#i shrunk my world down when i cut them out. i shrunk it down when i told them to fuck off instead of having a conversation
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more and more it's feeling like we just...don't have room for people trying anymore. it's all or nothing; get it right the first time, or be crucified by a jury you can never fully see or convince. and this isn't new, isn't born of current events. it's become more and more prevalent over the last ten years thanks to social media putting every little thought on blast, but i'd put money on the idea that it's actually been brewing much longer than that. and, for me, it goes beyond being tiring or upsetting. it feels bleak. it feels downright fucking broken that we're all so busy trying not to condone anything remotely problematic that we don't leave room for good faith learning. watching people trying to suss out their own identity--something literally ONLY they can fully understand or explain--be vilified for trying to fit words around their own experience sucks. watching people misunderstand something and try to apologize for it later, only to be told they should have known all along, sucks. seeing people who once held truly toxic beliefs actually grow and learn and apologize and still be told to fuck themselves as if they're a lost cause--it sucks. just. does that not fill you with despair for the state of things? does that not break something in you, to think that if you one day don't understand something, or misuse a word, or grapple with complicated feelings, it will forever stain you in the eyes of perfect strangers?
dude the world is fucked, and we all see it, but like. it doesn't feel like it helps to be so goddamn reactive. it doesn't feel like it helps anyone to demand perfection out the gate. it's exhausting. there are enough people out there who don't want to learn, who aren't trying, who actively revel in cruelty. looking for malice in every little fuck-up from people who seem to be genuinely striving to live their lives with kindness strikes me as lending strength to an army that already glories in suffering. and makes the world look more fucked than ever. and i really don't know that that energy is what we need when there's already so much to set right.
maybe it's just me. maybe this last decade just shattered something in me. but i really, really hate the idea--reject the idea, frankly--that people can't learn and change and grow. that people can't be better than a bad day or a failure of understanding. i reject the idea that people are something to be thrown out because they fucked up. it just seems...yeah. bleak. really fuckin' bleak.
#personal#i dunno dude#this is that fighting energy from earlier. found some actual words for it i guess#but i'm just so tired#shit's fucked. some shit's complicated. and some isn't--some feels incredibly straightforward to me.#and to the next person maybe there's more nuance. it's all so fucking...there's so much to process all the time#and i catch myself in knee-jerk mode#i catch myself writing people off. making lists in my head. sometimes it's just purely a matter of safety#but god the things i'd give for some of those people to come back into my world#to learn. to grow. to apologize. to decide they value kindness and life over brainwashed beliefs#i would give so much for those friends back. those family members. those people i knee-jerk wrote off back in 2015#i shrunk my world down when i cut them out. i shrunk it down when i told them to fuck off instead of having a conversation#i actively made my safety net smaller in the effort to keep myself protected#and i just keep watching other people do similar things#and thinking like. if i could go back. if i wasn't so hot-headed and Certain that evil thoughts make a person evil#or that miseducation or ignorance or straight-up brainwashing broke a person for good#maybe it would all be different now than it was for my 25-year-old self#i just. i don't fucking know.#people are trying. people need to KEEP trying.#and telling them they're shit for NEEDING to try is only ever going to carve out the part of them that wants to be better#the world is fucked. why help fuck it even more. what is the point of that.#and i'm not saying don't call people on their shit. but maybe calling them shouldn't look like telling them to kill themselves#maybe it should involve a little grace#slamming doors just feels like it makes the house smaller. and shuts off exit routes you might need later#and i kinda wish i'd known that in my 20s
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This is aperture au: an AU made up by Will (@boo-cool-robot, who did most of the plot and writing) and me (visuals) where Magneto takes a teen Scott in before Xavier, and Scott’s subsequent radicalization causes him to undergo a schism with x-men leader/lover jean after he eventually joins the team. Because if you really love characters, you just want them to have an ideological divorce!
The au is named after the code-name scott is given by magneto, which he returns to after the events of this comic (Aperture–like an opening for light to pass through, a focus in a lens.)
[Image description: Full color comic. Whole comic has a layout where each page has 3 columns. Jean is in the left column, and scott is in the right.
Page 1
Panel 1: Scott and Jean explore a grim, industrial, apparently abandoned basement lab. Jean inspects a peeled back vent cover. Scott bends down to open a filing cabinet drawer. Jean: "This is too clean to have been opened by a crowbar. Almost looks like how I would have used my TK a few years ago."
2: Scott leans back, back of his fist to his mouth in shock. He says: "Marvel Girl, you need to see this. Use my eyes. Please."
3: Jean turns, using her telepathy to look at the file Scott has found. Her telepathic eyes see what he sees. There is a Polaroid of young Scott and Alex. Alex smiles at the camera, while Scott holds his brother and glances away. Alex's file describes him as 'Yearly tag and release'.
The other page in the file has a letterhead reading “Home for Foundlings” and a logo depicting an abstract parent and child, forming a red diamond shape. Cut-off text reads, “Summers, Scott/Seong-Mi/S-...Impaired expressive speech and sound sensitivity worsened after 3 days of social ostracism from peers…electroconvulsion. Energy generation potential unaffected. Continued social impairment, likely auti…”
Scott has already turned toward a door, frowning.
4: Jean puts a comforting hand on Scott’s shoulder while he turns away from her. Scott (Telepathically): "I used to remember having a brother. He told me I was just confused, that I’d imagined him." Jean (Telepathically): "Who told you that?" Scott reaches to open the door. Scott (Out loud): "I don’t know, it was all…"
5: Scott, quietly: "Sinister."
They have stepped through into the next room, where Mister Sinister’s silhouette looms in the foreground, breaking the barriers between the three columns. Jean puts her arm out in front of Scott to shield him. Scott has shrunk in on himself.
Page 2:
Panel 1: Scott has his arms crossed. Jean, glowing with telepathy, puts a hand next to Mister Sinister’s head where he lies between scott and jean. Jean: "He can’t hear us. He’s in some kind of psionic trance. His body is here, but his mind is on the Astral Plane."
2: Scott: "So he’s vulnerable." Jean is startled: " What?" Scott: "We could end him here. Before he gets to-- anyone else. Before he gets to Alex again."
3: Jean’s telepathy flares, she is confused, but stubborn. Jean: "We’re X-Men, we can’t just kill someone defenseless. We won’t get anything out of him if he’s dead." Scott faces her, angry and disbelieving. Scott: "You really think if you [Telepathically: implicate, integrate] ask him, he’ll say anything that those files out there don’t?"
A figure approaches through the open doorway, obscured by Jean and Scott’s world bubbles.
4: Jean’s telepathy flare is the strongest yet. She is hurt, beseeching. she says: "The Professor taught us to give people chances. He gave you a chance when you joined the team." Scott is quietly angry. Scott: "Maybe if he were smarter, he wouldn’t have. You wouldn’t–..." Jean: "Are you saying you shouldn’t be here with me?"
The figure gets closer, raising a board to her shoulder.
5: The figure is revealed to be madelyne pryor, wearing the marvel girl dress, as she swings a board at Sinister’s head. She hits him with a “KRAK”. Telepathy flares out from Sinister’s form and from the panel as he’s hit. Jean and Scott watch her, Jean’s mouth open in shock, her telepathic eyes watching from Scott's eyes as well, while Scott looks untethered.
Page 3: Mads is in the middle column.
Panel 1: Jean and Scott reach their hands out towards Mads. Mads has her hands up in front of her. They are all frozen in place. Scott [Telepathically]: "Who is she?"
Mads [TP]: "I can hear them."
Jean [TP]: "She looks like me." Mads [TP]: "I was supposed to be her."
Scott [TP]: "She killed him. That could have been Jean." Jean [TP]: "Scott thinks it should have been me."
2: Mads flees past Scott, who is still frozen. Jean turns as Mads runs, half reaching out toward her. Mads [TP]: "I can’t be her. I can’t be here." The thoughts become disjointed, unattached from the people who are thinking them, hanging in the air of the room.
3: Scott runs after Mads. The unattached thoughts begin to fill the space between him and Jean: "I can’t be her, That could have been me, I can’t be here". Jean watches Scott, frozen in place, and starts to cry. Telepathic energy comes off her in waves. Scott [TP]: "That could have been Jean."
"I can't be here" repeats until it goes through the bottom of the panel and into the next panel.
4: Jean is still frozen, crying. Her hands are pressed to her head as she is crowded by the telepathic thought bubbles surrounding her. She gets stuck on bubbles repeating over and over:
"I can’t be here, I can’t be here, I can’t be here."
Page 4:
Panel 1: Jean is still surrounded by thought bubbles. She reaches into the middle pane and tears a black rip through it, telepathically and with her hands. Her head and hands flare with telepathy. The edges of the rip burn like fire. She is still crying, angry.
2: Thought bubbles disappear. Jean’s head is snapped back by the force of telepathic feedback. The black rip spreads wider, telepathic flame at edges, continuous with the previous panel.Scott, chasing Mads outside the lab, trips forward. Both Jean and Scott are losing control of their bodies, falling.
3: Jean and Scott both fall to the ground, unconscious, as the rip in the page spreads wider.
4: Black/end id]
#scott summers#jean grey#x men#boo-cool-robot#long post#my art#w.me#this took so long to do but it turned out good i think! the au is very fun
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i’ll keep you safe ~ newt;the maze runner
word count: 2498
request?: yes!
@jesylovesmusic “ Hey I know you're not talking request right now but I just had a question for if you would accept request for the maze runner when they're open again. Ive fallen down a hole”
description: when a new girl who knows more than the rest of the gladers is brought into their world, newt finds himself drawn to her, and a strong desire to make sure none of the others hurt her
pairing: newt x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of the world being awful outside the glade
masterlist (one, two, three)
The Gladers had hardly grasped the addition of Teresa into The Glade when The Box shuttered to life again, signifying that another was being added into their world. There had been so many surprises and uncertainties with their recent two additions - Thomas and Teresa - that the others were sure that nothing else could ever surprise them.
They were proven wrong when The Box delivered to them another girl.
This time, she was huddled into the far corner of the box, her knees brought up to her chest and her whole body trembling with fear. The Gladers looked down at her with yet another feeling of shock, something that had become normal for them at this rate. None of them knew what to do, so Newt took the lead and jumped into The Box to retrieve their newest member.
He was taken aback when her eyes widened with fear upon seeing him and she started to scream, “No! No, get away from me!”
“What’s wrong with her?” Minho asked.
“She’s scared,” Newt responded.
