back down and noticed another blood spot was slowly getting bigger, " I've got to get going now, I already got a few bullets in me so if you'll excuse me, you'll find me in the hospitial."
With that you turned and dashed through the door as bullets went flying around you for the 2nd time today It's something you've gotten used to over the years. With every step you took, the pain spiked. Gritting your teeth you hopped into the car and started it. The machine shook alive and you let out a little laugh.The men were now rushing out the door and aiming at the car, stepping on the gas you bolted down the road. Nothing was more exciting then driving a fast car.
"The fucker's getting away!" Arthur shouted, "What do you want us to do Arthur? Chase after the car?" Michael questioned his cousin. John lowered his gun and tried catching his breath, "Did you see the bodies in there? Something don't add up, one of them had a knife in his fucking throat." Tommy walked out of the Garrison doors, "Yeah and the one on top of him has a bottle in his chest. Then there's the one by the door, he's got a mark on his neck, wire looks like." Everyone was silent, mulling over the situation. "He said he'd be at the hospital, we should send someone over there." Michael looked to Tom, taking out another cigarette. "You know Michael that isn't a bad idea, we'll send Finn and Isaiah."
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Getting back to the apartment was easy. No one was up yet, it was 5 AM at the latest, the sun was just starting to peak through the horizon. Taking off your shirt you started unwrapping the binding on your chest, taking a deep breathe would've been nice but the bullet hole in your side reminded you it was still there. Grabbing your supplies and sitting on the bed, you got to work on removing the bullet, luckly it wasn't near any important parts. Biting down on some cloth you pulled the bullet out. "Fuck ,fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tossing the stupid thing on the floor you splashed some alcohol into the wound. Feeling a little woozy you grabbed the needle and thread, 'Come on YN youère almost done.' Stitching yourself up wasn't new but your hands still shake with every pass. The slash on your arm only needed a few stitches but the awkward angle was enough to give you trouble.
Spinning around you realized there wasn't any bandages left, throwing your head back with an audible "ugh" you stood and started to throw on a new shirt, careful not to bump anything and open it back up you threw a oversized coat on and a hat.
The air was cool which was nice on your flushed cheeks, cool air was always nice after a job, espiecally one that you walked away from with new wounds. You kept your head slightly down and collar popped, hiding your face. You knew this life wasn't easy but you knew nothing else, you grew up doing this, your whole life dedicated to this and everything associated with it. Your thoughts cleared when you came up to the hospitial. In and out. Grab bandages, and leave, simple.
Walking into the hospitial you saw nurses bustling about and doctors checking boards and holding conversation with each other. Good, people were busy. Watching one of the nurses walk down the hall and enter a door that said nurses only, you set your attentions there. Everybody glanced at you but with a simple tip of the hat and a "here to see the wife and babe" nobody questioned you, babies were always being born. You could hear some of them coming into the world, the cries of life. Not like the ones you were used to too.
Entering the room some murses looked up at you and some were about to start yelling but you were quicker. "Oh I'm so sorry everyone for being late, you know how it is." Laughing gently you took off the hat and shook out your chin length hair. "Excuse me but I dont think I've ever seen around before." One nurse spoke. Looking over to her while sliping off your coat, "Oh well pardon me, I'm Leanna. I've been sent over for a few days with a patient before we go back home, I'm his personal nurse." Most of the nurses ignored you and left to get on with work you presumed. "Which patient?" You went behind a curtain and changed into a nurses uniform, "Mr.Smith." You replied, Smith was a rather common name anywhere you went in Britain so it was a safe name to throw around. "Smith? I don't think I've heard of him sorry." Stepping out fully dressed you gave her a gently smile "It's quite alright we won't be here long. it was nice meeting you but I have to get going Mr.Smith gets upset when he doesn't recognize where he is." With that you left and walked the halls.
While looking for the supply closet you saw 2 boys dressed very similarly to the men from the pub walk in, you could hear them ask doctors and nurses of they've had a man in with bullet wounds. Of course they said no. But now there was a problem, while walking towards another section of the hospitial these two boys bumped into you, knocking you to the ground, and you felt a pop. Quickly standing back up, you ignored the hands trying to help you up. "Miss! Sorry! We weren't looking where we were going, you know we're trying to look for someone. Maybe you've seen them? A man who was shot-" "shot in the side." Tying your cardigan around your waist you looked up at the boys. One was lean, had freckles and curly hair, the other was a little more built (he did knock you down), smooth skin, and had dark hair. "It's alright, no I havent seen a man, now please excuse me." Keeping things short, you left and found the supplies closet.
You dressed your own wounds and stuck the rest of the bandages into the bust of the dress. Shifting the bust of the dress around you gave yourself the okay and left the closet. The boys were still in the same spot but now babyface and the cap wearing man had joined them. 'Shit.' Holding your head down you passed them again. " *whisle* thats one pretty girlie, oi nurse!" The capped man was catcalling you.....honestly could've be worse. Walking faster you made it back to the lockers, changing was nice until you noticed the smallest blood stain on the dress, "Oh for fucks sake." You held the dress in the crook of your elbow, now standing in the nurses locker room, dressed in mens clothing with coat pockets full of bandages and other supplies, holding a nures's dress, to make it even better a nurse walked in and was staring at you with wide eyes. 'fuck'
"Look miss my girl works here and she asked me to throw her uniform in the laundry here, you see there's some blood on it and she's in the bathroom right now, the blood it makes her dizzy, I-I I'll leave, oh Lord this is embarrassing." Lying came easy, sometimes you enjoyed it, every word created a story and here you were acting in it, you found it funny. 'No! No! It's quite alright you're just trying to be a good husband here lemme take it for you, you go see how she is alright." The nurse came over placing a hand on your arm and grabbed the uniform. "Thank you miss" You gave her a smile and left the room swiftly.
Leaving the hospitial was suppose to be as easy as getting into it but the tiny detail you forgot about was now you were in the same building as those men from the pub. Wanting to face plant into the ground and wanting to let put the biggest groan, you kept silent and your head on a swivel. Looking around every corner and down every hallway. Alas your efforts were futile when you rounded a corner and bumped into the same chest as earlier. You landed on the ground again and quickly pulled your hat down to cover the majority of your face. "Oi watch where your going." You nodded and stood up making sure not to make eye contact, side stepping around them you carried on your way when you heard, "Isaiah thats him!" Upon those words you ran, 'so much goddamn running.'
You weren't far from the entrance when some men stepped in front of the hospitals doors, wearing those stupid hats, 'you've got to be fucking kidding me'. Looking around you noticed a open window, you slowed down to a halt and stared at the men at the door, they slowky walked forward and you could hear the shoes hitting the floor in chase behind you. Throwing a smirk at the two at the door you dashed to the window and used your arms to send yourself out of it legs first. Sticking the landing you stood up and glanced into an alleyway and decided to take it, you could still hear the men running after you. Looking up at the walls around you, specifically at the windows again and these were barred. Perfect. Stopping in front of one you noticed how high it was, your arms weren't gonna be long enough. The slapping of shoes filled the alleyway, making up your mind in that moment, you decided on a run and jump. The first attempt didnt work, at all.
By now when you started the second attempt the men could see you easly scale the windows, then the fire escape, then they watched you jump onto the roof and disappear. "Now who in the fuck does that?" Isaiah looked back at the group of men. All of them were out of breath. "Yeah who the fuck is he? Why's he so important?" Finn looked at his older brother, "He broke into The Garrison and killed 3 blokes" John answered. Finn looked to the roof and laughed. "Fucking hell."
The group started their journey back to the betting shop but what they didn't know was that they were being followed by the 'man' on the roof. Granted jumping from roof to roof only worked so far before you had to get down, you watched them enter a building and recognized the area around you, it wasn't too far from the apartment, letting out a sigh you walked back 'home'. How were you going to leave this place now? Taking everything off you started yourself a bath. Seeing your reflection was weird, you were so used to being seen as a man by the outside world that when you did see the feminine parts of you it was like a surprise, a nice surprise cause you knew you were one badass lady. Taking off the bandage made you huff in annoyance, getting knocked over causing your stitches to pop open and then all that running and climbing, all that hard work just to be back at square one. Walking to your room you redid the stitches, not as shaky this time, then climbed into the bath.
It's at moments like these where you wished you had your beloved record player with you. Music is always able to help you calm down. You could say music was your only weakness.
You lounged there wondering when you should drop off that money, would they even want it? They didn't seem to enthustiastic about your offer. Whatever you promised, maybe you could deliver the new bottle...nope, knock and run away? Yeah that sounds alright.
The water was getting cold so you stood up and wrapped yourself in a towel and made your way to your room to grab the bandages from your coat after dressing yourself you noticed there was a whole in your coat, 'the windows', letting out another sigh you grabbed some wide cloth and binded your chest, then grabbed a shirt, trousers, your hat, and some cash, then headed to the nearest store to buy a bottle of whatever you could find. Seeing as your coat had a hole in it you couldn't help but stick your hand in and out of it as you walked, you even pulled at the frayed edges before you mentally yelled at yourself saying that you're only gonna make it worse. Shoving your hands into the pockets you walked into the first store, it looked like a general store, had a little bit of everything. Looking around the shelves you noticed they had a very small liqour selection and guessing by the dust on some of the bottles, they weren't very popular. You saw an older man with a white beard and mustache behind the counter, "Excuse me sir, what kind of drink is this?" Throwing a gesture towards the shelf with your head the man looked to the side at the bottles.
"You want to buy them?" He looked surprised. "Yes but only if you tell me what it is." You let out a small laugh. The older man chuckled, "Yes well, the ones in the front row are whiskey but everything behind them is rum." Rum? You haven't had rum in awhile. "I'll take two bottles of rum, the ones in the furthest back please." He turned and set them down in front of you. "Is that everything?" He asked with a raised brow, "No, do you sell coats by any chance? Or know of somewhere that does?" The older man was about to answer when a woman behind you spoke, "You can buy coats down the road now can you please hurry im in a rush." Turning towards the woman you noticed the short haircut, to the chin like yours, her eyes were a bright blue and she wore red lipstick, she was also wearing a fur coat. Once your gaze went back up to her face, she had a mischievous look on her face. "Are you finished? Thats a rather large hole in your coat, what happened?" Laughing to yourself, you turned back towards the man and placed 2 bills down. "keep the change." With that you left and hearing the older man yelling thank you as you left, put a smile on your face. You enjoyed making people happy.
The store selling coats was crowded, people were everywhere in there, some were customers, and others were employess with tape measures around their necks. A woman walked up to you when you steped through the door. "Hello! How may I help you?" You locked eyes with her and gave her your most charming smile, "I'm looking for a coat, mines got a hole in it." Showing her the whole she gasped. "My thats a rather large rip, well if you could follow me I can show you some im sure you'll like." She gently wrapped her arm around yours and took off down the racks of coats before stopping in front of a section with many black and navy coats. "So here we have some coats that match the colour and wear as the one you have on now." Going through a few you noticed one a little further down the racks. "What about this one?" Pulling out the dark forest green jacket, you turned to her and smiled, "Can I try this one on?" She stared at you for a moment.
"Yes of course you can sir though I do have to warn you it is one of our more expensive pieces." Taking off the jacket you had on and giving it to the lady, you swung the green fabric over your shoulders, your arm protested but you masked the pain. You looked over yourself and you were quite happy with how it looked on you. "I quite like it, miss I think I'll take this one." The woman started speaking fast, "but sir that jacket is very expensive, yes you look very handsome in it but-!" You walked over to her and grabbed her hands, "It's alright, but now I have to get it if I look so handsome in it." Winking at her, you let go of her hands and grabbed your old coat, pulling out some money. "Is this enough?" She glanced at the money in your hands and grabbed the bills, she refiled through them then handed back 2 bills. "There its yours." She smiled at you with flushed cheeks. Smiling back, you placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly, "thank you miss, have nice day." Her face got brighter as you walked away, you wished she kept the old coat but you needed to get the bottle of rum to the building before sundown.
You saw the woman from earlier walk out of another shop in front of you. Her arms carrying a box and a bag on top of it. You could hear the clicking of her heelings against the pavement, she was walking with purpose you decided, guess she was telling the truth about being in a hurry. Then you noticed the men, the men in caps,'they're everywhere'. The woman noticed them too. "If you're just gonna watch me all day atleast be helpful and bring this back to the house." She placed the box and bag into the arms of one of the men and kept on walking before entering a car.
You watched the car leave and felt jealous but kept on with your travel on foot. You walked towards your street and on the way you saw a small girl running in nothing but a dress. Watching with careful eyes you examined the path the girl was running in and saw a pump in the road, almost as you were about to call out she tripped and fell. Rushing over, you picked her up and sat her on your knee and brushed off her legs and arms of the gravel stuck to them. She had her face tucked into your neck as she cried, getting you wet with her tears. "Hey you're alright now, I've gotcha." You gently brushed the dirty and gravel off her injured knee. "Nothing more than a little scrape aye?" She looked down at her knee and sniffled, "It hurts." Rubbing her back you replied, "I know darling but you're a strong girl. You look tough now and once this little scrape heals you'll be good as new." She studied the side of your face as you were checking the rest of her legs for scrapes.
"You've got long hair mr." She was gently pulling on the strands poking out from under your hat, "It looks pretty." She giggled as the hair sprung back into place. "Why thank you, I must admit I only ever want my hair to look pretty." You wrapped your large coat over her small frame and tied the long ends in a knot. "There you can have my coat, now I know there's a hole in it but you can throw it when you get home, it's just something to keep you warm yeah?" She looked at you with big eyes "Yea!" "Now watch where you run." She nodded, hugged you and ran away. The sleeves of the coat covering her hands.
Laughing you turned back and continued the walk. When you finally reached your street you saw the car the woman left in, 'curiouser and curiouser', the car was parked in front of your rums destination. Standing next to the car you gently leaned against it and began to come up with your 'escape' plan. "So after almost a day of my men trying to find you, you end up on my door step." Spinning your head towards the alley and the voice, you made eye contact with the man from the pub, and just like when you first saw him, he was smoking. Looking back to the door you answered, "I was just going to leave the bottle and money and be on my mary way." You heard in let out a airy laugh. "Mary way? I didn't peg you as the type of man to go about things maryly especially after what I saw you do to those 3 in the bar." Looking up at the sky you sighed.
Still sitting on the car you tilted your upper half and placed one of the bottles of rum on the top of the car, then you held up some cash and placed the bottle on top of the pile. Holding up your own bottle of rum and stepped off the car, "I'll be on my mary way." Throwing him a small smile you walked past him. "This rum?" You spun back around to him and opened your bottle. "Yep." You gave the bottle a swig and let out a hum. "It's pretty good too." You tipped the bottle towards him, "Cheers." You spun back around and walked towards your aprtment.
Watching you walk to the apartments at the end of lane Tommy smirked and grabbed the rum. He opened the bottle and gave it a sniff and quickly scowled at it. He put the top back on the bottle and counted the money, eyes shooting up to your apartment again. Where the hell did you get this type of money?
"You alright Tom?" Turning towards his sister he placed the bottle of rum in her hand, "I'm fine Ada." Recognizing the bottle, Ada made eye contact with her brother. "Where'd you get this from?" Tom looked at the bottle then back at his sister, "why?" Ada shook her head. "It nothing I just saw a man earlier today buying a few bottles," she let out a laugh, "he was asking where to buy a new coat cause his had this giant tear in his." Thomas glanced down the lane again to the apartment building he watched you enter earlier.
"A man eh?"
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Aaaahhh it's been forever since I last wrote anything, truly am sorry, but! I have been craving to write for peaky blinders again (I honestly love that show and its universe) I had loads of fun writing this and I actually know where I want this story to go so please let me know if you want a part 2 or maybe I'll write a part 2 anyways cause I have many plans for it. Anyways enough of my rambling, I really hope you enjoyed this and thank you so much for reading! <3
#Peaky Blinders#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders x reader#x reader#tommy shelby x reader#ada thorne x reader#finn shelby x reader#michael gray x reader#john shelby x reader#arthur shelby x ready#reader insert
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and the last one for now (till we get more of the 100 arc) - we kinda need a director's cut on enough? 🥺 (BECAUSE YOU SPOIL US WITH SHOWING HIS RECOVERY).
anything for you my love! (i have a LOT of these coming, so i’ll queue them up through the rest of the week :))
commentary in bold italics because i cant figure out how to do the fancy colors
You knock on his door, takeout in your hand. “It’s me!”
After a minute of silence on the other side of the door, you take your keys out of your pocket and start to open the door. “Don’t shoot me. I’m using my keys.” You move to open it, and the chain is in place.
Okay I just love the fact that they have a key to his apartment?? After everything he’s been through and how unsafe he feels in his home? I’m soft.
Damn it, Aaron.
Then -
Is he okay?
The transition to light panic here was really important to me - I wanted to establish right away that the threat and the fear was still there, and the last time they couldn’t find Aaron, he was stabbed nine (!!) times.