He dared to take another step forward, but she shrunk away from him the best she could, hiding her face behind her hands. Newt felt a pang of compassion for her. They had all been scared and confused when they entered The Glade. It was never easy, and it especially wasn’t easy to collect the newcomers when they arrived in this state.
Newt kept his distance, but knelt down so that he came eye level with the unknown girl. She peaked at him around her hands.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m just trying to help you. I know this is scary; you just arrived to a strange place and you don’t even know who you are - ”
“I know who I am,” she cut him off. “My name is (Y/N). They took me away from my parents. They took my parents and I don’t know what they did with them, but I don’t think they’re alive. They tried to inject me with something, but I fought back until finally they just knocked me out and threw me in here.”
Her eyes gazed up at the other boys who were now peering down at her. The terror returned to her face and she curled herself up tighter into her ball. Newt stood and turned to look at Alby. He knew by the look on his leader’s face that Alby had heard what this new girl had said.
Another strange thing to continue the string of surprises they had been going through: this new girl had memories of the outside world.
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After finally managing to get (Y/N) out of The Box (although not without a lot of screaming and a hearty fight), they put her up in a room alone. It was the only way they could get her to calm down. One of the Gladers would come by to give her food to make sure she wouldn’t starve, but she refused to face any of them. She stayed in the room until she knew they were gone, then she would take the food and leave anything to be collected outside the door by the time someone else came by.
She wouldn’t even open up for Teresa. The boys thought that maybe (Y/N) was afraid because she was one girl with a large number of boys, so maybe she would feel more comfortable if she was approached by another girl. However, when Teresa came back from giving (Y/N) her routine meal, she told them, “She definitely does not care about gender. She screamed at me as if I were one of you guys.”
On the day that Newt was tasked with bringing (Y/N) her food, he felt a bit more courageous than the others seemed to be. He wanted to know more about this new person; he wanted to know what exactly she knew about the outside world. Maybe she could tell him how they all got there. Maybe she’d know how to escape.
He approached her room with a tray of food and knocked at the door. Of course, there was no response. He placed the tray on the floor by the door and backed away two steps. He waited again, expecting to hear her shuffling around her room to come get the food. When she didn’t answer, Newt tried knocking again.
“I’m not going away until you come out,” he said. “You don’t have to be afraid of us. If anything, we should be afraid of you. You’re this strange new girl that’s been dropped into our world saying you actually remember what life is like outside The Glade. How do we know you haven’t been sent to hurt us?”
There was no response again. Newt sighed. Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say.
He pressed his back against the wall next to her door and slid down till he was sitting. He still couldn’t hear any movements inside the room. He wondered if she was even awake. It was only midday, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t trying to escape this situation some other way.
“Obviously, you’re not going to hurt us,” he said, hoping she was awake he wasn’t talking to himself. “If you were, you would’ve by now. You’re either genuinely scared, or you’re an incredibly good actor with much patience. I’m choosing to believe the former.”
He put his head back against the wall behind him. “You have to understand, you’re the first person to ever come here to remember life before The Glade. None of us remember how we got here. We just woke up in The Box while being transported in. We understand that, if someone took you the way you say they did, that you’re very scared, but we’re all very curious to see what you know. You might be our key to finding out how we got here and how we can get out.”
When no response came, Newt sighed and admitted defeat. There was no coaxing (Y/N) out of her room, and he wasn’t about to sit around so that she couldn’t get her food. He was pulling himself to a stand when he heard the doorknob slowly turn and the door creaked open just a crack. (Y/N) peered out at him through the door, her face a mixture of worry and sadness.
“You don’t want to leave here,” she said. It was the first time she had spoken since that day she arrived in The Box. “It’s...terrible out there.”
“What do you mean?” Newt asked.
(Y/N) opened the door a little more, just enough to poke her head out and see if there was anyone else with Newt. She knelt down to pick up her food and beaconed for him to come inside.
Besides the sheets on the bed having been messed a little, it looked as though the room was untouched. Not even the clothes that had been brought for her to change into had been touched, Newt noticed. It was like she had been spending all of her time in bed or pacing around the room. She didn’t want to be entertained, she wanted to be home.
She sat down on the bed and placed the tray in front of her. She ate slowly, her eyes never leaving Newt. He didn’t want to push his luck too much, so he opted to sit on the floor across from the bed. He waited until she felt ready to talk.
“The world is not...good,” she told him, finally, after what felt like hours of silence. “There aren’t many of us left out there, and the ones who are left...they’re not nice humans anymore. Not like in here.”
Newt pushed aside the thoughts of Gally and the way he treated Thomas and Teresa when they entered The Glade. Definitely not everyone in here was “good”.
“A virus took out a lot of the population, and those it didn’t take out have resorted to fighting for survival. My parents and I were fortunate enough to have hidden in a bunker full of survivalists who knew how to handle the situation, but even then we had out moments where things were looking dark. Honestly, I don’t think any of us expected to survive as long as we have. Others were lost much earlier on.”
“How did you get here then?” Newt asked.
(Y/N) sighed, looking down at her plate. “Our bunker was compromised. A couple scientists who said they’re trying to find a cure for the virus or something. They grabbed us, took us in for testing to see if he had been infected, then they put us up in some rooms in their labs. Next thing I knew, they were bursting into my room and dragging me off. My parents tried to stop them, but they were detained as I was taken. I have no idea what happened to them or if they’re even still alive, but I don’t have much hope for it. One of the scientists tried to explain to me what was going on, but I didn’t want to listen. I just wanted to get out. And then, suddenly, they just knocked me unconscious and threw me into that thing that brought me here. I woke up just before it opened up and you guys found me.”
“No wonder you were so scared then. You probably thought we were one of them.”
She nodded. “I thought you were going to kill me. I thought that they found traces of the virus in me and that’s how they dealt with people who were infected. I have no idea why I’m here, or what ‘here’ even is.”
Newt was also starting to wonder where “here” was. Was The Glade supposed to be a safe haven for those who hadn’t been infected by the virus in order to save them? If so, why wipe their memories before sending them in? Why not send in their families, too?
He always knew there was a world beyond The Glade, but he never could’ve imagined it was as awful as (Y/N) was saying. Newt always figured that maybe he and the other Gladers had done something bad and The Glade was their punishment. But maybe The Glade was a way to save the world once this virus was taken care of.
Newt was brought out of his thoughts by the sounds of whimpering. When he looked up, he saw tears running down (Y/N)’s cheeks and her body was trembling from silent sobs. Against his better judgement, he got up from the floor and rushed over to wrap his arms around her. To his surprise, she leaned into his embrace and buried her head into his chest. He could feel her tears dampening his shirt, but he could care less. He held her and allowed her to let out her emotions in a safe environment. She could finally let her guard down, even just for a second.
“I just miss my parents,” she sobbed. “It’s the not knowing that makes it so awful. I have no idea if they’re dead or alive, if they know where I am, if I’ll ever see them again. I’m all they had, and then those fuckers took me from them!”
“I know,” he said. “Until you know for sure, it may be best to think of them as still being alive.”
“How will I ever know for sure?” she asked. “I’m never getting out of here.”
“We’ll find a way. We’ve been trying for so long, and now we have you who actually knows about life outside The Glade. There’s a huge chance we could get out of here and find your parents.”
(Y/N) pulled away from Newt. Her eyes were swollen and puffy and her cheeks were tearstained. His heart ached for her. The Gladers always wished they knew where they came from or what their life was like before The Glade, but now Newt was realizing what a gift it was for them not to know those things.
“There’s bad people out there,” she said. “What if they try to kill us?”
“We’ll just have to prepare for that,” Newt said. “We can talk to Alby, that’s our leader, and tell him everything. He’ll come up with a plan.”
“What if your people don’t like what they hear?” she asked. “You’ve all been in here for how long? Dreaming of a life outside of this place, a world that’s beautiful and good. What happens if I tell them that the world is not beautiful and good and they decide they don’t believe me? What happens if the entire place turns on me except for you?”
It was a small thought in the back of his mind, but Newt refused to let it wiggle it’s way in. He took (Y/N)’s hands in his and squeezed them. “I would never let them hurt you.”
She let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah? You’re going to protect me? You don’t even know me. Those people down there have been with you for years, and you’re going to back up the crazy new girl who just arrived?”
Newt nodded, which seemed to surprise her.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I believe you,” he said. “I know it’s going to be hard to swallow the fact that the world outside of The Glade is not what we pictured it to be, but it’s something that we have to prepare for whether we believe you or not. And because...well, there’s just something about you. You interest me. I’ve actually been waiting very patiently for many days to be the one to bring you food so I could try and talk to you.”
It was Newt’s turn to be surprised when a small smile spread across her face. “You’re quite the charmer for someone who’s been stuck in here with a bunch of dudes for years.”
Newt chuckled. “Maybe my lack of practice helped.”
(Y/N) leaned into Newt again, which took him by surprise yet again. She guided the two of them down until they were both laying on the bed, her head against his chest and his arm around her. He could feel the tension leaving her body as she relaxed against him.
“I just need to lay here for a second,” she said. “And I don’t want to be alone. We can go down and talk to your people later, but I just need to build up the courage to do so.”
Newt nodded and ran his hands through her hair. “That’s fine. Take as much time as you need. I’ll stay here as long as you want.”
Her arm moved around his stomach and gave him a small squeeze. “That might be for a very long time. You never told me your name, by the way.”
“It’s Newt.”
“Newt. I want you to stay, Newt.”
#newt#thomas brodie sangster#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster x reader#the maze runner#the maze runner imagine#imagine#one shot#request#fanfiction#fanfic#fandom
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There's a lot more like this.
I think we can take some pride in the fact that, even on a steadfastly very very pro-Jewish and pro-Israel site, readers are NOT galloping towards revenge and butchery, they are showing basic humane care for Palestinians. It is much better than you see aimed at Jews from our enemies.
So much of the popular understanding around Gaza has been twisted by propaganda and weasel-words. People can be astounded - or accuse you of lying - if you point out the normalcy, even luxury, in the sectors where the favored and well-connected live, or that the widespread accusations of "starvation" are a pure hoax, that so much of the "humanitarian aid" meant for them are just photo ops. The obviousness of how much the outside world doesn't care about Gaza is matched only by the obviousness of how we are expected to forget the hysteria and moral panics of each successive "report".
When the same people who claimed Gaza was a starving ghetto that would spontaneously Rapture into total emptiness four years ago now make more accusations against Israel's conduct, how are we supposed to believe them?
As a Jew, I cannot respect any notion of "genocide" that is NOT both deliberately aimed at cutting down / destroying a racial / ethnic population and also at least somewhat successful at it. The Palestinian population has never shrunk, has more than quadrupled since 1967, and in Gaza has more than doubled in the last 20 years. If that was like the Holocaust, like Warsaw, where do I sign up? There are people who recommend different definitions of "genocide," but before I take them seriously I would first ask them whether they apply the same term to the Oct. 7 massacre, or if they are purely bullshitting together ad-hoc terminology, like how Amnesty International made up a new definition of "apartheid" that is explicitly not supposed to resemble South Africa at all so any differences between Israel and South Africa are irrelevant neener neener no backsies.
My position is that there is a difference between genocide and killing civilians while bombing military targets. But I also recognize that beyond a certain number of dead civilians, that difference might be moot. I am still very worried that we might see a true cataclysm in Gaza. That that there could be a civilian death toll one or two orders of magnitude greater than any previous round. It never used to be true and I really, really do not want it to actually come true now. As my previous post said, I spent a year hoping the Israeli government would be less a gang of talentless fuckups than they seemed to be, they dashed those hopes, and now they're the same ones supposed to be managing the counterattack. They have to know the risks. It is their job to know and plan around those risks.
David Schraub does a decent job of capturing the "what comes next?" part. There needs to be SOME vision of breaking this cycle. The best scenario I let myself imagine would be that Israeli raids are able to truly wipe out Hamas' command capabilities, weapons, and infrastructure, and Munich-style track down and kill all the perpetrators of Oct. 7. The most respectable and talented leaders in the Palestinian Authority (*crickets*) will have to be physically airlifted into Gaza to assume command, maybe with some plucky UN peacekeepers, then Israel and regional partners (assuming it still has any) work on humanitarian aid and rebuilding so the locals feel like there is some option for a future that doesn't involve suicide belts. I have no hope for live hostage rescue.
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So Don’t Hate Me, Trust In Me
Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader
Era: Danger Days
Requested by: Anon
Word Count: ~1500
Summary/Request: So I was thinking about a Frank X fem!Reader (she/her) during Danger Days era, where they are really close and it's obvious they like each other, and Frank is more forward with liking her, but she's insecure bc she doesn't have any experience with relationships and intimacy (even just handholing and stuff), and is worried he'd be disappointed, maybe even something like she's not good enough for him. And he gets her to talk about it to him and is really understanding and reassuring, and willing to give her time and space, but she feels better after the conversation and wants to try. So basically angst to fluff?
A/N: I LOVED writing this one. It was one of the first fics I worked on in getting out of my hiatus and it was just everything I wanted in a request (particularly Danger Days Frank). Enjoy!
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You’d just started a new job as Frank’s guitar tech. It was a dream job for you, since you wanted to work with bands and travel around the world, but you were too shy to get onstage yourself. MyChem were currently on tour promoting their newest album, Danger Days, and you were excited to work for them, since you’d been friends with Frank since shortly before Revenge had come out.
But the best part of the job was getting to work with Frank. The rest of the band was super nice and welcoming, but Frank was so generous and he seemed to care about making your job easier whenever he could. Every time you switched out a guitar for him, he’d grin at you as if you were his personal savior. When you’d first started working for Frank, you’d been nervous that it would affect your friendship, but it had only brought you closer.
However, you were trying to be cautious because you knew you were starting to fall for him. You figured that he was just nice to you because he was nice to the rest of the crew, but you often caught yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him or to run your fingers through his hair, which he’d taken to wearing longer, down to his shoulders. You knew you couldn’t act on these feelings because you figured he’d never like you back and saying or doing the wrong thing could put you out of a job and you really wanted to keep working with him, not just because of your crush.
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You were just about finished setting up before MyChem took the stage for tonight. You handed Frank his first guitar and he put his hand over yours on the neck of the instrument, holding you in his hazel eyed gaze.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome.” You felt proud that your voice didn’t tremble and you prayed he didn’t notice your hand shaking beneath his.
He turned to head to the side of the stage, but then ran back to you.
“Did you forget something, Frank?” You asked.
“Yeah. I just wanted to say you look really nice tonight,” he said.
Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “Thanks.”
You watched him play his heart out, still bewildered from the compliment he’d given you. It wasn’t the first time, but usually his praise was about your work. Your stomach fluttered at the idea that he noticed how you looked. You usually dressed for comfort, in jeans, band shirts, and hoodies and you weren’t dressed that differently tonight, apart from the fact that you were wearing your favorite hoodie. You liked it because it was comfortable, but you also thought that it brought out the color in your eyes.
The show was nearing the end, when Gerard started walking around the stage as he spoke into his microphone.
“So before we play our last song, we wanted to give a big thank you to our crew who do such an amazing job at every show. Thank you to our merch, our lights and sound people--”
Frank cut in. “And I just wanted to call my guitar tech, Y/N, to the stage for a minute. Y/N, where you at, girl?”
Your face burned as you shrunk back, but you saw Frank walking over to you, his guitar still slung around his neck. He lifted one hand, beckoning you gently with one finger. “Come on,” he mouthed, his lips curling in a sweet smile.
You sighed, walking onstage to a crowd of thousands, who were all screaming for you. ‘Bet they’d scream for just about anything if Frank told them to,’ you thought bitterly to yourself. But all thoughts went out of your head as Frank took your hand and led you over to his mic so he could talk.
“This is Y/N, my amazing guitar tech, she keeps me in line all night, can we give her a big round of applause?” Frank asked the crowd, lifting his arms up towards the pit. You blushed over his comment about “keeping him in line all night,” and hoped the stage lights didn’t show how red you felt.
The crowd went wild once again and your face burned even more as you felt Frank wrap his arm around you and pull you into a hug, discreetly kissing your cheek. It was such a quick peck that you were almost sure you’d imagined it, but when Frank pulled away from you, he was blushing too, but grinning, the corners of his hazel eyes crinkling.
Frank finally let you go and you escaped to the sanctuary of backstage. You hadn’t wanted to hurt Frank’s feelings by running away, but it made you nervous being in the spotlight. And that kiss on your cheek had made your heart soar, but now you felt nervous. What did it mean?
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After that night, you tried to keep yourself busy and limit your interactions with Frank. You didn’t know what his intentions were and you were scared you weren’t good enough for him. You had never really dated anyone and you knew he’d had quite a few relationships, so you were also afraid that your inexperience would be a turnoff for him.
It was hard to totally avoid him though, especially since you worked for him and you’d seen his face fall enough to know that he’d noticed and wasn’t happy about it, but you couldn’t help it.
Finally, he cornered you one day backstage while one of the opening bands set up for their set.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured.
Your heart stopped. You were caught. There was no avoiding the conversation now. You swallowed hard. “Frank, I…I’m sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere more private?” As you said this, you saw Gerard out of the corner of your eye, looking over at the two of you, his eyebrows furrowed. Gerard was hard to miss these days, with his bright red hair.
Frank nodded and you let him take your hand and pull you away from everyone else. Once you’d stopped walking, he held your hand in his still, loose enough that you could let go if you wanted to, but tight enough that you could sense that Frank didn’t want to let you go.
He sighed. “Look, I--I’m sorry if I scared you off that night when I called you onstage, but I just--I wanted to show you how special you are to me and how much I like you, I just didn’t really know how. I didn’t plan on kissing your cheek, it just happened, so if you’ve been avoiding me because of that, I’m so sorry. I never want to make you uncomfortable and I want you to know that we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to pretend this never happened, we can do that, if you want to leave tour--”
You’d been listening to him ramble, your heart fluttering in your chest as he said everything you’d hoped to hear from him, but when he mentioned you leaving tour, you had to stop him. “Frank, I don’t wanna leave tour.”
His face lit up with a cautious sort of hope. “You don’t?”
You shook your head, offering him a small smile. “No, I don’t.”
He sighed in relief. “Thank God. So what is it then? I miss you and I want us to be good again.”
You sighed. “I like you too. I like you so much that it scares me. A-and I could tell you liked me too and that scared me even more.”
He frowned. “Why? You never have to be afraid of me, you know that.”
You bit your lip. “I know. It’s not that. It’s just that…you know I’m not very experienced when it comes to this kind of thing. And I’m insecure that I’ll screw it up, or that I won’t be good at…you know.” You trailed off, blushing furiously.
His full lips curved in a slight smile, his hazel eyes full of warmth and love for you. “Y/N, you’re going to be amazing, because you’re amazing. But we can slow things down, I can…I can back off a little if that’s what you need.”
You nodded. “Not too far back though,” you whispered, smiling slightly.
He reached his hand out to yours, linking your pinky with yours. The simple, gentle touch felt amazing.
“Better?” He asked, his eyes searching yours.
You nodded, reaching up with your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. It had grown down to his shoulders and you loved the way it looked, even when it obscured his beautiful eyes. “Thanks, Frank.”
He smiled. “Of course.”
The two of you took things slow over the next few months. Frank was unendingly patient with you, which made you feel brave enough to progress your relationship. You still worked for him, since it gave the two of you the chance to spend a lot of time together and travel around the world. You loved watching him play music and jump around the stage like a maniac. And after every show, he was yours, and that was all that mattered.
#my chemical romance#my chemical romance fanfic#my chemical romance imagine#frank iero fanfic#frank iero imagine#frank iero x reader#mychem fanfiction#my chemical romance x reader#my chemical romance fic#mcr x reader#mcr fanfiction#mcr fic#mcr
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Since @inkredi got their wisdom teeth out I felt they needed something to speed along their recovery <3 please enjoy this phil/enderking for you inky
I have no idea how long it is because i write it here on tumblr ahdkdjd also unedited because I'm tired I'm so sorry
See my other phil and Enderking drabble here!
Contains: bondage, cage, overstimulation, cnc (kinda?), micro/macro if you squint for 2 seconds and mentiones of cervix penetration <3
"I think at this point, I really should just keep you."
The King's voice was a low hum as he looked into the gilded cage, eyeing his pet with obvious interest in his strange purple eyes.
"Just look at you. Squirming around. You would be lost without me."
Phil was on his back, arms tied behind him and calves tied to his thighs, forcing them apart. He truly was a magnificent sight, covered in sweat and moaning stupidly as he squirmed on the floor. There was a mess of slick between his legs, spurred on by the unrelenting vibrator stuck to his clit.
He hardly registered the cage door squeaking open, or the large hand moving towards him, so lost in pleasure and overstimulation.
The Ender King delighted in his crows surprised gasp as he played with his chest.