“Aaron?” You call through the gap in the door. You leave the keys in the door and pull your phone out of your pocket, hitting the first number on your speed dial.
You hear his phone ring, a smack, and both from down the hallway and through the speaker (with an echo): “Hotchner.”
“I’m here with dinner. Open the door.”
His voice is thick with sleep. “You have a key, right?”
“The chain is on. I’m surprised I didn’t trip the alarm.”
He makes a little dissatisfied noise and hangs up. I love him. You can hear him plant his feet and walk down the hallway. You smile a little at him as he approaches the door, almost looking inconvenienced as he shuts it, removes the chain lock, and opens it again.
“Are you seriously upset that I brought you food?”
No, dear, that’s just his face.
He shakes his head and steps back, letting you in before closing it. “No, sorry. I just didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
You take stock of him as he turns his back on you and sits on the couch, settling with a slowness that looks painful. You set the food down and then return to lock the door. It’s easier for him to answer your question when you’re not looking at him.
I love how well they know him. Like...he refuses to be vulnerable with the rest of the team, and even with them, he only feels safe when he can’t be seen.
“How are you feeling?”
A sigh. “Alright.”
And yet...
You look over your shoulder as you slide the chain lock back into place. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t work.”
His head is in the takeout bag as he answers, still avoiding your eyes. “I’m sore and I can’t sleep at night and everything is healing slower than I want.”
There we go. There we go, indeed.
You sit beside him. “Do your dressings need to be changed?”
“I got most of them earlier, and Jess came over to help me yesterday, but there are a few that need to wrap around and I can’t -” He stops with a huff. “I can’t reach without -”
You put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I got it.”
His jaw is tight, shaky. “Thanks.”
Hotch and them just communicate with each other so well. They can understand what he needs and how he needs it presented to him.
“First,” you say, grabbing one of the boxes, “food.”
There’s a grateful little pull of his lips as you dig in. The news is on, but you pick up the remote and change it to some ridiculous reality TV program.
“I was watching that.”
“No you weren’t.”
He wasn’t.
This made me LAUGH like you wouldn’t believe. My parents do this all the time and it always makes me smile.
You avoid his exasperated eyes as you set the remote on your side of the couch - farther than he can reach without stretching.
You eat together in silence, the trainwreck on the television only marginally holding your attention. When you glance at him, you catch the side of his face twinge when he reaches for his glass of water.
“You know, not taking your pain meds doesn’t make you Captain America. It just makes you stupid, and in pain.”
This is the piece of dialogue that got me started on this little fic. I was like “wait a minute - this fucker won’t take his meds and he’ll need someone to take care of him and the writers DEPRIVED us of joy so maybe i’ll just give myself a little joy, as a treat.
He levels you with a glare.
+++
“Stop squirming.”
“Sorry.”
We love starting in the middle of a conversation/activity. I really hate writing build-up to stuff if it’s not actually relevant, so I’ve kind of worked on making scene starts feel active without being too abrupt. I’ve been known to write full on scenes and then just chop the shit out of them for pacing and structure.
My outtakes document is like 25 pages long because I never really get rid of anything.
With gentle fingers, you tape and tuck gauze around one of the wounds on his ribs. He flinches, a little pained noise leaving his throat.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your fingers flutter for a second before setting back to work. Reaching blindly behind you, you grab the roll of gauze wrapping. “Hang on for just a second - this isn’t going to feel good.”
He takes a deep breath (as deep as he can, anyway, considering his injuries), and you begin wrapping the dressing around his ribs, passing the roll from one hand to the other. He grits his teeth whenever it pulls the right amount, and your lower lip disappears between your teeth.
I probably watched Aaron being in pain in carious episodes for close to an hour while putting this together. It sucked.
“I’m going to tuck it in front so you can reach it, okay?”
He nods, his eyes closed.
You’re sitting on his desk while he’s perched on the edge of his chair, his arm resting along the back - up and out of the way. This is the only place in the apartment he’s comfortable removing his shirt.
Every other room has a mirror or a big window.
ALRIGHT we’re gonna touch on Aaron’s insecurities here - we see his growth and confidence shift by the time we see him and Reader in mean it, where he feels comfortable when they take his shirt off and see his scars.
“Okay, one more.”
You’ve saved the hardest one for last, but it has to go in that order. It’s the one just above his collarbone, right off the hollow of his throat, that needs the most attention and frequent changes.
I noticed this dressing - the one right below his neck - on my final rewatch of Faceless, Nameless. I was scanning for things I missed, not looking at anything I’d seen before, and that just stood out to me. Thus, we got the extension of this scene that was originally going to end with “Every other room...window.”
You tip his chin with the tip of your finger, giving you more space to work.
Okay I didn’t even touch on the touching in this one. I think this is the most contact they’ve ever had, and I think something shifts in their friendship after this.
Gingerly pulling at the tape, you remove the soiled dressing. Aaron’s breath comes as deep as he can through his teeth. When it quickens, you stop.
You readjust so he can keep his head where it is and you can sit in his eye line. He meets your eyes with a tight jaw.
Yes, we are mirroring the shaving scene in mean it here! There are a lot of mirror moments between that fic and this one - a kind of breakthrough of intimacy in both cases.
“What can I do, Aaron?”
He closes his eyes again and tilts his head further to the side. “Just keep going.”
The tears come unbidden into your eyes as you continue your work, but your hands and breath are steady. They are so moved to his pain it literally made me cry. I just thought of the way their hands must have shook and like...the sight of the wound itself. My best friend was hospitalized two years ago, and even seeing her in any pain just brought me straight to tears. For these two, where that’s so part of their everyday, I can’t even fathom it. You can hear him match his breath to yours and you’re thankful for your relative composure.
The wound still looks wretched - angry and red and black and blue and weeping - but it’s not infected.
You hold a towel up and he gingerly presses it to his chest while you reach for the wound wash, hiding your face from him. This is as much about protecting themself as it is about protecting Aaron.
“Thirty seconds, thirty seconds,” you assure him. “Do you want me to count?”
I like the implication that they’ve counted the thirty seconds for him before, so I left it there.
He shakes his head. “Just do it.”
You shoot a gentle stream of the solution across the open tissue, held together by more stitches than you want to count, both internal and external. There are SO many delicate little ligaments and muscle fibers in the neck and upper chest - I asked my dad about it (reminder: he’s a former paramedic from Alameda county where paramedics can make an execute medical decisions lmao) and he said neck and clavicle injuries were a nightmare. Apparently, it’s like a minefield in there. The other arteries and delicate tissues of the body dont have so many key items, but the neck (obviously) does, with lots of room to damage upper and lower respiratory tracks. Thus...Lots of stitches. Anguished noises leave his chest through his teeth and you know he’s trying to suppress them with unsteady breath. His eyes are shut impossibly tight, and you can see unauthorized tears gathering in the corners.
Unauthorized tears came to me while I was searching in vain for an appropriate adjective here. I didn’t want to just say that he was crying - it wasn’t good enough. I wanted to demonstrate that he didn’t want to cry, that neither one of them wanted to make the other feel badly for their own anguish.
This is always the hardest part, and you’ve never gotten through it without crying. You hate how much he hurts. It’s like you can feel it yourself, the sting, the bone-deep ache, the throbbing.
Tears fall down your cheeks, some landing on your shirt and others wandering down your throat.
Even then, he knows you don’t pity him.
If he thought that, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him.
You wash and dab, wash and dab, until the wound is clean and fluid-free, apologizing the whole time. You throw both the wash and gauze to the side and reach for fresh wrapping while swiping at your eyes.
Fuck.
“Just a second.”
You’ve touched your face, so now you have to wash your hands. Again. We love good hygiene practice! You leave him and go into the kitchen, wash and dry your hands, and return to him.
He catches your eyes before you settle back down. There’s something behind his eyes you can’t name, and it sends something flying around your body.
That’s love, babey!! Haley smacked sense into him since last we talked and Reader has NO clue! Wild! I love dramatic irony!
You always feel a little guilty for your tears, but he understands. He thought for a moment, in the beginning, about what he would do if the situation was reversed.
I can just see Aaron thinking of this, almost getting stuck on it. He’s so sensory-oriented, so grounded in sensation and memory, that he would force himself to feel the full brunt of a hypothetical scenario where Reader is seriously injured.
He doesn’t have to imagine too hard because of course he remembers the gunshot wound in through and through, but it would be different if they were hospitalized or something.
After scant seconds of consideration, he had decided he could never be as composed as you, as vulnerable and open as you. He could never offer to clean and dress your wounds - the thought of causing you pain of any sort, even helpful pain, was unbearable.
Besides that, he would be so angry that you were hurt at all and wouldn’t be able to keep his hands steady.
Nothing like the barely-contained rage of cis white men born in the 1960′s! (Or maybe I’m just projecting my father here....anyways.....)
At the very least, he would probably scare you with the intensity of his fury. Anyone who ever laid a hand on you would be subject to a wrath comparable to that of God.
And Aaron’s mom is Catholic, so he would know.
I can’t wait to have more Mama Hotch! (For those of you who haven’t gotten to the reality check trilogy, I’ve named her Evelyn because a. it was popular when she was born and b. I needed Aaron’s mom to have a soft and elegant name)
There is not a moment where he takes your execution of this particular task for granted. He knows how difficult it is. He thinks, perhaps, that this is the bravest act of love he’s ever seen.
I love the way Aaron shows love. He’s adoring in kind of a different way, brave in a different way. There’s so much hiding beneath him if you know where and how to look. I don’t think people, either in the show or in the fandom or in general, really look critically at him that way.
But could you love him?
Love?
No.
Too old. Too broken. Too divorced. Too married to work. Too poor a father. Too many other things that make me wholly undeserving.
He couldn’t, wouldn’t, subject you to himself.
God I mean there is SO MUCH in him that internalizes EVERYTHING. He thinks everything is his fault and I just????? Ugh.
He’s satisfied loving you in silence. He’d done it for a while now, he realized, after his conversation with Haley.
It would have to be enough.
It would have to be enough to watch you carry on with your joyful, vibrant life.
It would have to be enough to watch your face light up for someone who loves you, who puts a ring on your finger and makes you happy.
It would have to be enough to spoil your children if and when you became a parent, to hold the title ‘Uncle Aaron’ instead of ‘Dad.’
I added this last bit as almost an afterthought, and it was the one everyone seemed to love the most. Looking back, it’s my favorite too.
It would have to be enough to know you would outlive him and die loved.
It would have to be enough.
You pick up your tools again, using three fingertips this time to tip his head to the side at the temple. He almost smiles.
Here, I think its the juxtaposition between the direction of his thoughts and their gentle touch that makes him smile. It’s not a happy one, but I think its one of acceptance. He’s in a place, in this moment, where he actually trusts that they’ll be there.
“What?”
He shakes his head the barest amount and raises his eyebrows. “Nothing.”
I think they would have told them, if there was some way to explain it. But there wasn’t.
With a roll of your still-watery eyes, you get back to work, folding and pressing the gauze to the wound with a light, even pressure. You try to ignore Aaron’s hiss as the smile dissolves off his face, replaced by restraint and pain.
Holding the pad in place with one hand, you take the tape, hanging the roll on your thumb while you pull with your other hand. You tape all around the perimeter of it, gently warming the adhesive against his skin.
“Alright. Almost done.”
You have him hold the end right under the wound while you stand to better get around him. Once, like a sash, around his shoulder and across his back and under his other arm, once around his ribs, repeat.
Again, you tear and tuck it in front so he can reach, and gently pat it into place.
When it’s low-profile enough to disappear under his shirt -
“Finished.”
You turn and gather everything into the little bin that lives under his bathroom counter before he can say anything. And this is their way of hiding from him. I purposefully focused in on Hotch’s inner monologue during this part, instead of Reader’s. We already know how they feel and how much they love him and yet deny it from here to next year. I thought it was much more interesting to examine Aaron’s acceptance of his feelings in this moment. He watches you, and you can feel his eyes at your back.
The first time you came to visit after he got home, he was worried you’d look at him differently, was worried you’d pity him.
This was originally up where the first mention of pity is, but I needed that inner moment with Aaron before I went back to a recollection.
He shouldn’t have.
You showed up at the door looking at him just the same way you always did. He wasn’t sure quite what way that was, exactly, but it was the same.
The first time you offered to help him with his dressings, he refused outright. It was only when you saw that a wound on his left side had ripped a little and bled through his shirt that you wrestled him down and took care of it.
Harder still than exposing his pain? Taking off his shirt. You’d reached for the top button the first time and he flinched like he’d been burned.
He refused to meet your eyes.
This little memory was SUCH a clear image in my head - it was such a struggle to figure out where and how to include it. I was happy that I found a way to do it in a way that wasn’t jarring and didn’t detract.
“What on earth are you so afraid of?”
He opened his mouth as if he was going to raise his voice at you, but then snapped it shut, his jaw working. His eyes were trained on the carpet.
“Hey.”
He looked at you somewhat reluctantly.
“It’s just me.”
I know, he thought, that’s the problem.
“This,” you gesture to his general torso area, “is not going to scare me or freak me out. What does freak me out, however -” You point at him with a packet of sterile gauze. “- is the thought of you trying to do this on your own, ripping your stitches, you not going back to the hospital, getting infected, going septic, and having a generally bad time.”
He finally speaks, the barest bit of sarcasm in his tone. “That’s quite a reach, isn’t it?”
You shoot him a withering look. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me you’d willingly go back to get your stitches fixed every time you ripped them, I’ll leave you alone.”
He won't meet your eyes again, looking like a guilty child as his eyes wander to the corner of the room with a bit of a squint.
You made your point rather elegantly.
You pass him his shirt over your shoulder and he takes it, slipping his arms into the sleeves.
BECAUSE IT’S NORMAL. Reader simply doesn’t acknowledge his vulnerability because they don’t need to. They just accept it in him and make it safe.
His ridiculous number of button ups were coming in handy, especially considering the increased risk of stains. You’ve soaked more shirts in peroxide in the last week than you care to count.
Occupational hazard, I guess.
Getting blood out of dress shirts is an ART and Reader has MASTERED it.
You pick up the little bin and take it back into the bathroom, your fingers tracing over the framed photos of Haley and Jack in the hall as you pass.
There’s one of you and Haley, too, at some sort of summer function where you were all together. If you aren’t mistaken, Jess took the photo as you and Haley lounged in lawn chairs, laughing.
I love these little scenes that are captured in pictures. Most of the pictures I write in are not only for implicit characterization, but to capture little images and scenes I can’t find context for, or aren’t something I can put into a fic in any kind of neat and orderly way.
So, just like in my head, they live in still or just-moving-a-little images.
Another one of the two of you sits on the dresser in Aaron’s bedroom. You’ve never seen it.
It’s another Jess-capture. Haley has Jack in her arms, kissing him on one cheek with a smile while you press a kiss to the other, eyes shut tight. One of your hands rests lightly on Haley’s arm, the other makes bunny ears over Jack’s head. The boy’s face is all crinkled like he hates it, but Aaron knows that photo was bookended by a screech of laughter and many, many giggles.
It’s times like this where I wish I could draw Reader, so I could take this and paint it. I still might try with a vague impression of them....But I’m not sure.
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You bounce into the office in the morning, looking no worse for wear even after spending the night on Aaron’s couch.
Hey, it’s a comfortable couch.
The pair of you stayed out on the couch watching bad movies far later than you meant to, but it’s alright.
I just LOVE this image.
Not the first time that’s happened.
You could neither confirm nor deny that Aaron slept, but you saw, through his open bedroom door, that he was still and quiet for most of the night.
The open door was an important detail here. Naturally, Aaron would want to close himself off to as much of a threat as possible, but I think he actually feels safer with the door open when Reader is there just outside of it, rather than the alternative.
“You look chipper this morning,” Penelope notes.
You shrug. “I slept well last night.”
“How’s Hotch?” Emily asks.
Oh, gals you have no idea how related those questions are.
That’s another mirror moment to mean it, by the way.
You make a little wavering noise. “About how you’d expect, but alright.”
It’s later in the day when Dave pulls you aside and thanks you, wrapping you in his arms.
You lean into him and you’re almost frustrated, but not surprised, when tears press at your eyes again. It seems you’re made of them, these days.
“We’re so lucky to have you.”
You shake your head, burrowing into his shoulder. “Other way around.”
He pulls back and kisses you on the cheek, patting your other one affectionately before offering his hand to you. “Agree to disagree?”
You roll your eyes and shake on it.
“Sure, Dave. Sure.”
This reminds me of that little scene in redamancy when Dave and Mom are talking about how much he deserves to have one of the babies named after him.
And thus concludes director’s commentary for enough!! I’m always happy to answer process questions if y’all have any!!