"Such a little slut you are." He chuckled, low in his throat. "I bet you just want to be filled, hm? So much toying and for what? You know your purpose, don't you."
He watched with a teary eyed gaze as the finger retreated, and the King's size shrunk. He was still nearly double Phil's height, but much more reasonable compared to his full God size.
Phil nodded as he arched his back, pressing up against the finger toying with him. "Yes! Gods- yes m'just your stupid slut-"
When the King removed the vibrator, it was like a puppet had been cut from its strings. Phil's body went limp aside from his legs twitching in overstimulation.
Phil took deep breaths, dizzy from however long he'd been stuck in here, endlessly cumming. It was during one of these deep breaths, with his mouth open, he found his breath cut short.
The Ender King didn't waste any time, he simply shoved his too large cock down Phil's throat.
Phil's eyes widened and he looked up at the King through his lashes, pleading silently for rest, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Unless he safe worded, the King could do whatever he pleased.
He loved it.
"My precious crow." The King cooed, rocking his hips back and forth, slowly pushing more and more past Phil's lips and down his throat. "You don't disappoint me."
More tears welled in Phil's eyes as the cock pressed further back into his throat, making him gag. Everything about the Ender King was too big, but that didn't stop him from using Phil like his play thing.
Even as he started slowly fucking his throat, he pet Phil's hair like he was something precious.
Just when Phil felt he might pass out from lack of oxygen, the King pulled his head off. He gasped for breath desperately, his jaw sore.
The world spun as the Ender King lifted him, placing Phil in his lap. With his legs still bound apart, he was positioned right over his enormous cock, purple and ridged, dripping with a strange glowing liquid.
"Wait- wait I can't-" Phil begged, squirming in his grasp. "It's too big!"
The King just laughed, and let Phil go.
A sob rang out as gravity took over, impaling Phil on the King's cock all in one go. He could feel every ridge, feel the pointed tip bullying it's way past his cervix and into his womb.
He was speechless, making mindless babbling sounds.
The King hushed him, kissing him lovingly and petting his hair as he began to raise Phil back up by holding his hips before dropping him back down.
The pain on the edge of the immense pleasure he felt was so perfect, he couldn't describe it if he tried. He swore he could feel the massive cock in his stomach, and when he looked down there was an obvious bulge.
Every movement was perfection, the ribbing of his cock causing continuous stimulation to his g-spot, even when he wasn't looking for it, the tip pressing into his cervis.
Phil sobbed as he came, his hole growing tighter around the King's cock.
"Greedy bird, you're practically sucking me in." The King growled.
With Phil obviously spent, he decided to chase his own release, uncaring how overstimulated his pet was. He was his, after all.
He pressed Phil onto the floor and held his hips roughly as he pounded into him, taking immense pleasure as he watched how his body molded itself to his cock, like it was welcoming him.
Phil couldn't stop moaning and whining, writhing in the floor as his brain turned into static. He didn't think he could come again, but his body was burning on the edge-
He screamed, throat going raw as cum flooded his abused cunt and spilled into his waiting womb, just like the King wanted.
The King pulled away after a moment, watching Phil's hole flutter with immense satisfaction.
"I'll be back soon, birdy." He slipped the vibrator back onto Phil's clit before exiting the cage, relishing in the shouting he heard from behind him. He was already looking forward to breeding his pet again.
#🪽.drabbles#🐦⬛/🔮#I feel like this is bad honestly because I'm so tired but I really wanted to write something for inky sooooo#I hope you guys enjoy
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i feel like this will be quite niche, mostly because i'm not sure how many ordem fans are in my sphere but also because it's not about the main cast lol
but below the cut is an osnf fic \o/! many spoilers for that season. it's based on a canon divergent au me and @factorialsotherfandoms came up with and this one in particular involves the helper and the gatekeeper!
also below the cut for anyone who hasn't seen ordem but is curious about the fic is a brief summary of some world-building elements that will help with understanding the fic \o/ but not the plot because that will take too long lol
reblogs appreciated \o/!! hope you guys enjoy
brief worldbuilding stuff: the helper and the gatekeeper are from a town called santo berço which was a seemingly perfect town apart from the fact that the people are brainwashed to some degree into wanting to stay there and there's a parasite (the saint/a god) feeding on some of them. everyone in the town uses their work titles as their names, and they have an alien-ish appearance (Luzidio) but can switch into a human appearance (Ignaro) at will. the crystals mentioned are healing crystals that have the ability to knock people out if ingested. i can't explain buttery butter. blame felps for this creation
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The Helper stands in front of the mirror, his Ignaro form staring back. Technically he doesn’t need to be in it right now, but he’ll need to get used to it eventually, so… he’s practicing.
The eyes are maybe the strangest bit about it. They feel smaller. The familiar blackness now shrunk down and encased by other colours—brown and white.
He leans closer to the mirror and pokes at his cheek where his markings would be. Maybe if he looks close enough he’ll still be able to see the faint shadow of them—
“Why are you acting like it’s new?” The Gatekeeper says. “You’ve seen this form before.”
The Helper jumps at the sudden appearance of his voice, and spins around to face him. He doesn’t like having people behind him anymore—an alien distrust crawling through his body at even the thought of it.
“I know, I’m just… getting used to it. You know?” He shrugs, and tries to force himself to relax. “I never used to use it much before, but now it’s going to be pretty much constant, right?”
“That’s true.”
Cautiously, the Gatekeeper drifts closer. They don’t have the crystals anymore, and he’s not holding a weapon so it should be fine.
Really, he wishes his brain would stop thinking so hard about it. He’s one of the few people who actually managed to survive and that was because of the Gatekeeper.
It’s just…
It’s hard to put the memory out of his mind of the Gatekeeper approaching him with a knife and wrestling crystals into his mouth.
“It is strange.” The Gatekeeper admits with a small smile as he stops close in front of him. “I only ever saw you like this when we were messing around.”
“And you went on lots of Pilgrimages, right?” The Helper says, knocking their shoulders together gently with a smile that doesn’t quite feel real crossing his face. He doesn’t like it, but no attempts at widening the smile make it feel realer. “So you’re probably dealing fine, huh?”
“Eh…” The Gatekeeper shrugs. “With this, yeah.”
He’s in his Luzidio form now. It’s nice. A tiny bit of familiarity to cling onto.
“What if we lose it?” The Gatekeeper continues, something nervous seeping into his tone.
“What?” The Helper tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean?”
“This form.” He points to himself. “We only had this because of the Saint’s influence. What if we lose it now?”
“Well, we—“ He cuts himself off as the full implications hit him, a hollow feeling settling into his chest. It’s uncomfortable. He never used to feel this way in Santo Berço, but now it’s almost all he can feel. “We—We get used to it, I guess.”
The Gatekeeper reaches a hand up—slowly, but the Helper can’t help but flinch away a little. All he does, though, is settle it onto his cheek. Doesn’t try to pry his mouth open. Doesn’t try to force the anaesthesia down his throat.
“You should, uh…” The Gatekeeper shifts his thumb to line up with where the Helper’s markings would be. Presses down firmly, but not enough to hurt. “You should get them tattooed.”
“Okay.” This smile feels a little more real. “Would you?”
“Ah, maybe.” He shrugs. “I’m still not… sure how I feel about, uh, all of it.”
“I like them.” The Helper brings a finger up to trace down one before letting it drop to his side again. “I’d miss them.”
“O-Okay.” The Gatekeeper looks away, his cheeks darkening. “Maybe for you, then.”
The Helper frowns. He misses Santo Berço. Misses the simplicity of it. Everything out here just feels like a mess—the selfish desire to keep at least one thing the same, versus the guilt of forcing the Gatekeeper to do something he doesn’t particularly want to do.
“Only if it’s for you, too.” He tries another smile. “From what you’ve said, it sounds like it’s about time you do things for yourself, hm?”
The Gatekeeper is still cupping his cheek, so he can feel the moment his hands start shaking. He wonders if they shook when he spilled his blood to fake his death.
“I…” His voice cracks. He drops his hand from the Helper’s face so he can wrap him in a tight hug instead. “I’m so glad you’re here. My god, I’m so glad you’re here, Helper, I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The Helper hugs him back.
“It’s okay. Everything’s okay now.”
For a while they stand there. The Gatekeeper isn’t quite crying, but he is trembling in the Helper’s arms—murmuring things that he can’t make out, but are probably apologies.
When he pulls away he doesn’t go far. And he’s still trembling a little—his eyes shiny with unshed tears—but he seems more put together than he was a moment ago.
“I’ll—I’ll figure out how to make buttery butter, okay?” The Gatekeeper promises.
“Oh, how cool!” For the first time since they got here, a spark of excitement ignites in him. “We can all experiment together! I’m sure we’ll get it right eventually, you know?”
“Hopefully.” The Gatekeeper sends him a watery smile. “I just—I know how much you like it. You did always say it was the best part of Santo Berço.”
That was when he still had Santo Berço. When he didn’t have to miss it. But the sentiment is sweet, and he is clawing for any scrap of familiarity.
For the Collector and the Nurse it isn’t so bad, he thinks. As much as they might miss it, they know what it’s like to live without it. All they’ll need is a readjustment period.
The Gatekeeper is in his boat, but it’s different. He’s always hated Santo Berço—apparently. And he’s probably been on enough Pilgrimages to understand how the world outside is.
“Thank you.” It’s worth being optimistic, though. “I think between the four of us we’ll get close!”
“We will.” The Gatekeeper declares—an intensity to him that the situation doesn’t really require. “I promise.”
They should maybe talk about that. The devotion he feels for them.
The Helper knows the Nurse doesn’t like it. He’s aware of her wariness every time the Gatekeeper is around. But they all saw the fates of the people still connected to the Saint, and the Helper finds it difficult to hate his friend for his original plan.
He doesn’t want to open up the discussion and find out she has a reason to still be worried, though. It’s a strange enough thing to know your friend would kill you to prevent your suffering. To not be able to shake the fear that came with the certainty you were about to die by his hands.
He doesn’t want it to be made worse. He’s lost too much to lose the Gatekeeper now.
“Come on.” The Helper says, nudging the Gatekeeper into action. “The Nurse said you should be resting, and you know she knows what she’s talking about.”
“If you could say that with less infatuation in your voice I’d be more inclined to believe you, you know?” The Gatekeeper says teasingly. “But you’re right—she’s right—I am tired. Maybe you could carry me?”
The Gatekeeper had collapsed when the Saint was killed. Dropped like a stone before any of them could catch him. It wasn’t as worrying as bursting into flames, but it was still terrifying.
The Helper had carried him to safety. Held on tightly to him—almost afraid he’d disappear in front of him, just like his dad had.
“Yeah, okay.”
And then he scoops him up.
It’s as easy to carry him as last time, but this time feels nicer. Less terrifying. Instead of being limp and unconscious in his arms, the Gatekeeper clings back to him immediately—his eyes widening in shock.
The Helper laughs. The Gatekeeper clearly wasn’t expecting the request to be taken seriously, but he doesn’t complain or ask to be put down and it’s—it’s nice.
It’s a short walk to the spare room, but the Gatekeeper is already dozing off. He lays him down in bed gently, but the Gatekeeper grabs his arm before he can leave.
“Wait, can you—can you stay?” He asks, his voice shaky with something the Helper would label as fear. “Please? Just until I fall asleep.”
“Okay.”
He was going to wait up until the Nurse got back from her shift, but that won’t be for a few more hours.
So, he gets into bed, but doesn’t lay down—unwilling to tempt sleep. Just sits there and lets the Gatekeeper curl up against him. It’s a bit of a tight fit, but he doesn’t mind. The closeness is nice, actually.
“Goodnight.” He cards a hand through the Gatekeeper’s hair. Like this, it’s hard to imagine he could be capable of murder. “Sleep well.”
“Thank you. Goodnight.”
The Gatekeeper falls asleep quickly, but the Helper doesn’t leave yet. It’s peaceful. And it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on the Gatekeeper’s health.
The Nurse had said he’ll probably need more time to recover than them, but she had also asked the Helper to tell her if he seemed to be getting worse.
He was his dad’s assistant before the Blacksmith’s, after all. And while he definitely doesn’t have the knack for it that the Nurse does, he thinks he could at least figure out if she needs to reassess his condition.
But the Gatekeeper seems fine for now, and he has a couple of hours to kill. So, he grabs the book on the bedside table that the Gatekeeper’s been reading through and starts reading it himself.
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hope you guys enjoyed \o/!! i'm happy to talk more about the au's details if anyone's curious
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Bartender Bakugo pt 2
Prt 1 ⬇️
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After about an hour of you two falling in and out of sleep Bakugo climbed out of bed and looked down at your still sleeping self smiling. He walked to the kitchen and started dicing up some chives, tomatoes, and onions. Throwing them into the beaten eggs before tossing it into a pan to make the worlds fluffiest omelet. You wake up in his empty bed confused but then you came into reality with the fresh scent of omelets flowing through the house. You followed your nose out of the bedroom and to the kitchen to see katsuki standing over the stove in a cliché ‘kiss the cook’ apron. “Mornin' princess, omelets? Not that you have a choice, both are almost done so….” “An omelet sounds really good right now” you say smiling. He passes you your plate and he sits down next to you. “Thanks for the food” You say in unison as you both take a bite. “Dude, a mixologist and chef? Crazy. What else can you do?” “We’ll see last night was you first time with me so I went easy on you and-“ you cut him off “NOT WHAT I MEANT KATSUKI” he smirked. This boy really does have a dirty mind. I met this man at a bar, we went back to his house, we fucked, and now I’m in his kitchen eating omelettes with him cracking jokes like a damn married couple. What the hell is going on. His phone began to ring. “Who the Fuck is calling me right now” he groaned picking up his phone. “God dammit” he scowled as he answered. “What the fuck do you want nerd- NO YOU CANT COME OVER- NO I DONT CARE IF SHITTY HAIR WANTS TO COME TOO NONE OF YOU ARE COMING TO MY DAMN HOUSE IM BUSY” katsuki was practically screaming into his phone before abruptly hanging up. “Stupid fucking deku” he grumbled putting his phone back down. You were trying to hold back your laughter but couldn’t help it as you bursted out laughing. “What’s so funny princess?” He said watching nearly fall out of your chair. “YOU- YOU JUST WENT FROM FUCKIN MR. COOL GUY OVER HERE TO SCREAMING AT SOMEONE ON THE PHONE FOR ASKING TO COME OVER I JUST- I CANT- YOU SWITCHED UP SO FAST!” You shouted laughing. “Shut up crazy woman, you don’t know what you’re talking about that guy deku is just so damn annoying” you could see katsuki trying to hold back a smile. “Such a hot head- its adorable” you say finally getting ahold of yourself. Bakugo turned beet red. “Hey! I am NOT adorable!” You smirked “You totally are” you stood up “you’re like a little Pomeranian” he stood up and you ran off with him chasing you. “AN ADORABLE LITTLE POMERANIAN” you shouted as he chased you. He caught up pretty quickly and scooped you up tossing you onto the couch. As he hovered over you he whispered. “Pomeranians bite ankles, I bite everywhere else” he said and you looked up at him, blushing as he towered over you. “Still think I’m adorable, pretty girl?” “I do, yes” you say smiling and nodding your head. “Tch, I’ll show you adorable” and right as he was about to kiss you a loud ass doorbell rings through the house. “What the FUCK” he groaned and got up. You heard bakugo mutter ineligible words of annoyance as he made his way to the front door as you sat on his couch giggling. “I wonder what he ordered” you think assuming that it was just a package delivery until you hear a voice “yo waddup Bakubro!” You immediately shrink into the shirt katsuki gave you to wear as you social anxiety immediately hit you. You didn’t have any makeup on, you weren’t in your regular cute clothes, your hair was probably a wreck. “Get out of here shitty hair” you could hear katsuki grumble. “No way man, I havnt seen you in like a week and we both know if I listened when you said no the gang would never be able to hang out.” “Come on kacchan it’ll be fun let’s watch a movie or something.” THERES MORE THAN ONE?? You thought as you shrunk deeper. Another voice pops up. “Yeah kacchan~ we never hang out anymore, you just do your stupid bartending gig. And keep to yourself. You never go out, you never hook up with girls like kirishima and I-“ “AYE I DIDNT SAY YOU COULD COME IN”
all of a sudden all the talking stops as 3 guys and one very angry katsuki bakugo are standing staring at you. “Yo bros are you seeing what I’m seeing- Bakugo actually has a girl over?” The one with spiked red hair not much different from bakugos asked. “I’m seeing it, and a pretty one at that” the one with yellow hair stepped forward. “Hey darling I’m kaminari what’s your name?” You start to breathe a bit heavy being overwhelmed. You’re picking at the fabric of the shorts in an effort to distract yourself and calm down and trying to avoid eye contact. Total fear taking in, your eyes start to well up. You’ve always been fine talking to people but only when you know it’s coming. Like at work you know you have to talk to parents at drop off and at pickup so you are able to prepare yourself. But currently you feel so exposed, like a deer in headlights. “Guys, leave her alone, she looks terrified” the boy with the green hair says calmly flashing you a smile in an attempt at reassurance. Bakugo can see everything going on. He can see the silent plead for help as you look at him tears threatening to fall. You are completely different from the girl he talked to last night and all morning. “Yo she’s wearing kacchans clothes! Did you guys fuck?!” The boy you now know as kaminari shouts excitedly. You wanted to get up and run away, you wanted to run and hide in the bathroom, you wanted to hide in bakugos shirt, you wanted to be in your bed under the covers safe and sound. You wanted to be anywhere but the position you are in right now. “Everybody leave. Now.” The vibe bakugo gave off when he said those lines made everyone pause. He was genuinely angry. Not his regular yelling and barking orders that you could tell his friends got their fair share of. This was a true moment of ‘fuck around and find out’ the room was silent. You were shaking. Near hyperventilating. The boys paused. And looked at bakugo. “Let’s go guys” The one with the red hair said. As they all shuffled out. Katsuki followed behind and once the door finally shut you broke into a full on sob. Why was kaminari so forward. Why was the green haired one staring at me for so long before even saying anything. Why did this have to be the first impression. Why did katsuki have to see me like this. I never let people see me like this. All the different thoughts were racing through your head. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. Then all of a sudden a hand fell gently on your shoulder and you jumped at the touch. You turn to see katsuki standing here looking down at you. You scurried away. “No, no I’m sorry, I embarrassed you in front of your friends, I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you pleaded in apologies.
“Y/n”
“Im so sorry bakugo I’ll leave, I won’t go to the bar I’ll give you back the clothes I-“
“y/n”
“I should’ve like hid in the bathroom the second I heard the other people I couldn’t move I’m sorry- I-“
“Y/N LISTEN TO ME”
Katsuki shouted and you fell silent
He walked over to you and picked you up off the floor. “I’m sorry, I should’ve closed the door the second I saw it was them, I should’ve told them that I had someone over, you didn’t do anything wrong and I don’t want you to go” he wiped your tears away with his thumbs and you looked up at him. “I’m sorry I’m not as cool as you thought I was” he was shocked. “Shut up crazy woman, you’re still just as cool as before. Still just as hot, still just as funny, still just as sweet, you got anxious. It happens.” “Any normal person wouldn’t stiff up an introduced themselves but I sat there shaking” you said with your head resting in his shoulder as he carried you back over to the couch “normal is boring”.
ANYWAYS HERES PART 2 I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO GO FROM HERE SO LIKE HELP GIVE ME IDEAS.
#bakugou x reader#bakugo#bakugou x female reader#bakugo smut#anime#my hero academia#boku no hero acedamia#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader smut
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IV. Bunny Cuddles
(inspired by this)
Legend wasn’t sure how it happened.
One moment, he and Ravio were their normal Hylian (or Lolian, in Ravio’s case) shapes. The next, they were both rabbits. The veteran hero bit back a groan at having to deal with this shit again.
...It wasn’t all bad, he supposed. At least the two of them were together when it happened, so there was no need to worry or go searching to find the other. And Ravio didn’t seem overly distressed by their predicament, so that was a bonus.
After a quick glance around to make sure nothing else had changed - they were still in the vegetable garden just by the backdoor, where they’d been deciding what to use for tonight’s dinner - Legend turned his full attention to his partner.
Ravio’s nose was quivering as it worked to process the sudden influx of new scents around them. His fur was a fluffy mess that shone a deep violet in the sunlight, and Legend could see the slightest hint of curls. He raised his head, causing the scarf draped over him to slip (and that was a bit strange, now that he thought about it, that it hadn’t shrunk down with him like Legend’s outer tunic did) and Legend realized his ears were floppy, not straight like his own.
A lop-eared rabbit. Cute.
“Link?” The merchant’s voice was slightly higher than his usual pitch, reminiscent of how he spoke back when they first met. Legend’s ear flicked at the memory. “Do you, um, know what just happened? Was it one of your items or something?”