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hello i don't have time to answer your messages today bc i have to go watch umbrella academy with my dad now i'm very sorry but i heard soulmate au drabbles & i need them. i miss luke being bitchy so much it's insane (not that i'm not loving all the britpop content but soulmate lashton are my life) okay so i can't decide between 'it's freezing in here' & 'i don't want to talk about it' so please write whatever you want with either of those just please make it soulmate lashton -spoiler twin
omg i hope u enjoyed umbrella academy! also dont worry about it omg no stress get to it when u get to it theres never any pressure from me god knows itd be hypocritical anyway given how terrible i am at responding to messages but i get it no pressure x
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Of course, it stands to reason that the first time Clifford goes missing is while Luke’s in London with Ashton.
He’s not even sure how it happens. One minute Clifford’s in Luke’s line of vision, barking happily as he chases a squirrel and then changes his mind and chases his own tail instead, and then Ashton’s calling Luke, making Luke turn around on instinct, only to see Ashton tapping his watch to indicate they need to get going if they’re going to make it to their next interview with the researchers, and when he turns back, Clifford’s gone.
It doesn’t immediately register, because Clifford bounds about like a fucking madman anyway, so Luke just searches the area a little lazily, eyes flicking from tree to bush to path to tree, but when he’s covered about three-quarters of the patch of grass in front of them, he’s frowning, stepping forward as he twists left to right, panic rising in his chest as he realises shit, shit, Clifford’s not there.
“Shit,” he mutters, and looks over to the tree Clifford had been playing near, just in case he’d somehow managed to miss him, but the only dog there is a huge Samoyed ambling lazily around its base.
“Luke,” Ashton calls again, and Luke feels a sudden stab of anger so strong that it makes his vision blur, mixing with the panic to create a hot mixture of fury that tries to claw its way up his throat and onto his tongue. God, if Ashton hadn’t called his name just to tell him they need to leave, this wouldn’t have happened. He couldn’t’ve just fucking said Luke, we need to go like a normal person, could he? No, the fucking narcissist needed Luke to be looking at him, needed to be the centre of Luke’s attention. Fucking hell.
Luke grits his teeth as he jogs past the tree the Samoyed’s sniffing around, not even catching its attention as he passes, and looks wildly around the open, empty space on the other side. There’s a couple walking their Labrador to his left, three children playing football on his right, a mother exasperatedly dragging her screaming child away from a puddle he clearly wants to play in, but no tiny, yappy dog bounding around, chasing birds or squirrels or other dogs.
Shit.
Shit.
He can’t have lost Clifford. He can’t have. Not in London, especially, thousands and thousands of miles from home and Michael and Calum with only Ashton for company. God, he’d rather be alone, he thinks, as he turns back around and looks back over at the tree a little desperately, like his memory of Clifford trotting around it will make him re-materialise there, somehow. It doesn’t, though, unless Clifford re-materialises as a huge, fluffy white dog, and Luke swears under his breath as his heart hammers in his chest, fists clenching and unclenching at his side as his gaze flits from left to right and back again, hazy around the edges with panic.
He doesn’t even know how to look for a missing dog. Posters, sure, but where? London’s huge, and Clifford could be fucking anywhere by now, full of endless energy and curiosity and an insatiable desire to explore streets he’s never been down before. He’s far too friendly for his own good, too, always yaps at Ashton’s feet in that way that means I want to be picked up right now and by you specifically, fuck the guy who buys me food and toys and cuddles me at night, and a vision of Clifford sat at someone else’s feet at dinner, blinking up at them beseechingly while they shovel chicken into their mouth hits Luke so hard it almost gives him whiplash, makes him swallow back bile.
What’s he going to say to Ashton? I lost my dog in the three seconds I looked away from him? Ashton’s had Spot for years, had Ralph and Evie before her, too, and he’s never lost any of his dogs. Luke’s going to look completely incompetent, fucking hell. It doesn’t matter, though, really, he tells himself - at least, not yet, won’t matter until Clifford’s back with him and safe again.
He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists again, inhales deeply and exhales heavily, trying to let the desire to throttle Ashton leave with the air in his lungs, and then marches stiffly back around the tree, rehearsing what he’s going to say to Ashton. You cunt, Clifford ran away while you were- no, too angry. Clifford’s run awa- no, too matter-of-fact, makes it sound like it’s a common occurrence. I need to find Clifford, maybe? That’s vague enough, isn’t it? Yeah, that’ll do; he can send Ashton off to the interview and let him make their excuses while he combs the park looking for Clifford. After all, it’s Ashton’s fucking fault Clifford’s got lost, isn’t it? The least the fucker can do is come up with an excuse for Luke’s absence.
Luke takes another deep breath, rounds the corner and plays the words over and over again in his head, trying to make sure they’re practiced enough to sound real, eyes searching for Ashton. He spots him waiting by the gate leading out of the park, looking aimlessly around as he stands lazily, shifting from foot to foot, arms at his side, dog between his legs-
Dog between his legs.
Clifford’s right there, nestled happily between Ashton’s legs, gazing aimlessly around the park with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging. He looks serene, that calm happiness that he usually only gets with Luke, and it makes Luke furious for some reason, makes him jog over to Ashton with an expression that makes Ashton frown at him as soon as he sees him coming.
“What?” Ashton asks, puzzled, brows drawn over hazel eyes. Luke swallows, trying not to think about the way Ashton’s lashes are casting tiny shadows on the smooth skin of his cheekbones. He still wants to throttle him.
“Nothing,” he says tightly, and yanks Clifford’s lead out of Ashton’s hand without so much as a thank you, relief flooding his veins so fast and hard that he barely even notices the way his fingers tingle as they make contact with Ashton’s skin.
“What happened?” Ashton sounds genuinely concerned, like maybe Luke had been mugged while he’d been running wildly around the field - Jesus, Luke thinks, with a tiny grimace; he must have looked fucking insane to Ashton.
“Nothing,” Luke snaps, and winds Clifford’s lead around his hand a few times, making sure he can’t stray further than a foot from Luke’s heels. Clifford glares up at him, like he knows what Luke’s doing and resents him for restricting his freedom, but doesn’t bark about it, which is something.
“Are you okay?” Ashton asks, and his voice is a little softer now, tinged with the sort of gentle concern that Luke only ever hears from Calum to Michael. It makes Luke’s stomach lurch, somehow, the way he associates that tone with Calum and Michael, and he nods curtly, and looks away from Ashton.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Luke says, letting all the anger and frustration leak into his voice to hide the slight edge of fear, and Ashton bites his lip but nods, and steps away.
“Alright,” he says, and that’s it. He doesn’t push, he doesn’t nudge, he doesn’t wheedle, he doesn’t force it out of Luke, he just steps back, steps away, and respects Luke’s space. A wave of guilt washes over Luke at that - it hadn’t really been Ashton’s fault, had it? - but he stares steadfastly ahead of him as he reaches for the gate and pulls it open with a little more force than strictly necessary. Ashton lets him go through first, lets him tug on Clifford’s lead and pull him through too, before walking behind him, closing the gate and falling into step a metre or two away from Luke, giving him the space he needs.
They walk in silence for a while, Ashton ambling alongside Luke as he tries to focus on his ebbing anger, trying to dredge it back to the forefront of his heart so he won’t have to think about the guilt that’s quietly but insistently making a home in it. Loath though he is to admit it to himself, Luke has to concede that it wouldn’t have been Ashton’s fault if Clifford had run away. And it’s not Ashton’s fault that Clifford had run to him instead of Luke, that he’s happy and calm with him in the same way he is with Luke, but it doesn’t stop the tired anger spiking in Luke’s veins a little when he thinks about it, furious at the idea that Clifford could possibly like Ashton. But it’s not Ashton’s fault.
Luke doesn’t say anything, can’t bring himself to apologise for his bad mood and his unwarranted snappiness, but by the time they arrive at the interview, still not having spoken a word, he realises that the gap between himself and Ashton has narrowed to all of a few centimetres, his hand brushing against Ashton’s every so often as they walk, and he can’t remember whether it had been him or Ashton who had closed the gap.
(It doesn’t really matter, though, he realises with a jolt, because either way, he’d allowed it to happen.)
#lashton#soulmate au#is that my tag for it#no idea but it is now#drabbles#spoiler twin#again this is like a full on fic in its own right but we know what im like#Anonymous#helen answers
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till all the stars align ミ☆
description: after seven months of working as a producer for jyp, creating one of the biggest girl groups in kpop and becoming friends with almost everyone in the company. on top of that, you started an unforgettable relationship with one of the biggest rappers in kpop, loving endlessly whether you were close or apart.
・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・ pt2
it was the next day after you met changbin, the rest of the night turning into an endless conversation. before leaving, changbin insisted on taking you home, mentioning that sleeping at the studio like he does every night isn’t a good habit to pick up.
when you arrived home last night you realized that you never saved the demo you were working on last night, leaving you to much disappointment.
you wanted to go back, but it was already 2 am and you knew it wouldn’t work out. what were you going to do? you were working inside one of the open studios, meaning someone else probably had it booked right now.
you arrived at the company, running upstairs as your booking time was close. your ceo, along with your boss, stood next to the studio door as you walked in eagerly.
“hello! thank you for taking your time to visit me” you bowed to them, along with chan and jisung.
the two men sat down on the couch in the back of the room as jyp asked you, “are you ready to present us the masterpiece?” with a smile.
“yes! hundred percent” you nervously laughed as you headed to the laptop, chan and jisung hovering over your shoulders
“guys.. psssst” you whispered, as the two boys came closer.
“what?” jisung whispered back
“last night you dumb fuckers asked changbin to come and visit me!!”
“and you better thank us for that” chan giggled
“and i left with him.. forgetting to save my demo”
you felt chan and jisungs jaw dropped as the mouse cursor hovered over the file, you clicked on it relieved to see the song length was 4:52
“it seemed like it saved anyways” you laughed.
“are you ready jyp? this is my new hit for the girl group called ‘i still love you’”
the song started out perfectly, a bubbly pop melody filled the room earning you a smirk from both chan and jisung as the two officials listened attentively.
the chorus started and you began to sing along, the catchy tune grabbing your tongue as you danced in your head.
one thing that you didn’t notice though, after the second chorus started a bridge that you did not produce. your eyes glowed, attention facing the ceo and other official as they nodded their heads to the song.
chan and jisung however knew this wasn’t your style, “what is this?! it’s good!!” jisung whispered in your ear
“i didn’t do this?!?” you whispered back
“huh?” chan replied confused.
the chorus began again, the song about to end. but one thing that still remained was the question of who made the bridge?
was it someone from last night? maybe they caught your demo and decided to mess with it?
“wow!” jyp exclaimed, “kao... i love it— especially the bridge. that’s definitely out of your safe zone but you did good with this one. can’t wait to hear the girls sing it”
you laughed and waved them off as they left. closing the door behind you, you turned to the two boys. “WHO DID THAT BRIDGE” you screamed, scaring the two guys.
chan and jisung both ran to you, grabbing your shoulders as your hands moved around nervously
“if it wasn’t me.. and it wasn’t you.. and it wasn’t jisung” chan thought out loud.
“oh god?!!! did someone hack into my producing software and finish the song for me?!”
“they must of spent a long time on it though...”
you stared nervously at the floor, your head pounding with guilt as your eyes shut with tears. it was either the stress or the lack of sleep.. or both you suppose. but also the undeserved credit, you didn’t write that bridge. who gave it to you?!
“AHH OK CHAN?!? i dont know what to do?! she’s freaking out?! is it the insomnia?!” jisung yelled frantically
“AH, BINGO! OK OK ILL START SINGING INSOMNIA” chan yelled back. they rested your neck on the couch as you rested your eyes in distress.
“WAIT NO- LETS GET HER SOME WATER” chan and jisung ran out the door as you sighed deeply.
you wondered who couldve made that bridge. you had to admit, the bridge saved the whole song giving it a spin that no fan could’ve seen coming. you heard footsteps come back towards you, stopped in front of you.
with your eyes closed you punched the figure making you smile. your smile slowly disappeared hearing a unfamiliar grunt. you opened your eyes in shock.
“changbin?!”
“fuck.. kao what was that for?!” you covered your mouth in shock.
“oh my god.. im so sorry i thought you were chan or jisung i..”
“you punch them too?!” he replied laughing, his hand covering the spot where you punched him.
“im so sorry changbin.. does it hurt?” you asked, placed your hand over the spot on his stomach
changbin laughed at your concern, “dont worry, the guys and i mess around like this all the time.”
“anyways” you patted the seat next to him gesturing him to sit down, “what are you doing here?”
“i just wanted to see how the new song went. did he like it?” his eyes waiting for an answer from you, however your head was blanking out..
“he said he loved it” you replied back
“oh nice! you know.. i shouldve placed a bet that if he liked your song i would take you out on a date”
“and what makes you think i want that?”
“the way your hand is on my stomach” he said. you looked down to find your fingers fiddling with his t-shirt, quickly pulling away as you realized what you were doing.
“oh.. im sorry changbin” you nervously laughed, biting your lip as you placed you hand on your lap
“it’s okay kao... but can we pretend like i placed a bet in the first place?” he asked with a smirk.
you laughed at his attempt. “finee”
you and changbin laughed at each other embarrassed. even though he seemed cold on the outside, he was rather cute. almost like a whole different changbin from the one you see on stage, but his adorable personality stayed valid. he never failed to make you laugh since the day you met him, then again that was yesterday.
due to the silence you yawned, blinking several times before your eyesight could return back to normal.
“you must be exhausted huh?” changbin asked.
“you probably know how it feels more than anyone, the pressures of meeting deadlines” you replied, covering your mouth as another yawn passed your lips
“tell me about it, if anything you can always sleep here”
“here? of course i will. i do all the time” you laughed
“no.. i meant *here*” changbin patted his lap with a inviting smile, an offer you couldn’t pass.
you laid on his lap, changbin massaging your hair with your fingers. “mmm.. that feels so nice” you whispered as your eyes started to drift asleep. without noticing your fingers started to intertwine with changbins, a smile arising upon his face.
you couldn’t tell, however changbin sat there with you on his lap smiling.
“CHAN!! HURRY UP KAO IS PROBABLY DYING” jisung yelled as he ran down the hallway. the door was kicked upon revealing a panting jisung with a cup of water and a few seconds chan followed behind him.
chans lips formed an “O” as he saw the two of you on the couch.
“we’re just gonna leave you two...”
your eyes opened a little to see jisung and chan walk away, “thank you for the water guys” you whispered, which jisung was able to pick up.
“no problem kao!!” he replied before running off with chan.
you heard the door close, and your eyes shut before falling asleep on changbin’s lap. it’s only been day two since you two actually met, but it felt like eternity.
a sudden comfort in his touch as he brushed his hands through your hair. you couldn’t miss the opportunity of actual sleep, you thought to yourself. and it seemed like with changbin here; allowing you to sleep on his lap, massaging your scalp. it seemed like changbin being by your side was the reason you were even getting any.
your possible conclusions as to how the song finished last night were endless, but the question still remained: who made the bridge?
#till all the stars align#seo changbin#seo changbin x reader#changbin x reader#bye i love changbin#seo changbin smut#stray kids changbin#stray kids smut#changbin smut#seo changbin loving hours#seo changbin soft hours#seo changbin hard hours#skz smut#skz fluff#changbin fluff#skz imagines#stray kids fluff#stray kids imagines
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First Sight: A Sole Ender Fic
Summary: Ryan tried hard to ensure he was never seen without a mask. And if that failed he always kept an extra eye patch on him. The recent stint with the FAHC had turned onto a permanent partnership and Ryan knew he would have to either tell the crew about his "condition" or they would find it themselves. Sadly it seemed that the latter would be the case as a stray bullet decided.
It was a simple job really. Go in, kill a man, steal some data for Gavin, then leave. They had planned and over planned to hell and back. It was an easy job.
But when was anything ever easy or going to plan with the FAHC? They lived and thrived on chaos and uncertainty. It was part of the reason Ryan even accepted the offer to join permanently.
As the Vagabond working alone, he made his own fun. But it always felt hollow, being alone felt hollow. Though it was all Ryan had known for a long long time. The experiments never left room for socializing not when it was only Ryan in a room with a bunch of Pricks.
Still it was nicer to hear others groan at bad puns or laugh at cheesy one liners while storming a bank or glaring down an enemy. It was, nice. Odd, and a learning process for sure but damn if it wasnt nice to have something like a family. Which was why he was extra careful.
Ryan knew that the experiments he survived left their mark. Black and purple veins or skin patches were easy enough to hide with make up. Avoiding water was disguised as a quirk, though for bathing Ryan made absolutely certain to run the shower while he wiped himself down with wet wipes. Not ideal but it got him clean enough. As for teleporting and staring well... he made sure if he did teleport no one saw, and the crew thought he was leaving his sparkles around to annoy Gavin. He was able to pass off his hatred and anger towards staring and eye contact as personal and the crew respected that.
But he could not hide the eye. His left eye had morphed into something else decades ago, right at the beginning of the experiments. His right eye was blue and looked perfectly normal. His left... it had no whites, just black ink and a large nearly matching purple pupil. It moved on it's own sometimes, something Ryan never fully figured out how to stop. And it watched everything. It showed the weakest points in objects, where Ryan could just pluck a cube from whatever it was. It showed veins and important artery locations in a potential victim. It was a culmination of everything the fucks back at the Program had wanted.
But Ryan hated it. Seeing the samn thing not only hurt, but infuriated him. Even decades later it made him feel weak and helpless. And worst of all, it was like a brand. Impossible to hide without heavy cloth or armor, its eerie black glow seeping through everything else. Ryan was only just starting to settle with the FAHC he was actually starting to enjoy himself. Like hell he was going to let something as stupid as an eye fuck that up!
But he knew, eventually he would have to tell the crew. It was either that or they would find out... It had been a simple fucking job and of course that would be where it all unraveled.
"Turn left! Left you Dolts!" Gavin's voice cracked over comms as Jeremy and Ryan sprinted through the corridors of the former safe house. A trail of bloody foot prints spread out behind them as they sprinted down and through the halls. The lights flashed red and an alarm blared loudly.
They hung a left, Jeremy skidding a little as he went.
"How the Fuck did we miss that camera? I thought the system was down!" Jeremy growled as the two rounded another corner. Ryan had pulled out a shotgun and held it close and ready as they raced for the exit.
"Bastards probably had a separate system. But that would mean they expected company." Ryan offered lowly so that the comms heard him but not those around him.
"Shit! Take cover!" Gavin shouted over comms as the battle Buddies finally reached the exit.
Jeremy dove down and Ryan jumped back into an open door as several shots fired past them. Jeremy crawled into the closet with Ryan, cocking a pistol.
"Fuck, how many Gav?" Jeremy asked.
Ryan popped his head out to return fire and popped back in as the sounds of bullet tearing flesh ripped through the blaring alarms as blood oozed out over the floor.
"I caught sight of 3 total. One is down so 2 left." Ryan supplied as Jeremy nodded and ducked out to shoot.
Ryan silently cursed, he could teleport, but he never teleported with someone, itd likely kill Jeremy if he did. But perhaps he could get behind the enemies...
There was a loud crash from the opposite end of the hall and a curse from Gavin.
"Hurry up! They have back up coming!" Well fuck. Ryan pulled a bewildered Jeremy into the Closet and shit off his comm.
"Stay here and please dont ask any questions." Ryan practically begged. Jeremy nodded quickly and gasped when, with a Vwoop! Ryan vanished leaving a small shower of sparkles.
Ryan appeared behind the first man, knife out and swinging. The blade dug into the back of his neck as a groan caught the other man's attention. As Ryan pulled the knife out he teleported again, letting the first fall limp and struck out at the other's neck as he pulled out of his teleport. A quickl slash and the throat was cut and the man fell.
Ryan only had time to barely catch his. Breath as sharp pain ripped through his left eye and the world went white for a moment. When the world partially swam into focus Jeremy had Ryan slung over his shoulder and was making a beeline out the exit. Tyan couldnt quite hear what he was saying and didnt get the chance to figure it out as he drifted into painful unconsciousness.
Jeremy had to say that he figured the Vagabond was weird. Tucker wore a mask for everything and the few times the media even got a glimpse of them without it they had a fucking eye patch and face paint! But then he joined the crew and it became apparent that the Vagabond was like the rest of the crew, weird, pissed, and chaotic as fuck. So sure, Jeremy expect quirks from Ryan.
Then the Motherfucker went and teleported in front of him! Jeremy still wasnt sure if that was what actually happened or if it was the adrenaline playing tricks on his eyes. Then a bullet struck Ryan in the eye and Jeremy didnt have time to think.
He ran out and grabbed his teleporting Battle Buddy and sprinted for the getaway vehicle. Jack was waiting outside and sped off the moment both boys were in the car.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gav fo we have anything back at base for Bullets in eyes?" Jeremy asked desperately over comms. Gavin scrambled on the other side muttering this and that.
"Well get the fucking bullet out first before we get there we might actually be able to do something then!" Jack called from the front as they sped out onto the highway.
"Fuck! You're serving all over the place you think I'm going to be able to dig a bullet out like this?" Jeremy snapped.
"Just fucking try!" Jack shouted, as they swerved around an eighteen wheeler.
Jeremy cursed and began to remove Ryan's mask and then his eye patch
"Sorry buddy." Jeremy whispered as he lifted the patch and frozen. "Oh what the shit?!"
"What? If he is missing an eye dont gawk!" Jack scolded.
"He's not missing an eye but its janky as dicks! Its black and purple and shit." Jeremy shouted as he tried to figure out how the hell he was going to dig a bullet out of his friend's ... uh... eye.
"Thay sounds unhealthy." Jack deadpanned as the car pulled into the headquater's garage. Once stopped jack came around to the back. "Alright move the fuck over you useless-Holy fuck you weren't kidding!"
"Yeah! No shit!"
"Whatever move! I'm getting that bullet out." Jack said, Shoving Jeremy out the otherside of the car. Jeremy yelped as he hit the concrete and popped back up, his eyes catching a patch of black skin peeking through smudged make up.
"Got it!" Jeremy tore his eyes back to Jack who was holding up a bullet covered in a thick black liquid with swirls of red dripping within.
"Great, now help me get this fuck inside." Geoff said jogging up to Jack from behind Jeremy. Jeremy was still frozen as the two Gents carried Ryan up to his room. Gavin and Michael approaches Jeremy.
"The fuck has you spooked?" Michael asked. "He's a tough fucker. Ryan'll be fine."
"Dude did you see his fucking blood? Its black! His eye is purple and moving on it's own! He fucking teleported!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Either that all just happened or I'm fucking high as balls. Neither outcome is good."
Gavin shrugged. "Well, do drugs we all see that."
Gavin pointed to the car where a small pool of black and red flecked blood glistened in the lights. The three lads stared at the pool in silence until michael spoke.
"Well son of a bitch."
Ryan came to in a bed. His own at the penthouse. He blinked a few times feeling the sting of a healing wound in his left eye as he did so. Having super human healing paid off more than it didnt.
Ryan sat up hand raising up to his face, expecting a mask or eye patch... only to meet fresh bandages.
Panic hit Ryan like a truck.
"Shit." Ryan cursed loudly as he went to stand only to flop over the side of the bed. "Fucking healing fatigue. Fucking legs, fuck!"
"Well good to see you're awake." Geoff's smooth drawl was cracked with stress and exhaustion.
The man was slouched against the door frame a cup of tea in hand. His hair was a mess and his eyes had bags that looked like they were dripping down his face
Ryan turned his face from Geoff's feet down to the floor on which his gave rested. A grumble was released into the floorboards then Ryan slowly picked himself back up onto the bed, his left eye still covered. Geoff shot him a knowing look as he stepped in and closed the door.
"Gavin and the lads are with Jack in the Kitchen looking for an update on you. Figured I'd be the first to talk to you." Ryan huffed as Geoff spoke with more authority than Ryan liked. It sounded too familiar.
Like a Scientist trying to get answers.
"Alright no need to growl asshole Jesus fuck." Geoff held up his hands in mock surrender and Ryan felt his shoulders relaxing a little.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Ryan hissed. "But I'm not some specimen to interogate."
"Well that answers that." Geoff said and Ryan tensed again. "Fuck right look I'm pretty sure a glowing black and purple eye ball ain't natural and yes we saw it you had a bullet in your eye and we didnt know it would heal on it's own. Dont care about that if you want it to stay covered it can stay covered. I'm more curious about Jeremy saying you fucking teleport."
"I can only teleport myself. Itd kill anyone else." Ryan said sheepishly as a sigh of relief escaped his lungs. "I can also take cubes of shit out of anything."
"People to?" Geoff asked, Ryan nodded. "Holy fuck what the hell kind of experiment were you a part of?"
Ryan shook his head and Geoff nodded.
"Right later if ever. Moving on, you alright?"
"Just tired. Healing takes a lot of energy." Ryan explained and Geoff nodded.
"Need water or anything?" Geoff offered and Ryan shook his head again.
"Burns. I'll just go out myself..."
"You sure? I'm sure the guys all have a million fucking questions." Geoff said as Ryan slowly rose up.
"Better now than later." Gwoff laughed.
"Fucking true. Though I have one more question." Ryan sighed.
"Shoot."
"Those sparkles Gavin's been collecting, do you make those?" Ryan laughed.
"When I teleport, Yeah. Dont know how or from where. But I do know Gavin has been using them on his nail polish and and eye shadow." Geoff busted out laughing as the two walked out into the penthouse living room. The lads shot up with Jeremy racing up to Ryan with Gavin close behind. A million questions poured out. But it was good.
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You’re All That I Need Chapter 8 (Tommy x Nikki)
Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 7
Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby!
Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)
The rest of the tour went by pretty uneventful, aside from a couple alphas checking Tommy out. But one look from Nikki had them turning their heads and admiring the closest wall art. Tommy hadn’t slipped into a heat yet, and both the bassist and drummer were a little worried the prolonged use of suppressants caused more harm than good.
“I don’t know what to do Mick,” Tommy sighed, laying his head on the back of the couch he was sitting on. “Nikki hasn’t had a rut to trigger my heat, and I haven’t had a heat to trigger his rut.”
“Have you done…”
“Yes,”
“And the…”
“Yes,”
“Even the…”
“Mick, we’ve done everything!” Tommy groaned. “Maybe it was a fluke thing…” He looked down at his hands. “Maybe I’m broken or something?”
“Look kid, we’ve got one show left. Maybe your body is just holding off until it knows you’ll be in a safer location?” Mick suggested. “We finish up in LA and you and Nikki can be safe in one of your places within an hour of the show ending.”
“I hope so,” Tommy looked across to where Nikki and Vince were talking about some notes. “I don’t want to lose him.”
"Let's get a move on, Mick, Tommy," Nikki shouted from the hall.
“Well, let’s get out there before he uses his alpha voice,” Tommy changed the subject. Even though, he honestly loved the alpha voice. It was time for the show to start, the last one before they headed back to LA, and home.
The guys brought it all to this show, no one looked road weary it was like the energy at the first concert of the tour, everyone was amped up. After the show the whole band spilled off the stage interacting with the crew and groupies. Tommy got separated from Nikki in the fray, and uncomfortably found himself alone.
Well not alone, alone, a sickening smell caught Tommy's attention, and he realized he most definitely wasn't alone and that was not his alpha.
"Well, well, I thought it had to be a lie that Motley Crue was traveling around with an unmarked omega.... but here you are, ripe for the taking." the alpha taunted gruffly while attempting to loom over Tommy. He licked his lips as he eyes roamed up and down Tommy’s body.
“Yeah sorry, I’m taken,” Tommy turned to head towards the dressing room areas, where he knew the big security guards would keep this alpha away from him. When he had shown his true self to everyone, Nikki made sure that Doc knew no alpha was going near Tommy without permission.
The alpha sniffed "You smell like the others but your not mated.... and I dont think your beta friends are going to save you." The alpha caged him in, Tommy was trying not to gag from the foul odor emanating from the alpha.
From down the hallway Tommy heard Nikki shout his name, he jerked his head to answer but was cut off when the alphas beefy arm cut off his air. "Your going to be my omega, as talented as you are I won't pup you right away, I'll let you bring in some money first."
“N-N…” Tommy was losing consciousness and he wasn’t sure if he was trying to say no, or call for Nikki. As black dots started to dance across his eyes, he felt teeth scrape across his skin and a tear fell down his cheek.
Tommy wasn't sure when he was able to breathe again it happened all of a sudden, he thought he was blacking out and then he could breathe, and there was a lot of shouting going on.
"The fuck do you think your doing to him, you fucker?" Nikki growled ready to rip the alphas throat out with his teeth for touching Tommy.
"You guys are the one parading an unmated omega around... you had to figure someone would come to take him. Now little beta walk away before I hurt you," the alpha snarled. Tommy slid down the wall, watching it all.
Nikki was confused for a second, then remembered the bracelet. It had the mixed scents of all four of them, and the alpha was too distracted by Tommy to pick up on the distinct alpha smell....and that was going to cost him. Nikki did something he rarely did, and let his alpha out completely, knowing soul deep it wouldn't hurt Tommy. Nikki's eyes flashed red, "you want to run that plan by me again cocksucker?"
The alpha turned muscles tense ready for a fight, but when he saw Nikki's red eyes and enlarged fangs he turned tail and ran. Nikki tried to calm himself down now that there was no threat and he heard Tommy talking to him, but all his alpha said was take, claim, mate.
"We....w...we need to go Tommy...I can't..." Nikki ground out, eyes burning fiery red behind his black bangs.
“Nikki? What’s wrong?” Tommy reached out and touched him, but his smelled had changed and it was starting to trigger something in Tommy.
"Nikki, Tommy there you idiots are," Mick stopped in his tracks, "Oh, fuck. Hey, we need to go, you guys need to come on and I'll get you somewhere safe." Mick watched Nikki prepare to hunker down and protect Tommy, "Tommy, Nikki's in rut, like he's gone, you need to get him to come with us before your heat hits or we are fucked and not in the fun way." Mick coaxed.
“Okay, I’ll try,” Tommy whimpered a bit. His throat hurt and honestly, he didn’t want to move. He wanted to be right by his alpha in this hallway. “Fuck my heats coming Mick. How do I get him to get away from here? Just walk out and he’ll follow?”
"Fucking idiots," Mick muttered under his breath, "Tell him your not leaving but he needs to come with you quickly, it will make you happy for him to follow you,” he directed moving down the hallway.
“Okay,” Tommy looked at Nikki. “Nikki, baby, I need to go lay down. It would make me very happy if you would come with me.” He took a step and Nikki grabbed onto him, not wanting his alpha to leave him. “Nikki, please. We need to go. I don’t feel good.”
Nikki could tell by the tone of voice the omega was using that something was wrong, he was able to tame down his alpha some. Tommy could see the natural green waring with the red, "Let's go quickly," Nikki grunted.
Mick thanked whomever was watching when they got Nikki and Tommy on the bus. He all but shoved them into the back and slammed the door shut.
"What the hell Mick?" Vince asked. “What’s going on? Why are we in such a rush?”
"Something triggered Nikkis rut, and he dropped fast, and was pulling Tommy into fucking heat in the middle of the God damn hallway.....that's what. I'm too old for this bullshit where's my vodka...." Mick ranted. Vince handed him a bottle to help calm him down.
"So I'm guessing we don't want to open that door for anything..." Vince confirmed.
"What do you think? Aw shit...radio Doc we need to hole them up in a hotel. I'm not riding all night on this bus while they fuck like bunnies." Mick complained. Vince nodded and went to the CB that connected to the bus Doc was on.
“Oh god, I’m so glad that we’re betas,” Vince groaned, closing his eyes. He missed the small look that passed over Mick’s face.
“You fuck like an omega in heat. I don’t want to hear it,” Mick looked around, finding two pairs of headphones for the stereo system built into the bus. He tossed one to Vince. “Get the music ready. We’re going to need this.”
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Tommy had pulled Nikki into bed and stripped them down to their underwear. Tommy could tell he wasn't ready, but knew Nikki needed the contact. Well, actually, Tommy wanted the contact too, but not as much as he would if his fucking heat would just hit already.
“Nikki…” Tommy whispered, brushing his hair back. His eyes were a kaleidoscope of red and green. His alpha wanted to claim Tommy, make him his, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good right now. Tommy’s omega was scared, and it felt the bus wasn’t safe, despite his alpha right there. He wanted to be in a room so he could have his alpha to himself, away from rough alphas or even other betas.
The bus ride seemed surprisingly short. Tommy was curled up beside Nikki, the alpha on guard for anything that might endanger the omega. There was a knock at the door, drawing their attention.
"Can you guys get it together enough to get to a room?" Mick shouted through the door. Tommy felt Nikki shift beside him and his arms tighten around him.
"Yea, Mick but we need to go straight there you got everything?" Nikki shouted back his voice deeper than normal.
"I got you covered Sixx. I have your room key, Vince has the duffles, let's go." Mick confirmed.
Nikki wrapped Tommy in a sheet, but went without covering himself. It wouldn't be the first time Mick saw him in his boxers. He opened the door, and stepped through, Tommy followed him and once they were off the bus, Nikki wrapped his arm protectively around Tommy. Mick walked in front and Vince behind, into the hotel and onto the elevator. Nikki felt surprisingly comfortable around the betas considering the circumstances. A few minutes later saw, Mick was letting them into their room, built for mates in heat and/or rut and would keep the worst of the scent inside.
"I'll check on you guys tomorrow, there should be water in the fridge and protein bars near the coffee pot. I'll bring real food tomorrow. Take care of him Nikki," Mick ordered.
Nikki felt surprised that Micks order didn't piss him off, "I always take care of him. Talk to you tomorrow." was Nikki's only response before shutting and locking the door.