Legend snorted and stomped a foot in annoyance before freezing. Oh, great. His instincts, usually able to be pushed into the background or ignored, were back in full with the transformation. He just hoped Wolfie wouldn’t be making an appearance any time soon. Goddesses know that wouldn’t go over well with anyone.
“Link?” Right, Ravio.
He sighed, sitting up to rub at his face. “Not one of my items, no. This... The first time I changed into this form was on my first adventure, in the Dark World. It took a while, but eventually I got a moon pearl, which allows me to stay hylian. Then it turns out the Rancher has a fun little item that changes whoever holds it into an animal that ‘reflects their soul’ or something.” He grimaced. “It only works on one person at a time, though. And Twilight’s not even out here, so I don’t know how either of us could have gotten our hands on it. Other than that, I don’t know.”
“Do you think that your moon pearl would be able to change us back?” Ravio asked, hopping closer.
“I’m not sure.” Legend frowned, thinking. “Even if it does, we’d have to get to it first. As we are, we’re not going to get very far without a whole lot of luck.”
Ravio hummed, pondering the situation. “Well... what about the other heroes? Wouldn’t one of them have something that could help? You said Mr. Wolf Hero was experienced with this sort of thing, surely he’d have an idea how to turn back?”
The veteran had to bite back the sudden urge to snarl, ears going flat as he dropped back to all fours. “I don’t want any of them seeing me like this! It’s bad enough Twilight and Sky know; if the Captain or the Champion, or heavens forbid, the Sailor found out I’d never hear the end of it-!”
His rant was cut off by Ravio nipping him chidingly on the nose. Legend jerked back, ears standing straight up in surprise as he stared at the merchant. Ravio only huffed and shuffled closer to press against him.
“I’m sure they’d be understanding if you told them,” he remarked. Legend grumbled some more but ultimately let it go. Ravio nuzzled him approvingly, and he slowly let himself relax. “It’ll be alright, honeybee. We’re not in any rush, and if it turns out someone else needs to make dinner tonight they can handle it.”
“You mean Wild can handle it.” Ravio giggled, ruffling the fur on Legend’s cheek.
They’d have to figure out what caused this and find a way to change back eventually, but Ravio was right; they weren’t in a hurry and the other heroes could handle themselves for one evening. Besides, the entire property, from the house to the garden to edge of the orchard, was warded to the Dark World and back. Nothing could get to them here, so there was no need to worry about predators- aside from Wolfie, and even then the big lug would probably just flop down and smother them over anything else now that he thought about it.
Legend nudged Ravio until the other moved, herding him towards a sheltered part of the garden. Safe or not, he’d feel better if they were out of sight of anything (or anyone) walking by. He circled the merchant a few times, making sure he really was doing alright, before he let himself settle. Tucking his paws under himself, he cuddled into his partner, who in turn nuzzled him again before beginning to groom his ears. Legend shivered at the sensation. Then his eyes fluttered shut and he began to purr, grinding his teeth softly in contentment.
꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ ⌒)ᦱ
The two of them stayed that way for hours, until the sun set and darkness fell over the land. Twilight came out to look for them only to find two sleepy bundles of fur, one pink and one purple, cuddled up together in the vegetable patch and purring just loud enough for hylian ears (or rather, wolf-enhanced hylian ears) to catch. He gave a soft smile at the sight, which quickly grew into a smirk as he darted back inside. He re-emerged a few moments later with Wild’s slate clutched firmly in hand.
Legend twitched at the sound of the shutter, but was too comfortable to care. He snuggled closer and fell back into a doze, content to cuddle the night away with his partner. Ravio snuffled, drifting deeper into sleep.
Twilight shook his head with a fond smile, hooking the slate on his belt and quietly kneeling down before the pair. Ever-so-gently, he removed his pelt and eased it around them before lifting it, freezing when one of them shifted before resettling.
He carried the bundle inside and up the stairs, fielding his brothers’ questions with a shake of his head. It took a moment of reshuffling to open the door without dropping his precious cargo and then he was setting it down on the bed before retreating.
He’d get the Master Sword in the morning. Or maybe one of those moon pearl things Legend and Four talked about. He was sure there was at least one lying around the house somewhere. For now, though, Twilight lifted the slate again and snapped a few more pictures before letting them be.
The hero- and merchant-turned-bunnies slept on, cozy and content in the quiet darkness of their room.
#moth’s tales#cuddles and wishes and bunny kisses#fanfiction#linked universe#linked universe fanfiction#lu legend#lu ravio#lu twilight#just at the end lmao#queerplatonic relationship#qpr legend x ravio
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Hi I hope you are well. I have a question for you. How do you think Desmond would react being flung back to Rome, 1500 (AC Brotherhood) shortly before Ezio arrived? Extra layer is he is sixteen again.
SAY LESS OMG but I kind of want Ezio to find Desmond right as he gets flung back when hes the most confused and still figuring everything out. For drama!
"Desmond, don't listen to her! She wants to trick you!" Minerva called out.
"If I don't the world will burn!" I countered.
"Better to burn then unleash her onto it."
Juno spoke up. "Desmond, this is the only way!"
She was right. The world was crumbling around us, the earth shook violently, nearly throwing me to the ground. There was no other choice. I needed to stop this.
I turned to my friends. "Get as far away as you can!"
My dad grabbed my shoulder. "No, we'll find another way-"
I cut him off. "There's no time. Go now!" I yelled at them.
He gave me a pained look; I could tell he wanted to argue, to drag me from the temple, but we both knew. I needed to do this, so the earth would be saved, so they would be saved.
He gave me one final hug, before quickly turning to push Rebecca and Shaun out of the temple.
I turned back to the eye.
"Don't do this Desmond!" Minerva cried.
"You have to!" Juno shouted.
I took a deep breath, hovering my hand over the eye. I knew I wasn't getting out of this; this was the end of my story.
"I'm sorry Minerva." I pressed my hand down on the eye.
The last thing I heard was Minerva crying out "Wait Desm-"
I was enveloped in pain; I felt my body burning from the inside out. My hand tried to pull away from the eye, but I couldn't. My hand was stuck to the eye.
Everything around me began to fade away. Soon even the pain faded away. I was left with nothing, floating in an emptiness forever.
I don't know how long I stayed like that, but soon a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere spoke up.
"No, it's not right. He needs more time." The voice echoed. It sounded old, older than the earth. Older than the stars.
A new voice spoke up, but this one sounded like a young child, full of innocence and purity. "Then change it."
"But what to do with him?" The old voice asked.
"Put him with something familiar, he deserves it after all."
The old voice hummed in thought. "I know, how about this?"
With that, my entire world change, I could see, smell, and fuck feel again. While the void was peaceful, it wasn't me.
I gasped clutching my side, as I doubled over. My hand connected with stone. I felt like I had just woken up from a millennia long nap, my limbs felt numb. I looked down at my hand on the stone beneath me. It felt familiar?
I looked up, I was in an alleyway. Just outside of the alley was a bustling market. Everyone was dressed like it was the 1500s. Was this some kind of renaissance fair?
I looked down at my body, I was still in my jeans and hoodie, but they either grew, or I shrunk.
"What happened?" I muttered to myself. My voice was raspy like I hadn't drunken water for a month. I looked down at my body, something was different. I noticed my limbs were lankier and more awkward. I was also much skinnier and shorter than before. I also noticed my hair was longer, much longer. It covered my eyes making it slightly difficult to see.
Just then someone walked past the alley. His voice grabbed my attention.
"Machiavelli, we need the trust of the people."
I froze, looking up. It couldn't be...
Just a few feet ahead of me, was Ezio Auditore, speaking to Machiavelli. I blinked, then blinked again.
"Ezio?" I muttered out loud. It was barely audible.
Ezio glanced down the alley, his eyes landing on me. He quickly whispered something to Machiavelli before starting towards me.
My mind was racing. What do I do? Do I run, do I scream, do I ignore him?
before I could figure out what to do, he was in front of me, he crouched down next to me.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked.
"U-um, yeah, j-just fell..."
"That cut doesn't look like a fall." He said while pointing to my lip.
I was suddenly aware of the pain on the left side of my face. I reached up a hand, wincing as I felt the cut. It was fresh, it then dawned on me. This was the same cut that I got when I was sixteen. But how had it reopened?
"I'll be fine." I said as I tried to stand up. I had to use the wall for support. My legs nearly gave out from under me.
Ezio quickly pressed a hand against my back, steading me.
"Your clothes are... different. Not from here?"
I silently cursed. If I was right and this was the 1500s, of course they wouldn't have jeans and hoodies.
"Um, no." I said as I began to make my way out of the alley.
Ezio stood in front of me before I could get any farther. "That cut does not look good, you should see a doctor."
I reached up a hand, blood continued to poor out of the cut, making me lightheaded. I should go to a doctor, but I had no money.
"I don't have money." I mumbled.
Ezio glanced around. "Well, I'm new to the city as well, so why don't we go meet up with my friend and find a doctor."
I paused for a moment. Walking with Ezio and Machiavelli could allow me to clear my head and help me figure out what the hell was going on.
I decided to take Ezio up on his offer, I nodded.
"Alright, c'mon." Ezio said while leading me out of the alley back towards Machiavelli, who was looking rather impatient.
Machiavelli, stood with his arms crossed, while tapping his foot.
"Are you finally done?" He asked impatiently.
Ezio just sighed. "Do you know where a doctor is, he's injured."
Machiavelli looked me up and down, clearly staring at my clothes.
I fumbled with my sleeve. I was now suddenly aware of the fact that my hidden blade had come with me, and the only thing that was hiding it was my sleeve.
He sighed, turning back to Ezio. "None that the Borgia will let us use."
"So, the Borgia's word is law now?" Ezio asked.
"What are you implying?"
While they talked, I looked at my surroundings. It was a crowded market near a blacksmith. I glanced to the other side, looking up. I saw a large Borgia tower looming nearby.
"And how would you even remove their influence?" Machiavelli demanded.
I spoke up. "Kill the captain, burn down the tower." I said while pointing to the nearby tower.
They both stared at me.
Ezio spoke up first. "I like his thinking." He said with a grin.
"Ezio, you can't possibly be considering this."
"I'm not considering it; I've already decided I'm going to do it." Ezio stated while beginning to make his way towards the tower.
"Do you even have a plan?" Machiavelli demanded.
"I'm improvising." He said with a shrug.
Once we made it over to the tower, Ezio turned to me.
"Kid, stay with Machiavelli."
I nodded, to tired and lightheaded to argue.