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The morning after - Part 1
Summary: Reader wakes up next to the Winchesters…naked. Like always - after the fun there will be consequences.
Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam, Castiel
Warnings: language, implied smut, smut (flashbacks), unplanned pregnancy (wrap it kiddos!), angst, sad reader, jealous reader (a bit)
The morning after Masterlist
Waking up your head feels like it got hit with a baseball bat. Your mouth tastes like whiskey mixed with the taste of someone else’s tongue.
Flinching you realize you’re completely naked and your whole body feels exhausted.
Turning around you see someone lying next to you…naked. God what did you do last night?
Trying to figure out who lies next to you, you tilt your head. Oh god…Sam…Sam is laying next to you…a naked Sam.
Ashamed you turn around only to see Dean on the other side of the bed…naked too.
Fucking shit what did you do last night? According to your soreness and exhaustion you assume you had sex … with both men.
Hiding your face in the palms of your hands you try to calm down. Your mind is racing and your head is spinning. God how did you end up in bed with your hunting partners?
The hunt…whiskey…a lot of whiskey. Trying to focus what happened last night you close your eyes.
You drank with the boys and then you played... oh fuck Dean suggested strip poker. You remember Dean won; of course he won that little fucker.
You were left in your underwear. You remember kissing Sam to at least keep your panties…
You remember Dean kissing down your spine…then…nothing…blank…
Fuck what did you do? Groaning you take a deep breathe … Maybe you didn’t fuck them?
But the sticky feeling between your thighs tells another story…oh god you didn’t use protection? Shit, shit…you’re on birth control…but shit!
Wait did you take your pill yesterday? Oh god, did you?
Whining you try to remember but all you can remember is Sam eating you out…fuck he was good at it! Focus, Y/N, goddamn focus!
But the next thing you remember is Dean switching places with Sam and shit his cock … fuck … so deep inside of you. Groaning he fucked you into the mattress.
Focus…did you take your pill? But your mind is busy showing you Dean and you moving in sync while Sam is watching and shit you came so hard and then…no, no…then you fucked Sam too. Awesome!
He was even bigger and rough…shit Sammy was rough. You never thought he would … fucking shit focus! Did you take your pill?
Whining you try to remember anything useful, but all you can see is Sam and Dean fucking you in the best way possible.
“God what did I do? Fuck!” You mutter.
“Correct Sweetheart!” Dean chuckles.
“Dude! Not so loud!” Sam groans.
“What did we do?” You whisper.
“We had fun last night.” Dean answers.
“Dean we crossed a line!” You mutter.
“Sorry but you were so hot and half naked…” Sam groans kissing your shoulder.
“I think I need a shower.”
“All three of us.” Dean chuckles wiggling his eyebrow.
“Not a chance, I can’t remember much but I’m beyond sore.” You scold.
“What a pity. Maybe we should make you remember?” Dean groans before kissing you roughly.
“Did one of you use protection?” You ask.
“Shit…not.” Sam stammers. “Dean?”
“Fuck…no…we were too busy…shit. Birth control?”
“I’m on pill but I can’t remember if I took it yesterday.”
“Wait you swallowed a pill before we drank whiskey.” Sam says and you sigh relieved.
“Thank Chuck!”
“So shower all three of us?” Dean insists.
“Dean I’m sore and maybe we shouldn’t do this again…” You whisper.
“But you had fun too.” Sam whines.
“I barely remember the fun! I was beyond drunk…”
“You said you want us … both.” Dean insists.
“I can’t remember.” You lie.
Jumping out of the bed you almost run into the shower.
“Do you think she regrets last night?” Sam asks sad.
“No, she lied. Can see through he façade. She’s a bit ashamed I guess.”
2 weeks later
Watching the boys flirting with another chick you feel anger boiling up your stomach. They fucked you and told you you’re something special and now they… well after the fight the morning after you guess Sam and Dean aren’t interested any longer.
Sighing you watch them until…oh god…Why is your stomach rumbling? …shit… Running into the restrooms you say goodbye to your dinner. What’s wrong with you?
Since over a week you feel exhausted, your stomach rumbles and…oh no…god, please no.
Leaving the bar you storm toward your car. There was a drugstore nearby the motel.
After buying a pregnancy test you drove back to the motel. Starring at the positive test in your hand you start crying. Sitting on the bathroom floor you don’t know what to do.
“No, no.” You sob.
“Hey, what’s up Y/N?” Sam asks concerned. You didn’t realize they came back too.
Sobbing you show him the positive pregnancy test.
“You’re pregnant?”
Nodding you start crying. “Don’t cry, maybe it’s wrong.” Sam tries to sooth you.
“Hey, whoa what did you do Sammy?” Dean grunts.
“She’s pregnant.”
“Baby, don’t cry. Does the father know?” Sam asks.
“What? I don’t know who the father is!” You yell.
“So many guys?” Sam asks again.
“No! Only you two in the last two years. I didn’t have sex with someone else! How can you think … I’m not a whore!” You sob.
“I thought you’re on birth control.” Sam says.
“I am and you said I took my pill.”
“You see…I’m not sure.” He stammers now and Dean eyes widen.
“But you said you saw me taking my pill! If I would’ve known I could’ve taking plan B!” You yell at Sam.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t want to kill the mood, so I lied.” Sam admits.
“Great! Now I’m pregnant and got no clue who knocked me up!” You grunt. Starting to cry again you can’t stop the tears from falling down. Honestly you always wanted a baby, but not like that.
“Hey, we’re going to fix this.” Dean tries to sooth you.
“Fix? A baby ain’t a car!” You grunt.
“Do you want to keep it?” Sam asks softly.
“I don’t know…” Sniffing you wipe away the tears. You already made your decision seeing the two blue stripes.
“You want to keep it - right?” Dean says smiling.
Humming you look at the test again. “Don’t worry I’ll leave the bunker. Still got my old hut.” You whisper.
“You won’t leave pregnant with my baby.” Sam orders.
“Minutes ago you thought I fucked so many guys that I don’t know who the father is.” You snap at him.
“Hey Sammy didn’t mean it that way. Let’s bring you home. Castiel can check the baby and we make an appointment for an ultrasound.” Dean whispers. Picking you up he carefully places you on the bed.
“I should leave. You two don’t want a baby with a one night stand.” You whisper.
“How dare you calling the mother of our child a one night stand!” Sam scolds.
“But that’s the truth. You were head over heels for the chick at the bar. I was just an easy lay for one night, nothing more.”
“We weren’t head over heels. She was a vamp. Killed her outside the bar.” Dean explains.
“Oh…” Casting your look down you play nervously with your fingers.
“Let’s drive back to the bunker and Cas checks on you. Tomorrow we’ll make an appointment for you to see a doctor.” Sam says softly.
“Okay…”
Smiling Sam picks you up to carry you toward the Impala. “I can walk Sam.” You scold.
“No, you didn’t feel well.” Placing you into the backseat Sam sits next to you.
“Lay in my lap, I’ll stroke your back. I read that this can help a pregnant woman relax.”
“You read an article about pregnant women?” You ask giggling.
“Always be prepared.” Sam states.
“Not always…”
“Sorry, this is all Dean’s and my fault. We were too hot and bothered … too eager to finally be with you to think straight.”
“I decided to drink so much and if I remember right I kissed you first…well to keep my panties.”
“But in the end you lost your panties too.” Dean says chuckling.
“Not funny Dean.”
“Come one Y/N it was funny. Now I’ll drive us back and then we make you feel comfortable. But first Cas will check on you.” Starting the engine Dean looks in the rear view mirror at you smiling.
“We don’t know who the father is.” You whisper.
“Doesn’t matter. We are the father, both of us. So don’t worry, we’ll take care of you and our baby.” Dean states not excepting any argument.
Back at the bunker Dean drags Cas out of his room to check on you.
“Cas please check on Y/N she’s pregnant from one of us.” Dean pleas.
Smiling Castiel touches your belly. Closing his eyes his features darken.
“We’ve got a problem. There are two babies. Y/N is pregnant with a new vessel for Michael…” At this words Dean starts smiling and Sam sighs disappointed.
“…and a new vessel for Lucifer.” Castiel ends his sentence concerned.
Sam looks at your stunned form, hugging you tight he can’t stop smiling. You’re going to have his baby and well Dean’s, but you’re going to have a baby with him.
“Oh god…two babies?” You whisper scared.
“Shhh…we’re going to make this work.” Dean tries to sooth you. Gently stroking your back he locks eyes with Sam. Nodding Sam let go of you so Dean can hold you tight.
“How can Y/N be pregnant from both of you?” Castiel asks confused.
“Well…we…had sex together.” Sam blurs out.
“Oh…I see.” Turning crimson Cas casts his look down. “We need to keep her safe. Not just the demons will be after her, the angels too.”
“She’s our girl, the mother of our children. We’ll make sure she’s safe.” Dean states holding you even tighter.
“We kill everyone who tries to come close to her.” Sam adds. Kissing the crown of your head he smiles again.
“Wouldn’t it be better if I just leave…”
“No.” Dean says tighten his embrace.
“But we only had sex as we were drunk!” You insist.
“I wasn’t drunk and Sammy only had half a whiskey. We just…we know we shouldn’t have taken advantage of your drunken state but we always wanted you.” Dean rasps.
“Oh…you wanted me?”
“Always…we just agreed you’re off limits, but when you kissed Sammy and then me we couldn’t resist any longer.”
“Do you want to do it again?” You ask biting your lip.
“God, yes.” Sam groans behind you.
“Then we should do it sober this time as I want to remember every detail...”
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Chapter 18 The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You (Tedgens)
More slurs, shitty parents, and violence
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He was definitely drunk. Mom was the only one there. I should call her. She probably wouldn't pick up. She's definitely pissed at me. Not that I blame her.
I should go check on her in person. Keith is probably still there. But it's my mom. I need to know she's ok.
I find myself scrounging around the kitchen for something to eat. I feel bad for just leaving like this. He's still asleep and I don't want to wake him just to say bye.
Why is this kitchen so big! I can't find shit. Where the fuck is the cereal. I could just not get breakfast.
"Good morning." Well he's not asleep.
Wow. How do he look that good after just waking up. That's some bullshit.
"Morning." I smile over at him, fully aware that I look like I was just hit by a truck. I don't want to leave without giving him a good explication, but that's a rough conversation.
"Whatcha looking for?" Henry walks closer.
"Something to eat." It's his kitchen he'd know where stuff is.
"Well what do you want to eat?"
Anything? I literally do not care, I'm just hungry.
"I guess cereal." Everyone has cereal right? That seems like a fair request.
Henry opens the drawer next to me. It is filled to the brim with cereal. What kind of Willy Wonka shit is this. Every fucking cereal known to man is in that drawer. What is this house?
"Take your pick." Henry gestures dramatically at the cereals. That adorable dramatic dork.
I guess I'll get some Frosted Flakes. That's always a safe bet. Pretty much zero nutritional value but it's food! Henry grabs a bowl and spoon, and some milk out of the fridge.
"Thank you." I pour out some cereal and eat. The familiar taste of Frosted Flakes, solidly mediocre.
"No problem." He kisses me lightly on the forehead. His lips are so soft, I nearly melt. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."
He exits the kitchen and goes back up the stairs. And I didn't say that I have to leave. Shit. I'll tell him after I finish eating I guess.
Once I finish eating though I can here the shower turn on. I should just go now. I need to check on her. I just don't want to leave Henry.
But mom. I know in my heart that she's fine, but. If anything happened. She's my mom. I need to know that she's ok.
I hear the shower turn off upstairs. I finish up the cereal and put the empty bowl in the sink. I'll just go up there and tell him that I have to leave his awesome weird house, and his warm grasp, to go check on a mother who might not love me for who I am.
She might not love me for who I am. She might not love me anymore. I can accept my father hating me, I haven't seen him and years. He might as well be dead. But Momma... Just because of something as simple as who I'm attracted to. She's my mother.
I have to leave. I'll go say bye to Henry.
I climb up the stairs and into Henry's room. He's standing in the middle of his closet. He seems deep in thought.
"Whatcha looking for?" He startled me this morning, I'm allowed to return the favor.
He starts blushing like craz- he's just wearing a robe. I just walked into his room without even like knocking and making sure THAT HE WAS DRESSED.
Henry makes some flustered sounds.
"Oh sorry I should have knocked." Ok now tell him you have to leave. It's simple. You'll see him at school later.. "So what are you going to wear?"
Nope, that's not at all what I meant to say. You
dumb bitch.
"I-I don't know" Henry stumbles on the words. I definitely should have knocked.
Wow he has a lot of clothes. How does he afford this shit. Like everything is nice.
Henry steps aside, inviting me to help him choose an outfit. I can see why he's having a hard time deciding. His closet could be it's own fucking retail store.
Some checkered jeans catch my eye. Those would look really good on him. Now what else would look good? I have no idea how to choose out of all of these shirts. He'd look good in all of them. That's a nice turtle neck though. Now shoes... ohhh combat boots.
"These pants and this shirt. Combat boots." I pull out the shirt and pants. I gestured to the boots, they're the only combat boots in there but I wanted to be really obvious.
I set the clothes down on his desk. I really hope that it'll look good in him, not that he'd own them if they didn't look good on him.
I leave the room and hop back downstairs. My car clothes aren't very nice. Not that I have really any nice clothes. I throw on the flannel and the jeans. They look the best together out of all my clothes.
What am I still doing he-
Henry runs down the stairs in the outfit I set up for him. Oh wow that turtleneck is tighter than I thought it would be.
"How do I look?" Henry does a little spin. Fuck he's adorable. How is someone that tall, not that he's that much taller than me, have such small person energy.
"You look great."
He really does.
"So do you." Henry winks and walks past me. Mother fucker knows he's adorable, and he's going to use that to kill me. I'm fine with dying like that.
He enters the kitchen. I follow in behind him. He opens a drawer and pulls out a fucking packet of pop tarts. If I had fucking known he had fucking pop tarts.
"What you have pop tarts!" I don't even care that I've already eaten. I am going to fucking inhale some god damn pop tarts. Henry giggles.
"Yup." Henry tosses me a packet of pop tarts. Man it has been so long since I've had these. And they are just as good as I remembered. "Come on we should head to school."
What school? It's like 6:30, school doesn't start till like 8.
"What it's so early." Why the fuck would anyone want to be on campus that early. And I can't go to school now. If I get to school I won't go home.
"Yeah I have a zero period. But I'm sure you could hang out." Of course he has a zero period. Henry looks real awkward. I can tell that he doesn't want me to be alone. That's nice of him, but I can take care of myself.
"No it's fine." Say the thing dumbass, "I should go check in with my mom." Mom is left alone with a definitely drunk Keith, and I'm here. I should have fucking left sooner what am I doing?
"Oh ok yeah." Henry kisses my cheek. I wish I could take him with me, but it's definitely not safe. He'd also be late to his zero period, we can't have Mr. Valedictorian be late.
"See you at school." I wrap my arms around arms waist. This feels right. I kiss him lightly. It's nice to have this little moment of peace.
"See you at school."
We head out the door. I get in my car and drive away from that awesome house and Henry. I can't think about him right now though. There's more important shit going on.
I pull up to my house. Keith's car isn't here. That's a good sign. I done actually know if Mon is home right now. I guess I'm about to find out.
I don't need to fucking knock, it's my house. I walk through the door. All the furniture is thrown about. Shit.
"Mom!" I call out into the house. I honestly don't care if Keith is still here. I want to see him try and step to me. THIS IS MY GOD DAMN HOUSE.
I hear movement from the other room. Well someone's here. That's good. Well, I hope it's good.
My mom bursts through the door of her room. Not a hair on her head is misplaced. She's fine. Oh thank god she's fine.
"I DID NOT RAISE A FAG." She's immediately yelling. "AND HOW FUCKING DARE YOU NOT COME HOME WHEN I TOLD YOU TO."
It's a miracle I didn't come home when I knew this was waiting for me.
"Mom, it was just a little-" I will keep calm. If you fight fire with fire the world would go up in smoke.
"I WILL NOT HAVE A SON WEARING MAKEUP."
"My friend just wanted to-"
"Oh yes let's talk about your friend. The one in the picture right?" She stopped talking but this sickly sweet tone is so much worse. "You were on that boys bed."
Jesus Christ. I don't even... What am I supposed to do? How the fuck can I respond?
"What does it matter?" I will never understand where they are coming from.
"WHAT DOES IT MATTER?"Back to yelling, great. "KEITH. GET OVER HERE."
Shit. He's here. But his car isn't outside. Damnit, I shouldn't have come. I should have just stayed with Henry.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Keith walks up and ignore any personal space that I could have had.
Keith doesn't scare me. He's just a bumbling drunk who spends his time here, instead of anywhere else.
"I could ask you the same question." This is my fucking house and I'm not going to let him bully me out of it.
Before I can realize what's happening, he has his fist cocked back and...
Fuck. The left side of my face sears with pain. Shit. My eye isn't opening.
"DONT EVER TALK TO ME THAT WAY." Likes he's done something to earn my respect. Like I should care about his opinion.
"Fuck you" I am not afraid of him.
A punch to the gut, and my knees give out. Jesus Christ only one punch and I'm down. Pathetic.
Keith steps away seemingly proud of himself. Fucking bastard.
"Get out of my house." Keith turns and takes a step. My house, mother fucker thinks it's his house. THAT FUCKING SON OF A BITCH.
"This is my house." My voice feels gravely. It hurts a little to talk. But I don't fucking care.
Keith turns, he looks furious. Good.
A blinding pain quickly spread throughout my body, from my stomach, where is foot makes contact. Shit. Keith kneels down.
"I will not have a fucking faggot in MY GOD DAMN HOUSE." He screams in my ear. As if I wasn't already in enough pain. He stands and leaves the room.
It's just me and mom. She's ok and that's what matters. He didn't hurt her. She's ok.
The look in her eye heart my heart. She shouldn't have to see me like this.
"Mom..." fuck. It hurts so much to speak. It feels like someone shoved sandpaper down my throat.
But everything is fine. Mom's here. She's my mom, she can't just let this happen. She can see how fuck shitty Keith is.
She doesn't come over to help me. She stands still.
"Mom..." I manage to say again, but fuck it hurts.
She follows Keith out. She leaves me here. She left me like this.
"MOM!" I can't move. I want to run after her but everything hurts. God damnit.
I can't tell if I'm crying because of her or because of my eye. But I'm just laying there crying, unable to move. I can hear Keith and Mom screaming at each other in the other room.
I can't live here anymore. I barely live here anyways. I can live in my car. I can't be here. Keith will never leave. It's not like I'm keeping anything valuable here anyways.
I can get away from this.
I'm finally able to pick myself up. I'm going to be extremely fucking late to school. My left eye is basically useless so driving is going to be interesting.
I pull into the student parking lot. 10:00 am. It should be break period right now. I missed two fucking periods. Great.
I grab a bag and grab a glimpse of my phone. Holy shit. That is a lot of notifications. Well it's nice to know they care.
I quickly forge a little doctors note. The lady in the attendance office really doesn't care. I put on some sunglasses so my eye doesn't draw to much attention. Ok. Everything's fine and this is a normal school day.
The lady in the office does not bat an eye at the forged note. She just signs me in. God bless public school.
I step out of the office and into the courtyard. I immediately spot Emma and Henry. They look worried. Really worried. I feel really bad for doing that to them.
"Hey guys." I walk up behind Henry. He spins around. The look in his eye. He almost looked like he was going to cry.
"Ted!" He hugs my tightly. Too tightly. Fuck. It's a nice sentiment but Christ it hurts.
"Hey Henry." I smile to maybe cool his nerves a little bit. I try to hug him back but I don't have the strength right now. Henry loosens his group slightly. Ok that's better.
"You look like shit." Emma back at it again with the snarky comments. You can always rely on her for those.
"Always a pleasure Perkins." Emma smiles sincerely back at me. She's a good person. I look back at Henry. He still looks terrified. "I'm ok Henry."
"No you're no-" He begins. I just went through quite a lot and I just want to have some bliss. So I cut him off by kissing him.
"I am fine." It's a blatant lie but I really hate seeing him worried.
"No you're not." Henry pulls off my sunglasses. Shit. Now the whole courtyard can see my fucked eye. "What happened?"
I should tell him. He deserves to know, he's been worrying about me. But I don't really want to tell him. It just really fucks with everything.
"I can't live with my mom anymore."
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Love Lost - Thor
This contains INFINITY WAR SPOILERS
@jonsnowisthesexiestbastard said: Hi, can I submit you a fic request ? So it's a Thor x human reader during Infinity War. She is an Avenger married to Thor and they have a child but they were on Earth during Ragnarok so she thinks he is dead. Then when Thor come to Wakanda and she is happy to see him but she end up in dust at the end. I dont know if it make sense so you can change some details if you like. Also I really love your work thank you ❤❤
Warnings: Probably some tears! 1.5k words
Authors Note: Bitch I cried. Also, yeah I used actual lines from the movie. Also sorry this took so long!
“I don’t know what happened,” Bruce continued. “I fought Thanos and then next I knew I was here.”
Bruce told you the story about what happened to him during the last four or so years, plus seeing Thor and going to Asgard for the first time. It was a long story, but he explained what happened on Sakaar and how Ragnarok and Hela destroyed Asgard. How they’d finally thought they had a safe haven, but Thanos came in looking for the Tesseract.
Your heart sank. You’d hoped Thor was out there somewhere, but it wasn’t likely. So many different scenarios ran through your mind. There had to be a sign of him out there somewhere. Plus, how would you tell your child? She’d be heartbroken if she found out her father was dead.
“So, he’s dead?” You choked out, trying not to cry in front of everyone, but even that was hard.
“I’m not saying that.” He looked at you with weary eyes, “But there could be a possibility.”
Your heart felt heavy. You couldn’t control your breathing. It felt like the air was leaving your body and the walls were caving in. You could feel every word Bruce spoke in your chest.
“Listen, Thanos could beat me and he only had one infinity stone,” He stood up, his voice more serious in tone. “If he got the Tesseract he’s even more powerful.”
“And who knows how many stones he’ll have by the time he gets here.” Steve buts in. By now all the sorrow made your blood boil. You were experiencing so many different emotions. Your jaw clenched, and your hands balled into fists.
“And if he has five out of six infinity stones, he’s even more powerful than before.” Bruce went on.
“That’s why we have to destroy the mind stone.” Wanda looks down at her hands.
“We could do it without killing vision, think about it.” He looks around, surveying the room.
“There’s a bit of Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me; the stone.”
“So, what you’re saying is Vision isn’t just the stone?” Wanda asks, wholeheartedly. Honestly, she was relieved that she wouldn’t have to hurt vision.
“I’m saying we take out the stone, there’s a whole lot of vision left.”
“Can we do that?” Nat asks.
“Not me,” He pauses, “Not here.”
“Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast.” Rhodey states.
“I know somewhere,” Steve replies.
“I’m going to kill that purple fucker if it’s the last thing I do.” You speak out after silence.
Battle time, well, it’d already started. Weird space monsters were killing themselves to get within the perimeter. She was far away but you could feel that weird blue alien bitch smirking. You were sure your heart was pumping out of your chest. But you wanted payback. What else could you do besides fight? For your sake, your daughter's sake and the sake of the universe.
You know that feeling you get when you can literally feel and see the world spinning? You didn’t have that feeling. Instead, it felt like the world was still. The trees weren’t making a sound. The only sound there was, was the sound of people fighting for their lives. It’s funny because on any other mission you knew it wasn’t the end. But the possibility that this could be the end terrified you.
You were sore and tired. Running from the government every day sucked, but you hoped it would all come to an end. A peaceful end. But life’s full of surprises. It wore you out. The aliens kept multiplying and you were sick of kicking and punching everything that goes in your way.
That’s when he showed up; the man of your dreams. In a big gust of lighting and thunder, he sent everyone back in ablaze. You knew it was him. You knew how powerful he could become. A new ax whirled around, slashing through every alien in its wake. It was an entrance that truly couldn’t be topped.
He stood there, a raccoon on his shoulder and a tree? You knew space had to be full of surprises. And the long story that Banner was adamant about telling you furthered that. Everyone watched as this handsome god you called your husband arrived to save the day. You felt much safer now that he was here. Now knowing he was alive and well. You missed him.
“Thor!” You screamed, running over to him. You jumped up into his arms, and he caught you. Spinning you around, you kiss him.
You could taste the longing and the hurt all inside a simple kiss. A single tear ran down your cheek. You broke the kiss, wiping the tear away.
“My princess,” He cups your face and looks into your eyes.
“Is your eye a different color?” You inquire.
“Long story. But now, we have a war to win.” He says, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” And you two continued the fight, side by side until most of the alien bastards were gone. And you had to admit, the raccoon and tree were kicking major ass.
You all traveled to the forest area, while Thor and others stayed back. The only sound was that of the trees whistling in the wind. It was an eerie feeling that didn’t settle too well with you. You could feel the sense of danger erupt in your stomach. You could hear your heart beating rapidly. The wind was blowing and it felt old.
Through a fiery burst of a blue cloud of smoke, out came that purple bitch. He was tall and big, walking through like he owned the goddamn place. His aura was violent yet yearning like he’d lost something. But that didn’t matter. He was here now, and you could feel the slight uncertainty in the air.
“Cap. That’s him.” Bruce warned.
“Eyes up. Stay sharp.” Cap confirmed, running up.
You all ran up to him, one by one. But with the flick of his wrist, he sent you all spirling, cemented in your places. Different colors of the infinity stones surrounded your bodies as you were sent flying away. He had five out of six stones. If he got to vision, it’d be over.
Being thrown down, you watched as Vision pleaded with Wanda to destroy the stone. She was the only one to do it. It is for the best. You watched as the red streak appeared from her hands, preparing to destroy the stone. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. All of you laid there, watching as Thanos approached the two. Wanda fed him off using her other hand.
You gasped as the mind stone erupted from Visions forehead, sending his body slumping to the side.
“I understand, my child,” Thanos started. “Better than anyone.”
“You could never.” Wanda was distraught. In the span of a couple years, she’d lost her brother, and now her lover.
“Today, I lost more than you could know.” He pats her on the head. “But now is no time to mourn.”
The words he spoke were near malicious. He spoke with such high class and sincerity, you wondered how he’d ever come to this decision.
“Now, is no time at all.” He balled his fist and turned it. A green circle appeared around it.
It was amazing, yet horrible. With a simple turn, he reversed the time, bringing vision back together. He grabbed ahold of his neck, bringing him up. And as if he was picking flowers, picked the stone from Visions forehead. Dropping him and placing the stone in the gauntlet. Energy surged through his veins. He was powerful now. There was no stopping him.
Thor threw his ax at Thanos, flying it into his chest. Thanos dropped to his knees as Thor flew over to him.
“I told you,” He grabbed the back of his head. “You die for this.”
Edging the ax deeper into him, you felt the stress come off your shoulders and you could finally move. You got up and slowly walked over to the scene. It was over, finally over.
“You should have. You,” Thanos spoke, breathlessly. “You should have gone for the head.”
You felt unwanted tears escape your eyes. It was the end. There was a 50/50 chance that you, Thor, your daughter, or anyone could die right down. He snapped his fingers and you couldn’t feel anything. It was like everything had stopped. The gauntlet was charred around his hand.
“What did you do?” Thor repeated. Without an answer, Thanos disappeared back into the cloud.
“Where’d he go?” Steve asks, walking back onto the scene. “Thor, where’d he go?”
“Steve?” You watched as Bucky whisked away in dust. The gun he was holding dropped as his body disappeared. You felt something rise through you. It was uncomfortable, and you needed it to stop.
“Thor, baby.” You fell silent, it was over, endgame.
“Y/N, my love,” Thor reached out for you, but in the time it took, like that, you were gone.
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i didnt want to say this before but man.. Danny kind of.. sucks, at least in the heart of canon. i get that he's young and learns "Those Valuable Lessons" and but people dont acknowledge most of this douchebag's shitty antics cause he's a cute boy or whatever. although Danny has a very excellent premise for a character, he is sincere sometimes, but overall its not executed well. he falls into too many awful high school tropes
i guess im glad people are making use of his character premise by reading too closely than the show intended, or by making content of their own interpretations. but we cant ignore that he is quite a goddamned piece of hell shit who i fucking hate in the real show sometimes. i feel there’s just too much emphasis on a character and show that wasn’t well crafted and well managed to begin with. its kinda sad when all the hate is somehow directed towards other characters like Sam.
it feels like most people are praising him and the overall show for what they imagine it to be instead of what it actually is. srsly this awful goddamned fuckboy sells stuff garage lab items he aint supposed to just to buy some fucking clothes??? uses ghost powers to spy girls in their locker room?? he fuckin destroys ghost writer’s writing and then doesnt feel sorry about it just cause it’s christmas-related and he’s so pissy about it.
so.. yeah. i dont get why people think he’s literal kid Jesus and always wants to protect this little fucker. he puts himself in alot of mess. the “D” on his suit stands for “dick”, bc that’s what he is. i want to beat him up sometimes
Okay.
Normally, I delete all character hate on sight, because the point of my blog is to focus on the show’s strengths and how the weaknesses could’ve been done better. I get critical sometimes, but I like focusing on a characters’ strengths rather than their poor writing and garbage like that.
This was so long, detailed, and harsh that it’s really hard to ignore. Maybe I should. Stick to my guns and not let some anonymous rant change how I work. You came to me, though, so if you want to debate this, then alright. I’ll bite.
First off, who in the fandom is portraying Danny as a kid Jesus? Maybe it’s just the circles I’m familiar with, but one of the most reblogged posts that pops up in my notifications is one with a ton of additions arguing why Danny totally deserves to suffer. The majority of the fandom loves tormenting this kid. Even those that do say he needs to be protected never claim he has no flaws. Far from it. They just acknowledge he has it hard for a kid and he deserves a break sometimes.
Second, have you ever…met a 14 year old? As someone who spent most of his career life working with kids and who is the oldest of 5 (with one brother who’s turning 14 this November), lemme tell you that the main trio are saints for their age.
People talk about the terrible twos, but 14 year olds are so much worse. I’m not slamming them, because it makes sense. They’re in a tough transition period between childhood and adulthood. Adults tell them to act more mature, but refuse to acknowledge their voices in serious situations. Middle school and high school are cutthroat places, and one mistake can ruin the entirety of the four-six years you spend there. They’re pressured to get good grades or they’ll fail, they have to be part of the cool crowd or they’ll fail, and people are more likely to blame them for whatever goes wrong in their lives than anything that goes on around them.
Doesn’t change the fact that they can be little demons sometimes. With all the hormones and drama, young teenagers can be really emotional and make problems bigger than they seem. They can be harsh and judgmental, because that’s the environment they’re being exposed to. They need guidance, but they don’t want it. They argue with adults and to some, it seems like they want to make their own lives miserable. They can be tough to work with unless you’re willing to take them as seriously as they take themselves, and most people don’t want to bother.
There are shitty things Danny does in canon, but that’s true for literally every fourteen year old. And heck, are you telling me you didn’t do some ridiculously stupid stuff at that age? I actually stole money from my folks to buy something I wanted. My group of friends frequently set stuff on fire in their backyards. And fuck, nobody can prove Danny was spying on girls in the locker room. While I think the scene is shit and refuse to accept it as canon, all we see is Danny coming out of the locker room. He could’ve been just looking to see what it was like in there. Nothing says there were actually girls in there. But I’m so sick of talking about that shit scene, so I’m gonna leave it at that.
Danny has flaws. He can be selfish and petty and inconsiderate. But really? You wanna beat him up for that?
Are you forgetting that he canonically already does get beaten up every single episode? Whether it’s by ghosts, bullies, his own goddam parents, or whatever, getting beat up is something he’s familiar with.
The reason some fans cut him some slack is because, hey, yeah. He is a kid, and you know what? He’s entitled to be a dick sometimes. He loses sleep every night, almost dies on a daily basis, has his dreams ripped away from him often, and is picked on at school. Despite all of that, he still fights ghosts to keep his town safe, and he’s under no obligation to do that. He saves lives, even when people hate him for it. He puts himself in danger, even for those who are cruel to him. He tries to use his powers for the right reason more often than not, and he’ll take the high road against his bully because he feels like he shouldn’t stoop to his level.
We acknowledge that canon can be shit. We acknowledge that sometimes, Danny’s writing makes him out to be a dick. At the “heart of canon,” though, as you so eloquently put it, he’s the kid who risked his life for a little girl he barely knew that nobody else would miss. He’s the one who saves the lives of his own bully, the teacher who used to be so hard on him, and the parents he fully believes would cut him open if they knew what he was. He’s the one who could so easily be Vlad, but instead he tries his best to be a hero.
You’re under no obligation to like him, and you don’t have to ignore the shitty parts of canon like some of us do. I do it just because I enjoy thinking about what the show could’ve been, not what it was. You don’t have to do that, though.
But really, are you going to march into your nearest high school and beat the shit out of the first kid you see messing up? Seriously? You honestly think that the mistakes Danny makes outweigh the good he’s constantly trying to do enough that he deserves that? Even when he already gets beat up in every single episode already?
Well, fine. That’s your pessimistic opinion. It’s not fact, though. How many cartoons do you watch? You gonna beat up Timmy Turner and Jimmy Neutron, too? They can be right assholes. What about Jake Long? He’s a shallow, obnoxious, irresponsible kid a lot of the time. Sure, he’s just 13, but why should we show mercy to kids who mess up? Serena/Usagi from Sailor Moon? Yeah, let’s ignore all the people defending her and just focus on the fact that the show makes her a dumb kid who doesn’t have enough backbone to immediately become the savior of the galaxy. Come to think of it, where’s your rant about Dash Baxter? Or is he not popular enough for you to rag on?