I sat down, leaning against the stable wall, I watch as Ezio disappeared into a crowd of people. Once I could no longer see him, I leaned my head against the stable wall, trying to stop my head from spinning.
What was even happening, based on my appearance, I had a pretty good hunch I was somehow sixteen again. I was also back in the 1500s. What was I going to do? Had I saved the world? Was this Minerva's doing? I had so many questions.
Machiavelli spoke up, breaking me out of my thoughts. "What's your name?"
I opened my eyes to look up at him, "Desmond."
His eyes widened a bit. "...Desmond?"
I nodded. "Hey, are you sure that there isn't a doctor nearby."
He was about to say something, but a loud explosion sounded from inside of the Borgia area.
I looked over to see Ezio leaping from a burning building into a cart full of hay.
Everyone was rushing around, panicking from the loud sound and fire. One of the Borgia guards came running out yelling "The captains dead!"
Ezio walked over to us. "I don't think the Borgia will give us any more trouble."
I stood up, bracing myself against the wall. "I think my unconscious body will give you some trouble if we don't find a doctor." I stated dryly.
Ezio looked over his shoulder, he scanned the area before his eyes lit up. "Look there's a doctor over there, let's get you patched up." He stated while helping me walk down the street.
After a long hour at the doctor, and me adamantly refusing to allow letches anywhere near me. I could finally leave.
I walked out into the street with Ezio, Machiavelli had left shortly after we made it to the doctor.
Ezio turned to me. "I never caught your name by the way."
"Desmond." I stated.
Ezio froze. "What?"
"My name is-" Then it hit me.
I silently cursed my scrambled memory. Desmond was the name Minerva spoke, the name that Desmond had thought about for most of his life.
I quickly cleared my throat. "u-um we should go find me some new clothes. my shirt is drenched in blood." I stated desperately hoping to change the topic.
I began to walk around looking for a tailor, but Ezio grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back to him.
Normally Ezio would only be about two inches taller than me. But now I was a scrawny teenager. Ezio now loomed over me, and he was quite intimidating.
"Your name is Desmond?" He questioned.
I swallowed, "Y-yeah, f-family name." I stuttered out.
He gave me a look before letting go of my shoulder. "We should go find a tailor to get you some new clothes."
I sighed, relaxing my shoulders a bit. "Yeah, we should." I said while turning away from him and beginning to make my way down the street.
I would have to be more careful with what I tell him now.
We quickly found a tailor. It was a small shop with not a lot of items, but it would have to do.
I bought a shirt, and pants that actually fit me. As I was getting changed, I looked down at my arm, and I nearly passed out.
Underneath my hidden blade, my hand and most of my forearm was completely blackened out. I quickly took off the hidden blade, to examine my arm closer. This was the hand that I had pressed onto the eye. On my knuckles were tiny circles with lines running up my arm.
I cursed, how the hell was I going to hide this. With my hoodie, it was way larger than me so I could use the sleeve to hide my arm. But now these clothes actually fit. I could hide the hidden blade, but not the discoloration. Ezio was already suspicious of me because my name was Desmond.
I sighed; guess I would just have to get some gloves and hope I can hide it until then.
I quickly strapped my blade back to my wrist, before pulling on my shirt and pants. They were quite comfortable actually.
I sighed, preparing myself. I walked out of the small dressing room. Ezio was waiting for me, chatting with the tailor.
I angled my arm so he couldn't see it. Once Ezio spotted me, he quickly walked over to me, grining.
"Now those clothes actually fit you." He stated.
I smiled, "Where too next?"
Ezio looked outside, "It is getting late, I was going to go meet up with Machiavelli. Do you have some where to stay?"
I pursed my lips. looking down at the ground.
Ezio seemed to understand. "Here, why don't I bring you with me to go meet up with Machiavelli until we find you some place to stay?"
I nodded. This way I could hopefully figure out more, and if all goes to hell, I could just find a way to convince Ezio to train me.
"Alright, let's go." Ezio stated, while directing me out of the tailor's
(This is so random but the 2 voices that were speaking right after Desmond touched the eye were meant to be the physical representations of time and wisdom, you guys can guess which is which)
#assassin's creed#desmond miles#ezio auditore#assassins creed brotherhood#machiavelli#silly desmond#time travel au
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Steddie Week Day 2:
Bittersweet / Fluff and/or angst/ Fade to Black Metallica
There are some people you could know for a day and feel as though you’d known them for a lifetime. Eddie Munson was one of those people. At least, as far as Steve was concerned.
If they’d been different people at different times, he and Eddie could’ve known each other for a small lifetime. There were daydreams in the months after his death where Steve imagined a world where they’d grown up together. In a way, they had grown up together or at least, they’d grown up in each other’s periphery.
Steve thought about Eddie more in his death than he had in his life. He remembered all the parts of their parallel childhoods he’d wished he could forget.
He was twelve when Eddie first moved to Hawkins. He’d sported oversized shirts and jeans with holes in the knees. He’d been so small back then. They’d been the same height, but Steve had adapted the habit of taking up space at an early age. Eddie wouldn’t gain the knack for another three years.
The following summer, Eddie shaved his head. Steve had been resting on the grass outside the town pool, Tommy at his elbow, when he noticed the boy pass his way, likely heading for the library down the street.
Eddie never seemed like much of a swimmer, though he had managed to brave the blackness of Lovers’ Lake to save his ass, so maybe Steve was assuming. There were parts of Eddie’s past that’d forever be a mystery to him.
“Who’d have thought the freak shaving his mane would make him look more like a girl,” Tommy had commented, in the way of a teenage boy who only knew how to be big by making others feel small.
Steve tilted his head back and found his eyes locked with the kid, the freak, Eddie Munson. The cut made his wide brown eyes look bigger and his features rounder. He almost looked pretty.
“Careful, he might have a thing for you, Steve. Creep’s staring long enough,” Tommy jeered, loud enough for Eddie to hear. The kid shrunk back into himself and kept walking.
Steve lay back in the grass, examining Tommy’s freckled face for a moment before sliding on his sunglasses. Even then, he’d known Tommy was an asshole.
“You stare at me all the time, Hagen. You got something you wanna share with the class.”
Steve hadn’t meant anything by it. He never thought before he spoke. An offhanded bitchy comment had been a dime a dozen back in those days. Tommy usually knew how to roll with the punches, but not with that.
He heard a muffled chuckle drift downwind on the breeze, trailing in Eddie’s wake.
“I’m not a queer, Harrington,” Tommy spat, too fast, too defensive.
“Never said you were. All I was saying is I keep feeling like I’ve got shit on my face when you’re around, how much you stare.”
“Shit on your face would be an improvement from your ugly ass mug,” Tommy mumbled before laying back down beside Steve, whatever strange tension that’d passed between them long since gone.
He and Eddie wouldn’t cross paths again in a noticeable way until Steve’s life went to shit. Eddie and Steve ran in similar circles when it came to parties. The guy was always hanging on the periphery. Nancy, the one person holding Steve’s life together in any meaningful manner up until that point, called him bullshit, and he’d turn tail and ran.
Even now he wasn’t sure why he’d done it. His insides had twisted into a ball of twine at the base of his gut, and he hadn’t decided if he wanted to punch something or burst into tears. He didn’t know which response was preferable. He’d run out the back door straight into Eddie Munson of all people. He’d ploughed right into the man’s chest. He’d smelled of cigarette smoke and weed.
“Woah, Harrington. Where’s the fire?” Eddie spoke, his hands held up in a placating manner. Steve hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone, but in retrospect, he wished he’d stayed.
Instead, he’d set his eyes on his shoes and shoved his way past Eddie, not wanting the boy to see him cry. If he’d stayed, it could’ve been the start of something. If he’d just talked to Eddie, maybe they would’ve had more time together. Even if in every story, in every lifetime, Eddie was destined to die in the spring of 1986, they would’ve had a few good years.
Then there was the time they’d skipped gym, a few days after Billy Hargrove did a number on his face. Steve hadn’t planned on skipping. He sure as hell didn’t want to be there with Billy kicking him while he was down, but skipping hadn’t crossed his mind. Eddie had other plans.
They’d been running a warm-up lap around the basketball court when it happened. For once, Steve was sticking to the back of the pack, trying to keep his head down and keep the hell out of the new King of Hawkins’ High’s way.
To his surprise, Eddie Munson was at his side in a flash, running shoulder to shoulder with him as though this were a current occurrence, as though they were born to run beside each other. Their strides were the same length, and they ran in tandem.
Eddie had done some growing up. He’d learnt how to make himself seem bigger, and Steve was trying desperately not to stand out. By that time, they’d grown into each other. It’d been a good time for them to become friends. They wouldn’t, but if Steve were to choose any day, that would be the one they’d come closest.
“Harrington, follow my lead,” Eddie spoke in a breathless whisper.
Before Steve had the chance to ask what was going on, the boy careened into him, sending them both tumbling to the court floor.
“Son of a bitch,” Eddie cursed. The thud of two bodies colliding and Eddie’s overdramatised wail drew the attention of the coach.
Eddie cradled his ankle and continued to curse. Steve looked at the boy with wide-eyed alarm.
“You okay?” He asked, moving closer, resting his hand on Eddie’s knee. His elbow smarted from where he’d landed but with the rest of his body in near-constant pain from Billy’s beating, one more small ache didn’t make much difference.
Eddie looked up for long enough to shoot Steve a wink and a shit-eating grin before attempting to get up. His ankle buckled, and he toppled back to the floor.
“I think it's sprained,” Eddie observed.
“Munson, go to the nurse’s office. Harrington, make sure he doesn’t kill himself on the way,” the coach spat, sick of the theatrics. Steve blinked owlishly at Eddie before nodding and slinging the boy’s arm over his shoulder, guiding him into the hall.
“My hero,” Eddie chuckled when they were out of earshot.
Steve rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist cautiously.
“There’s gotta be a better way to get out of gym than breaking your own ankle,” Steve observed, only to be on the receiving end of one of Eddie’s manic fits of laughter. He pulled back from Steve and put his full weight on his ankle, walking as smoothly as ever.
“All an act, Harrington. Drama is the only subject my ass is acing. I was just going to do a runner like I do every day, but you looked too miserable to leave alone.”
Steve blinked disbelievingly at Eddie.
“Why would you help me?” Steve had been a grade-A asshole to people like Eddie for most of his life. He hadn’t been able to fathom why the boy had noticed his mood and decided to do something about it.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Eddie smirked and nudged Steve’s shoulder as the two continued down the hall. Steve still couldn’t understand why Eddie had done it. Now, Eddie was dead, so he’d never know.