Perfect characters aren’t the ones who are the most upstanding. They’re the ones who are realistic and flawed. So Danny sells his parents stuff. So he sneaked into the girls’ locker room. So he took out his anger on an innocent person.
I’m not saying any of those things weren’t wrong, what I’m saying is that kids make fucking mistakes. And sometimes, they’re huge ones. Sometimes, kids get curious and break into a house. Sometimes they get hungry at the store and shoplift. Sometimes they lie and cheat and make fun of each other. Sometimes they can be perverted little leaches.
So fucking what? We’ve all been there. We all need to learn and grow.
And seriously, if you’re going to be one of those people who gives Sam a break, don’t turn around and start criticizing Danny for the same shitty writing he sometimes gets. That hypocrisy is exactly why I so adamantly defend Sam.
I don’t know what you wanted to accomplish with these asks. Maybe you just wanted to vent. Maybe you were looking to stir up drama. Maybe you don’t know what you wanted and you just sent these asks randomly without any real reason.
Regardless of what you think, I’m still gonna enjoy my fucking fictional character, even if I don’t always agree with how he’s written. I relate to him, his struggles, and even his mistakes. You have fun ripping on characters people like because you don’t think they should be allowed to make mistakes, but let the rest of us have our fun, too. You’re not helping anyone with this, so maybe just fuck off, m’kay?
Being stupidly nice is kind of my thing, but I’m tired of putting up with this self righteous crap. Let characters fuck up. Let fans rewrite things they don’t like. Let people enjoy their fucking cartoon, because they aren’t hurting anyone. I’ve yet to find a single phan who considers the DP cartoon to be completely canon anyway. They enjoy it for the fan content or the few really spot on episodes. We’re already aware that there’s shitty stuff in there, and we don’t need you to tell us.
If I ever get any asks like this that rip on characters for stupid, petty reasons again, I’m deleting them on sight. That was my initial plan anyway, but I really needed to say my piece here.
Tumblr, maybe stop being such judgmental pieces of fucking shit, okay? You’ll accomplish nothing good by being so harsh toward anything that doesn’t fit your standard of “perfect.”
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707 hugs & donuts for my sista!
Happy birthday, @liasviel! My lil sista is an adult nao ~♥
(…i just realized i messed up the notifications but it’s 1 minute left dont hate me)
–707 logged in–
707: Okay let’s state one thing straight.
707: EVERYONE needs a cat
707: Except for Zen.
707: But if it wasn’t for his allergy, he’d need a cat too.
707: So it seems that the cruelty of Ms Vanderwood 3rd makes my life harder since she doesn’t let me own a cat T_T
707: She obviously wants me to suffer T_T
Zen: Okay, first.
Zen: We all know Vanderwood is a guy by now -_-
707: Whoops~
Zen: And second
Zen: DON’T MEASURE EVERYONE WITH YOUR OWN STANDARDS
707: T_T
707: You’ve been living without a cat for so long
707: That you’re not aware of your own loss anymore
707: *gasp* So sad…!
Shiro: There, there.
Saeran: Could you all stop?
Saeran: I keep getting the notifications, it’s annoying -_-
707: How
707: about
707: no? Shiro: Uhuhu, don’t provoke him, he’s unsteady today
Saeran: What did you just say -_-
Shiro: lololol
707: I was about to go anyway~
707: You know, as the older, responsible brother
Shiro: *cough*
707: I need to work hard to earn the living for…
707: My brother
707: His soon-to-be-fiance
Saeran: Excuse me…?
707: And My Donut.
Shiro: …Donut.
707: Shiro: Could you stop making weird nicknames for my sister ;_;
707: How
707: about
707: …rather not lol
707: Going off like a sunset~
Saeran: Begone.
–707 logged off–
He yawned, swaying on the chair lazily. Working was definitely the last thing he wanted to do, and so - he didn’t pay much attention to it.
So many things happened lately. He thought that everything would change once he escaped the agency.
But it did not. There - of course - was a change, but much different from what he expected.
He still worked as IT expert, his house was as messy as always. Vanderwood still lived with him, doing his own work and - by the way - cleaning all the mess Saeyoung’s made. He threatened to move away soon - which he planned from the very beginning - but it was for some reason a painfully slow process and, as long as he still lived here, it seemed as if nothing changed.
Except for Saeran, the third mouth to feed.
That wasn’t all though. The thing that changed the most was the almost continuous presence of two additional beings. You know, the same set as before. Buy one, get one free.
Kuro was the one who’s got invited to Rika’s apartment.
Shiro was the one who stormed in two days later with food, scolding her sister for neglecting the studies.
It didn’t exactly go as planned and storming in resulted in the bomb almost going off.
And there again: Kuro was the one to take it with only a weird, rather unmoved expression, while Shiro started yelling at the redhead for putting her sister in such a danger.
But when he pointed that she let her live in a stranger’s apartment (she was obviously aware of the fact), she just waved him off and, sending him a cold glare, stated that either he lets Kuro live at his place (to make sure she’s safe) (she didn’t actually believe it’d make her safe) or she will take her sister back home and no one will hear from her ever again.
It all ended with Kuro having to calm down her heatened sister and Saeyoung having to prepare a separate bedroom for the poor girl.
It was a few months ago and right now, the girls were living together again.
Ever since Shiro and Saeran accidentally met, it was pretty obvious that there’s something soothing in her demanding behaviour that made Saeran kind of vulnerable. The relationship between them was a bit weird, but rather stable.
But Kuro? It was a completely different matter.
The girl caught Saeyoung’s attention. When she, for the first time, entered the RFA’s chatroom, she was so bright and innocent. Cheerful, trying to make everyone smile. Understanding, even to him. She even got his jokes, which made them both an explosive pair.
And then, when he decided to look into the camera’s feedback, he noticed her, sitting in the corner with her phone laying beside her, eyes focused on her small laptop, the light of the screen brightening her pale, calm face.
Every message she sent, every emoticon she put into the messages, she didn’t’ smile even once. When someone called her, she was kind and smiling. But every time the call ended, she would sigh quietly and go back to her laptop, looking as if the talk never happened. There was that dark, filled with despair aura around her. The one that made him keep wondering and asking himself over and over: what heppened to her…?
To keep her saddness buried deep inside and show only the happy, careless side. To sit in this corner, in front of the CCTV camera, all day and scribble in her laptop as if nothing else mattered. To occasionally wip her eyes and if it weren’t for the poor quality of the feed, he’d always want to know if she’s crying, because if so - he’d call her straight away to cheer her up…
…But he was aware that the call would be just like any other she’s got. Happy, cheerful, “worries-lacking”.
And that’s when he suddenly realized that she’s just like him.
And that it’s not good to be like this.
–Kuro logged in–
Shiro: And that’s why showers are better than bathtubs.
Shiro: Are you even reading this…?
–Saerean logged off–
Shiro: O-okay… ;_;
Kuro: I prefer tubs to be honest, but
Kuro: Sisssterrr….
Kuro: I really don’t want to disturb you
Kuro: And your amazing conversation (´• ω •`)
Kuro: But, honey
Kuro: YOUR CHICKEN IS FUCKIN BURNING ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶
Shiro: awsedrftgyhuji
–Shiro logged off–
Kuro: ;_;
Kuro: Leave me some if it’s not too charred…
Kuro: …and don’t eat it if it is
–707 logged in–
Kuro: Hello there… (*´▽`*)
707: Who’s this~
707: Is this~
707: Maybe~
707: The most wonderful~
707: The most adorable~
707: And the most tasty~
707: DONUT? ★
Kuro: …what did you just call me ;_;
Kuro: A donut…?
Kuro: …sounds nice lol
707: I know right!
Kuro: Why everyone is offline again? >.707: Probably because
707: It’s over the midnight lol
707: Jaehee probably works
707: Jumin probably sleeps
707: Zen probably practices his lines
707: Yoosung probably still plays LOLOL
707: Elly probably shines
707: Saeran probably went to sleep
707: And Shiro is probably trying to rescue the charred chicken
–Shiro logged in–
Shiro: IT’S NOT THAT CHARRED
Shiro: DAMMIT SIS
Shiro: I ALMOST FORGOT
Shiro: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Kuro: Thank you ^^”
Shiro: will stalk u tomorrow
Shiro: just burned my fingers
Shiro: will hug u when i see u
Shiro: BRING THE EXTINGUISHER
Shiro: QUICKLY
Kuro: To the rescue… ;_;
–Kuro logged off–
–Shiro logged off–
Saeyoung blinked, staring at the screen. Everything happened too quickly for him to have a chance to react.
Happy birthday…?
He didn’t even know. While doing his research, he completely missed this information.
Wait, but… shouldn’t Kuro answer with “happy birthday to you too” or something like this? They were twins. T.W.I.N.S. It’s more than obvious that the birthday’s date is the same for the both of them.
He couldn’t know though.
They were probably busy with rescuing the chicken at the moment, so he waited for twenty minutes and dialed the number.
- Hello…?
- Hello, my brother’s soon-to-be-fiance!
- … Hi there, sucker.
- So mean…!
- It’s over the midnight, dammit! - Shiro cursed quietly. - Kuro is already sleeping, what do you want…?
- Well, I have… a very important question, to be honest! Mind answering me~?
- What’s it? - she sighed, her voice clearly bored.
- Tell me then, why is it your sister’s birthday, and not yours~?
There was a short silence.
- Oh, I guess you wouldn’t know. - He could almost see her shrugging. - Kuro and I were found in a forest. We’re adopted, you could say. In our passports, there’s the adoption’s date as our birthday, but we don’t know when we were actually born. So we chose the dates on our own, when we got older. Kuro chose the day when our parents gave her a cat she asked for so long. Mine is the day when I’ve seen an aurora for the first time. That’s the whole story.
Saeyoung hummed, thinking intensively.
- I see…
- Is that all?
She almost hung up.
- N-nonono, wait! One more question.
- Come on, dude…
- What happened to her cat…?
Shiro sighed tiredly.
- He passed away last summer. He was old, of course. It was… well, tough for her.
- I see… and, tell me, please-
And then Shiro finally hung up.
He almost dialed her number again, but realized that she’d probably not even pick it up.
Well, he knew much enough.
–Saeran logged in–
Saeran: Saeyoung, you fucker
Saeran: What are you doing at this hour?
Saeran: Loud. As. Hell.
Saeran: …am I hearing a driller?
Saeran: I’m gonna strangle you.
–Saeran logged off–
- Sis? What are you doing at this hour? - Kuro peeked out of her room, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
Shiro cursed once more, throwing her phone onto the couch.
- Got a call. Sorry for waking you up.
Kuro shook her head and came closer.
- You didn’t, I couldn’t sleep anyway.
- Want some pills?
- I’d rather not.
- Tea…?
- Nah. You should go to sleep though, you have kinda red eyes.
- …It’s the lighting.
- Doubt so. You’ve been sticking to your phone for the whole day. Not too healthy~
- You won’t tell me what’s healthy, honey - Shiro mumbled and almost stumbled into her room, because sleeping was the best thing she could do now.
Kuro peeked at the phone, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV, instantly reducing the volume. The noise was still weirdly loud, as the rest of the apartment stayed completely silent. The sounds of the night city didn’t reach them on the thirteen floor.
The light of the TV screen was annoyingly bright and yet she felt surrounded by the darkness. The shadow behind her back, the open door to the kitchen and her room - obviously dark. The uneasy feeling grown in her as the movie ended and there were end credits on the black background, with quiet, kind of creepy music.
She took the remote and turned it off. The silence calmed her down a little bit, but the darkness only got worse. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, hopeful that she would fall asleep on the couch, but it didn’t work.
The floor looked like an abyss and she sincerely hesitated before laying her foot on it.
She went to the window and opened it wide. The cold air filled the room, chills running down her spine as the wind messed with her hair. Now she could hear all the noises, the streets of the city filled with cars and moving lights as if it was the middle of a day. Brightness of the city contrasted with the black sky.
It was warmer than she though it’d be at this hour. The urge to take a walk was something definitely too strong to resist at this point. She’d only have to change, since pajamas aren’t the best choice. Going out in pajamas is never a good choice, let’s be honest.
In a few minutes she was ready, with casual trousers, a shirt and a blouse. She hid her hair under the hem of the blouse so that it wouldn’t get all messy because of the wind and opened the door to go outside…
…only to bang someone else’s head with her own.
She whined softly and wobbled from the sudden dizziness. She automatically held her forehead and backed away, a similar to hers whine reached her ears at the same moment.
She blinked and looked at the wall clock in the living room, making sure she didn’t make a mistake.
- … - She looked once more at the silhoulette she just banged (…I really didn’t mean it to sound like this). - Saeyoung… care to tell me, what are you doing here at one a.m…?
The boy panted, leaning against the door frame. It was obvious he was running all his way here.
- You’re… not asleep yet… Good - he mumbled out, trying to calm down his breath.
- … Why didn’t you go here by car?
He froze.
- I… forgot I have one - he admitted. - But more important, Kuro, why aren’t you asleep?! - he panicked suddenly.
- … - The girl stared at him. - You just said it’s good I’m not asleep!
- It’s good for me, but it’s not good not for your health! And what’s up with going out at this hour! Someone could kidnap you!
- …
The scene was so surreal that she didn’t even know how to answer.
- E-er… - she stuttered. - Okay, so what are you doing here by the way…? - The despearte attempt to change the topic was obviously desperate.
Now Saeyoung was the one to stutter. It took her a while to notice a brown box he was keeping under his arm.
- O-oh! I almost forgot! E-er, it may not look the best right now, b-but… - He opened the box and took out a bit heavy thing that miraclously fitted the box. - I know you’ve already seen it, but it… for some reason kept breaking so I couldn’t give it to you, I eventually fixed it though, so… Happy birthday, Kuro!
The girl’s eyes widened at the view and she almost forgot how to breathe. She held the cat carefully in both of her hands, afraid of accidentally breaking or letting it fall to the floor.
- S-Saeyoung… Y-you… d-didn’t have to… - she stuttered out.
- No, I didn’t - he agreed. - But I wanted to. Kuro… - He cleared his throat. - Thank you… for everything. If you ever feel down or just… need someone to talk to, I’m always here for you. It may be hard to just… come and talk, but… I promise I will always listen, so there’s nothing you should be worried about, okay?
He smiled warmly and gently kissed her forehead, his fingers tangled in her hair as the other hand wrapped around her waist, giving her a warm hug.
- I’m not going to leave you, so just trust me, okay?
He hummed softly.
The night was still young.
–Shiro logged in–
Shiro: I will kill him.
Shiro: I will kill her too.
Shiro: I will choke them both.
Saeran: It’s fuckin 2 am
Shiro: …You know you can turn off the notifications?
Saeran: …
Shiro: I ought to explain it later.
Shiro: BUT MORE IMPORTANT
Shiro: Your brother just went into our flat
Shiro: took my sister
Shiro: and flied away
Shiro: leaving only the damn robotic cat
Shiro: THAT WON’T FUCKIN SHUT UP
Shiro: HOW DO YOU TURN THIS SHIT OFF?
Saeran: …With a hammer?
Shiro: …
Shiro: Nevermind.
Shiro: Can anyone tell me
Shiro: why is my sister gone?
Shiro: Come on, aren’t you worried about your brother too?;;
Saeran: Not really
Saeran: He’s an adult lol
Saeran: Stop babysitting your sister -_-
Shiro: I stopped babysitting her once.
Shiro: and she almost got kidnapped by a sect -_-
Saeran: …
Shiro: Dammit, where are they?!
–707 logged in–
707: YO YO SUP BITCHES
Shiro: YOU
707: ME
Shiro: ARE
707: awesome?
Shiro: DEAD
Shiro: I WILL KILL YOU
Saeran: seconded
707: Where is all that hate from?! T_T
Shiro: YOU KIDNAPPED MY SISTER
707: She went with me on her own lol
Shiro: YOU SEDUCED HER
707: lolololol
707: … it’s possible tho
707: The poor Kuro was seduced by a nameless hacker
–Kuro logged in–
Kuro: Stop it ;_;
Shiro: UR ALIVE
Kuro: I am!
Shiro: KICK THIS FUCKER FROM ME
707: DON’T KICK THIS FUCKER
Shiro: KICK
Saeran: kick seconded
707: T_T
707: What did I do to deserve all this hate…
707: I was so good to the all of you…
707: And yet…
707: Like Messiah lol
Kuro: Hey, Messiah, get out of my side;;
Kuro: You were supposed to have only HALF of this bed
Shiro: yihoisafp
Shiro: BED?!!!!!!!!!!!
707: My half is relatively smaller though TT
707: Hey;;;;;
707: Stop kicking me;;;;;;;
Saeran: Are they really chatting while laying next to each other…?
Shiro: I’M NOT PLEASED
Saeran: Are you a chaperone? lol
Shiro: I guess I should hire one -_-
Kuro: :3
Shiro: Why are you smiling now…?
707: She kicked me off the bed T_T
Shiro: LOL
Shiro: GOOD JOB SISTA
Saeran: lol
Saeran: Wait…
Saeran: You haven’t come back and you’re not with Shiro
Saeran: Where the hell are you…?
707: In a hotel!
707: It’s super duper nice and cozy
Saeran: …and you… share the bed…?
–Shiro logged off–
707: …
Saeran: I have an advise for you.
Saeran: Run for your life before she finds you.
707: T_T
Kuro: She won’t tho~
707: …probably not
707: We’re too far lol
Saeran: I wouldn’t be surprised if she put a gps in Kuro’s bra
Kuro: …
707: Oh my dear Donut!
707: It seems that
707: I need to check whether there’s the gps or not!
707: Just wait for it!
707: I will make sure you’re safe!
Kuro: DON’T COME CLOSER PERV
Kuro: vtufghgiynuom
Kuro: yugimhuo
Kuro: vtbp
–Shiro logged in–
Shiro: …
Shiro: DON’T TOUCH HER
Saeran: Where have you been lol
Shiro: I called Vanderwood
Saeran: lol and?
Shiro: There’s gps in Saeyoung’s phone lol
Saeran: heh
Saeran: you could have just asked me
Saeran: I could even hack into his phone and find him
Shiro: Would you do it for me? lol
Saeran: Who knows
Shiro: … waIT WE FORGOT ABOUT THE IMPORTNAT
Shiro: MY SISTA IS IN DANGER
–Kuro logged off–
–707 logged off–
Shiro: …
Shiro: I’M SERIOUSLY WORRIED RIGHT NOW
Saeran: Chill out
Saeran: It’s not like they’re THAT irresponsible right?
Shiro: … T_T
Saeran: Go to sleep, it’s late
Shiro: I won’t fall asleep like this T_T
Saeran: There, there
Saeran: lol
Saeran: Just trust them a bit
Saeran: Good night
Saeran: …or something
–Saeran logged off–
Shiro: Siiiiiiigggghhhhh;;
Shiro: ..no choice then
Shiro: no CHOIce
Shiro: lol
Shiro: When you’re reading this, it’s probably late af so…
Shiro: Sleep well, my lil sister.
#ecstdrvybtfuinyguijmp#auidfanhomeip#i'm serious here#i know you're not sleeping yet#so go to sleep dammit#good night!#and#happy birthday#donut lol#saeyoung#choi#birthday#gift#mystic#messenger#mysme#mm#one shot#ff
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a while back i said i was going to write out all the reasons i don't like melanie martinez and her music. well, here it is. everything is under the cut, but beware, this includes ableism along with abuse, suicide, and csa/rape mentions. also, uncensored slurs. be safe!
ill be going by songs, starting w the crybaby album, because i don't have much to say about melly herself. thatll be at the end. this is HEAVILY opinion based, so take it all w a grain of salt.
- crybaby is ok to me, nothing super terrible.
- dollhouse is the first song i don't like; it presents nothing new, because the whole "abuse/other bad things wrapped in a cute package" thing isn't a new concept. i also don't like the line "i see things that nobody else sees" because yes, while crybaby is a character, shes not said to be psychotic or have hallucinations, and i feel like that line was just thrown in to make her sound "crazy".
- sippy cup is like dollhouses terrible older sibling tbh. within the first verse, we have an ableist slur and plastic surgery shaming. real nice. also "silly girl, with silly boys" just rubs me The Wrong Way(tm). then theres what sounds like romantiziation of eating disorders, which as far as I know, mel doesnt suffer from (if youve heard otherwise, please send me an ask abt it!) sippy cup is basically saying "bad is still bad even if its presented in a good way!!!!" and its just...not good.
- i don't have any strong feelings about carousel. tbh, it has a nice tune and its actually one of the few decent songs on crybaby.
- confession time: i LOVE alphabet boy. if i had to pick a melanie song to listen to, itd be alphabet boy. its really catchy and fun to sing (plus im a slut for alliteration,) and i don't have many personal complaints. though i do detest the whole "baby" theme she has, esp in this song.
- soap is just...eh to me. i really don't like the causal suicide line as someone whos attempted So Many times, and the whole fake-deep thing just amounts to "i fucked up, i feel terrible".
- training wheels is a CLUSTERFUCK. as i said, i hate the "baby" theme, when mixed with adult stuff. this song is undoubtably about sex and relationships, but shes using things kids can relate to and its just...feels bad, scoob. "i love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit i do" is a one-two punch of emotional abuse implications and a slur. its just...all around bad.
- pity party is...decent. the "im laughing, im crying, it feels like im dying" lines are suspect to me, because they sound very bpd-ish and idk how i feel abt that.
- tag youre it is just. BAD. mel herself had the ADACITY to say its supposed to be ~whimiscal~, such with crybaby being kidnapped by the "big bad wolf". that may be the story, but putting a song about your childlike character being kidnapped and implied to be raped? is so fucked up.
- milk and cookies is also fucking terrible. "im fucking crazy, need my perscription filled" nice job implying all csa survivors are crazy, melly babe. gg.
- i dont have strong feelings abt pacify her. just that its some infantilizing bs as usual.
- mrs potato head is somewhat decent? i dont have strong feelings about it either
- mad hatter, and i know everyone and their mom have said this, is an ableism filled fucker. from the first lines, when i first heard it, i thought it was a harmless alice in wonderland inspired song. cute! and then the next lines played. im gonna go line by line and say what implications/statements bother me.
"now i'm peeling the skin off my face" as someone who has pretty severe skin picking issues, this rubs me the wrong way. its basically just there to make crybaby ~weird~
"'cause i really hate being safe" oh, bc safe is SUCH a bad thing to be? this is just a bad line.
"the normal, they make me afraid, the crazies, they make me feel sane" holy ableism batman! the normal? like psychotic people arent ~normal~? also, i love (sarcasm) how she says "the crazies". mel, honey, you have no grounds to say that.
"i'm nuts, baby, i'm mad / craziest friend that you've ever had / you think i'm psycho, you think i'm gone / tell the psychiatrist something is wrong" do you think mel even thought about how fucking assholeish and downright insensitive she sounds abt mental illness right here? because she sounds like she did one (1) google search about psychosis and wrote down everything she could.
"oh, off the bend, entirely bonkers / you like me best when i'm off my rocker / tell you a secret, i'm not alarmed / do what if i'm crazy? the best people are" okay, so, im 99% sure mel is NOT psychotic in the fucking slightest. hey babe, youre not ~crazy~ and you dont get to appropriate our oft reclaimed slurs. this is just. so insensitive and fucked up.
- cake isn't that bad. i find myself humming it a lot.
- teddy bear is decent as well, kinda edgy tho.
- now for the only one of her unreleased songs that bothers me: a million men. (major csa tw for that song) she wrote it after watching a documentuary about sex trafficking and csa, and while its not bad lyrically and a few lines are relatable to my csa survivor ass, but shes not a csa survivor, and i don't feel like she should have written and sang it.
- my personal problem with melanie is that she has her "crybaby" image all the time. shes tweeted saying she broke her nail trying to open her sippy cup, she poses half naked in bibs with a pacifier, etc. it just feels wrong to me, as i had my childhood and innocence and childhood things torn from me and sexualized very early on in life.
- so thats all! i may or may not update this if anything else comes up. thank you for reading this far.
(please be aware that i do not hate melanie as a person, and that i don't wish her any ill will. i just have problems with things shes done. and i am not saying you need to drop her music completely; just be critical and use your brains. and be respectful if someone says it bothers them!)
#melanie martinez#ableism //#abuse //#rape //#csa //#captain screaming#pls rb...validate my hour or work#*of#if you have any complaints im glad to hear them just be polite
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"WE ARE NOT AFRAID"(It Fanfic)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
chapter four-"i dont know maybe because we know a killer clown is back"
ritchie was the first one to get up he saw billy and beverly sleeping together on the bed and same with him and eddie.
(there was a couch in billys bedroom.)
he got up and he pushed easily eddie off of him the couch was big he went into the bathroom.
he didnt know what he felt with eddie it was something because he loves everything about eddie his smile, the way he says stop calling me eds, or the way he plays with richies hair.
"richie can you hurry in there!" he hears billy yell.
"we are home!! billy!...oh.. i didnt know the boys were spending the night" billys mom said.
eddie woke up and same with beverly they walked into the livingroom same as ritchie and billy.
"well we are not going to be here all day because we are going to bens"
"oh..okay you guys have fun me and your father we are going on this couples vacation thing i know i have been gone lately well here is 100 bucks bye sweet heart" as she kissed billy on the cheek and left.
(only if this happened in real life xd)
"hell i wish my mom would do that" eddie said.
they all laughed
richie invited mike and billy invited stanley a course he back out but then he said yes took time but he said yes.
they were walking to bens house.
they all havent really talked since the whole thing happend.
mike started to ignore the losers but the only ones that he didnt was richie and eddie
and stanley he hangs out more with billy.
and ben he doesnt talk to them because he has been more focus on his school work and clubs.
they walked up the stairs to bens house beverly with her red painted nails pressed the door buzzer.
"who are you kids?" his mom said with an attuide.
"we are his friends can we see ben?" beverly said.
and plus his mom said that he couldnt hang out with them because she saw his reseach on "it" and thought he was going crazy.
"oh i remeber you kids you are the kids that told my baby about that "it" shit"
"its true you.." richie started to say but eddie covered his mouth.
"get the hell off my porch!"
"n.no m.miss p.please can we s.see h.him s.sorry a.about richie"
"whatever six mintues then you guys are out hes up stairs in his room"
they all ran up those stairs and went into his room.
beverly hugged him she notice he lost alot of weight but she didnt say anything about it.
"hey ben we thought you were dead"
"why would you guys think that?" as he pulled the hug away.
"oh i dont know ben maybe because you ignored us after we got rid of the fucking clown" ritchie said upset.
"rich shut up" eddie said.
"no im tired of everyone suger coding shit"
"okay im sorry i have been ignoring you guys its because after the whole "it" thing i freaked out and i guess i was trying to forget"
"well we could have helped you forget" beverly said while smiling at him.
billy getting jealous but he just doesnt know.
stanley hugged ben and they all had a group hug its been forever since they had one.
"not trying to be mean i actually like you guys around but why are you here"
"w.well d.dont f.freak w.we saw 'it'"
he looked scared
"well last night i was at the library studying for the finals and i saw this baloon like i did when i was younger last time i was there but i ran out of there."
"oh shit..shit"eddie said nervous
"okay lets not fucking panic we put it down once we can do it agian"
"lets go to the quarry " beverly said.
"yeah" they all said.
they were walking to the quarry because it wasnt far.
"okay why are we quiet?" mike said.
"i dont know maybe because we know a killer clown is back" stanley said sarcasticly.
richie was behind the group because he saw a sewer and what he said.
"you better not hurt any of them fucker or my eds i will fuck you up i beated your ass with a baseball bat agian i will do it agian fucker"
"hey rich are you comming?"
"yeah! dropped my lighter!"
"just stay away from that sewer" eddie said while pulling richie along with them.
they sat on the rocks where they sat when they were little.
but eddie was in between richies legs and richie was cuddled up to him to warm him.
"so im just going to bring it up what are we going to do to 'it'?"
"maybe if we ignore 'it' then he will leave" eddie said
"yeah we never tried that" ritchie said.
"i dont think we can ignore 'it' remeber what happened to those bullys they werent kids"
"shit! shit why couldnt he just stay away"
and ritchie just cuddled eddie to calm him down
he whispered in eddies ear "its going to be okay eds"
and eddie felt safe.
"do you guys want to come to my fight tonight?"
"your fighting tonight but we have school tommrrow" eddie said.
"well we need money and my moms job sucks" ritchie said.
"well lets hope you dont turn out like that richie" stanley said laughing
"well i got to get out of here i have to get ready"
"w.well we s.still h.have to talk a.about 'it'"
"well im not scared of a fucking clown we got rid of him once we can get rid of him again"
"yeah hes right guys we did get rid of him" mike said.
everyone followed him to the devils place.
richie was getting pump while mike was getting high and drunk.
billy just getting drunk same with all of them except for eddie and ben.
they all got there seats and eddie was eating popcorn.
"im kinda scared bev"
"you are always scared eddie"
"let me have some of that" eddie said he was tired of being that innocent guy.
so he gulpped it.
"hey slow down eddie"
eddie could feel a pain in his throat.
"how can people drink this bev"
"they drink it and then it gets better"
then eddie drinks more of the alchol that he is regreting because he knows he has school tommrrow and he cant go back home because his mom would freak.
then eddie saw richie punch this guy in the face and eddie yelled.
"get him babe!!"
and the guy punched richie and he punched the guy in the face over and over again and he fell backwards.
"richie toizer!!! is the winner!!"
all the losers got up and hugged ritchie.
"good win bro" mike said and they did that guy handshake
"wow i didnt know you could fight like that" beverly said.
eddie knew he could fight ever since sixth grade when this guy name nick wanted to fight him lets just say richie won.
richie collected his money and a guy who owned the place said.
"you should come back agian your dad was good here before he died".
yeah his dad died here but the guy that was beating him was his step dad.
"yeah ill be back"
"the toizers have always had our back til they died"
eddie didnt like the sound of that.
"yeah..yeah uncle bill i get it" the uncle isnt on his side of this family hes on his moms side.
"rich what did he mean til you die?"
"oh its nothing eds"
eddie knew he was lying did it mean he had to fight til he died.
ritchie grabbed eddies hand and went out of that place mike stayed and same with stanley.
ritchie, eddie, billy.ben, and beverly walked out of the devils place
"how can you guys go there everyday?" ben asked
"well we just do...you should come with us everytime i missed you"
and yes billy was jealous he hated that she loved ben he wanted her love.
"well guys im going home"
"oh okay billy"
"oh shit he didnt studder thats great!" eddie yelled.
"is there something wrong with him?"beverly said.
"how about you go check then princess" richie said annoyed he hated how she played with ben and billy like pick he thought she did this when she was younger.
"oh fuck you richie" she walked away and ran after billy
"you wish" richie said.
"billy stop!..what did i do?"
"y.you...w.why d.do you like b.ben? he ignored you but i s.stuck by you"
"really are you jealous and i never said anything about liking ben"
"we all know you do bev you dont have to say anything!..you really made me fall for you i.i was so stupid"
"billy you said that sentance so well"
"maybe because its the truth" now billy was crying and it was raining the girl he liked didnt like him as he thought.
"wait you fell in love with me?"
"yes bev do i have to say it louder hell! i will i love beverly marsh!!!..and im ashamed because she likes someone else"
you are thinking they are drunk well billy is he wouldnt have said all of this she grabs his face and says.
"well billy i love you to"
and they kiss in the rain
"get that snack girl get it!!" eddie yells smiling and richie kissed eddie.
beverly heard that and laughed while kissing billy.
and ben saw the kiss to he was upset because he thought beverky liked him he walked home.
"where the fuck did ben go?" ritchie said
"probably home babe because he did like her"
"he'll get over it"
"yeah lets hope because we need more info on it"
"can we ever stop talking about that clown?"
"no rich because we need to be careful"
"eddie you know i will never let that fucking clown hurt you...i love you to much eds"
"i love you to rich"
beverly and billy ran back over.
"hey guys on friday do you want to go on a dubble date"
"yeah that sounds fun..rich you wanna go?"
"yeah whatever but im not paying b.billy you wanna pay?"
"its billy and your p.paying for your d.date
"oh fuck it we are going"
"okay see you two tommrrow"
"yeah..yeah bye bev" eddie hugged her.
"awe eds you are making me jealous"
"oh shut up rich"
then they walk to richies house eddie had a unbrella richie took the unbrella because he was taller then eddie.
"i think you are the only person i know who carrys a unbrealla everywhere he goes"
"i dont carry it everywhere rich"
they went to richies house because richie's mom is at work.
"do i sleep in your room or the living room"
"eds your sleeping in my room"
"what if your mom suspect something"
"its not like she'll know that my eds spent the night"
he said while walking in his room with eddie richie grabbed eddie whast and put eddie on his chest while they lay in bed.
"rich going to school is going to hell tommrrow everyone is going to have questions about us the group back together its like the ghostbusters if they would have split and came back"
richie chuckled and said" well i dont care what people have to say about us and the group who cares what people say about it and we are not like the ghostbusters we are losers"
"well you did.."
"its time for bed eds"
as he turns off the lights eddie could here richies heartbeat maybe he still didnt like clowns.
#it2017#it#richie tozier#eddie#eddie spaghetti#mike hanlon#beverly marsh#bill denbrough#stanley uris#ben hanscom
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