Steve didn’t have to imagine what Eddie looked like dying. He’d seen it. He’d kneeled beside the boy, listened to Dustin’s sobs and went pale-faced when he’d seen how many pieces of Eddie were missing.
He could hardly remember what he’d said to Eddie. He’d covered the boy’s wounds as best he could, attempted to move Dustin back from the massacre at their feet and tried to keep Eddie calm. He kept telling the boy he was going to be okay, all the while knowing he was lying.
He kept trying to move Eddie, but every time he did, the boy would scream in pain and the growing pool of blood would swell. There was so much blood under the red sky that it looked like the earth itself was bleeding. Steve felt like the world was cracking in two with the idea of losing the boy he’d hardly gotten to know, yet one he also knew so well.
“Steve,” He’d recalled Eddie saying, his voice strangely calm for the situation. Steve reminded himself of Eddie’s A in drama, of his acting prowess.
“You remember that afternoon in gym, when you pretended to sprain your ankle and we spent the day smoking under the bleachers?” Steve recalled, trying to keep him distracted.
Eddie gave a small smirk. It was the same smug grin he’d shot Steve’s way half a dozen times across the almost decade they’d half-known each other. This time, his teeth were tinged with blood.
“Yeah, I remember,” Eddie spoke, his voice too strained, his too-long hair caked in dirt and blood.
“How do I look right now?” Steve asked as he desperately tried to hold together Eddie’s bleeding side.
He pulled the boy to his feet, placing his shoulder under Eddie’s armpit. Steve wasn’t sure when they’d learned to speak the same language, but somehow Eddie knew what he wanted to say.
“Miserable,” Eddie mused, wincing as Steve tried to drag him. He attempted to pull Eddie into his arms, but he couldn’t get a good grip, his fingers slipping, still sticky with blood.
“Then don’t leave me alone,” Steve hissed, pressing his face against the boy’s hair, trying and failing to gain any real traction.
Steve had never wanted anything so badly as he’d wanted to save Eddie.
Steve had never been so certain someone was going to die.
He felt Eddie’s hand reach up blindly, his eyes glazed over, looking without seeing. Steve dipped his head, placing his cheek into the boy’s palm, seeming to know what Eddie had hoped to do.
“My hero,” He breathed, this time with no hint of sarcasm. Eddie’s hand dropped from his face as a leaf drops from a tree come fall.
Unlike every other moment in Eddie’s life, his death was quiet.
#steddieweek2023#steddieweekprompts#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#steddie ficlet#stranger things#bittersweet#angst#day 2#tw homophobia#I think this is the first fic#I've ever actually written with Eddie's death#I'm still in denial#metalhoops writes
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Expectations When Expecting (Prologue)
Chapter 7
Chapter 8:
It was an ungodly hour (which for her was anything before seven)when she shot up out of the bed, rushing to the bathroom. Since before the sun came up, she'd been positioned over the toilet bowl, hating everything.
She was shaking and struggling to breathe with the intense waves of nausea that overtook her frail body. She was entirely unaware of how long she'd been there. She groaned, feeling the temperatures drop to freezing, telling her that there was currently a ghost behind her.
"Hehehe..." Came the eerie giggle of a ghost, making her gag again.
"Not in the mood... ugh." She weakly stated. Whoever was there remained quiet for a moment before an awkward apology was muttered.
"We, uh... we wanted to remind you that your cleaning duties started soon. Should we come back, or?"
"Gimme a few minutes..." She grumbled, turning to watch the three sheepish ghosts leave her to her mistery. It took them about three minutes before she heard a panicked yelp from Grim and she groaned aloud.
"Really?!"
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Only slightly before she felt okay enough to walk, she had to get up from her spot and yell at the troublemakers. The ghosts floated sheepishly while Grim huffed, avoiding eye contact.
"Boys... It's early and you've already managed to set something on fire! What is wrong with you?!" She growled.
"Hmph! Well ya can't blame me! We gotta get rid of those things for good!"Grim shrunk slightly at the sheer strength of her menacing aura, flinching when she gave an annoyed growl.
The tense atmosphere seemed to dispel rather quickly when the creaking of the ramshackle dorm's door cut through the air like a knife.
"Good morning, Miss Yuu. Did you sleep well?" A familiar posh tone resounded, the school's resident bird-man slinking through the open door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere.
"Not at all! When I sprawled out on the bed, the mattress fell right through the frame! Exactly how ramshackle IS this dorm? And worse yet, I got woken up by ghosts!" Grim complained.
"I slept great! If you call waking up at god-knows-when to the most horrible feeling in the world." She snapped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"A-ah! Well, it's understandable given your circumstances. I suppose it's only natural, after all! I've brought you both food, if you're up for it!" Crowley lifted a bag, a peace offering to quell her wrath.
"Now! Let us move on and discuss your assignment for today." He stated, showing off the plates of food that he'd bought for her and Grim. It was a classic school lunch from her middle school. Two small, very drowned maple pancakes, a carton of milk, a strawberry yogurt with granola and an apple. It was meager, but still, better than nothing.
She sighed in defeat, sitting down. "Thank you for this. I'm sorry if I get a little scary... Mood swings and all." She grabbed a yogurt cup from the three that Crowley had set on the table, peeling off the aluminum cover.
"Ah! Yes, of course! Because I am a thoughtful headmage, I have also brought you some bananas and ginger tea, given my assumption of morning sickness being a potential struggle." He stated, setting a warm foam cup down in front of her, and a banana. Yuu's eyes widened at the surprisingly thoughtful act, tears slightly forming in her eyes.
"Thank- thank you." She looked down, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes before they could cascade down her cheeks. She added the crunchy granola into her yogurt cup, mixing it thoroughly as she had during her youth. She grabbed the plastic spoon, scooping the pink strawberry yogurt into her mouth, letting the flavor linger in her mouth. She'd been craving strawberries.
After a moment, she looked up at Crowley, who was smiling in amusement at her. "Shall we go over what your tasks are now, Miss Yuu?"
"Yes, of course." She responded, ignoring the loud slurping sounds that came from her gremlin of a cat.
Crowley cleared his throat, before beginning. "Your job today is to clean the campus." Yuu choked on a pancake. "That said, the campus is vast, and without magic, it'd be quite the Herculean task to clean it all.
Therefore, today I'll have you focus on the area spanning from the front gates to the library." He finished, sliding the milk carton to a still coughing Yuu.
She took it gratefully, taking a gulp. Once the coughing subsided, she looked up. "You could have started with that first, my god." She gasped out.
"Apologies." Crowley chirped, not too apologetically. "Additionally, Miss Yuu... I do expect that you'll keep a close eye on Grim, lest he cause another incident like yesterday." He finished. She looked up at him, sighing. So I have two jobs. Great.
"Alright, fine. But I can't promise too much, you hear?" She gave in.
"Do not fail me. You may take your lunch in the cafeteria. I eagerly await the fruits of your labor." Crowley stated as Grim's ear twitched, making him look up.
"I ain't cleanin' nothin'!" The cat monster huffed. "I'm here to study magic so I can be blastin' off spells left and right! Like BAM! POW! FWOOM!" He announced. Yuu narrowed her eyes, and spoke in a flat, stern voice. A warning.
"Now, Grim. You're helping me clean. End of discussion."
"Yipes!" Grim flinched at her glare.
"Okay!" She stood, grabbing her banana. "Let's just head to the front gate for now." Grim gave an indignant huff, complying nonetheless. This was going to be a long day.
Chapter 9
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sorry that all of my posts lately have been about literally nothing but i am seething with rage rn so i’m posting
i’m assuming all of us in the g/t circle know about Fern Gully. It’s one of, if not in my personal opinion, the greatest g/t movies ever made. My sister and i used to watch it every time we drove somewhere on these cheap little screens you could attach to the back of a car seat so you could watch movies. We watched it on a weekly basis. It is one of my favorite movies of all time and it’s not just the rose tinted glasses: i can absolutely understand that some of my favorite movies absolutely suck while actively enjoying it (looking at you Strange Magic), but Fern Gully is genuinely such a good movie. the voice acting (mostly thanks to Robin Williams and Tim Curry), worldbuilding, characters, pacing, the soundtrack and animation especially, it’s all incredible. it holds a special place in my heart.
that being said i just learned that there’s a Fern Gully 2 and it absolutely sucks balls.
rant under cut
really i’ve never had a harder time sitting through a movie, and that’s saying a lot since i just mentioned how much i actually enjoy Strange Magic, which is a notoriously hard to watch movie.
In Fern Gully 2 the pacing sucks, every character is butchered, Batty is kinda like how he was in the first movie, but without Robin William’s delivery he feels like an entirely different character, every bit of world building is chucked out the window, i’ve never seen a more nonsensical plot in my life, there’s these 3 baby animals and the movie can’t decide if it wants them to be able to talk or not, and the budget drop is so obvious it’s painful. the only even mildly enjoyable part of this movie is a short lived gospel number Batty sings for no goddamn reason, but i can’t get mad at it for being totally out of place cause it was the only bit that made me smile even a little.
also it’s in Australia?? I get that the first movie had a kangaroo and like 3 shots of a platypus, but other than that it was kinda just an ambiguous rainforest. No one in the first movie sounded Australian. Even if it was in Australia, I guess you could reason that the fairies didn’t have to have the same accents as the humans, right? Maybe Zak (the human guy that gets shrunk: remember him for later in this rant) was from America but was working in Australia? The two guys who sit in the machine throughout the movie are certainly the peak of American stereotypes. But when the first human and villain (he’s a poacher so basically the villain from Tarzan if he was written worse) of Fern Gully 2 is introduced, he is so violently stereotypically Australian that it’s genuinely jarring when he says his first line.
then we meet his boss who…isn’t Australian. Actually, he kinda looks like a short and fat Hitler.
But whatever, maybe the boss is from out of town, too, like Zak. but NO. we then proceed to meet two more humans who are confirmed to live in Australia with American Accents. PICK A LANE MOVIE. Either set the movie in Australia but give no one accents, or give everyone an accent, you can’t just ONLY GIVE ONE GUY AN ACCENT. HOW THE HELL CAN HE DEVELOP A REGIONAL ACCENT IF NO ONE ELSE IN HIS REGION SOUNDS LIKE THAT??
They’re also both such a massive step down from Hexus. Hexus, aka Tim Curry goo, is one of my favorite villains of all time (Toxic Love is a hard song and scene in general to beat), but he had a purpose. He was representing the dangers and evils of human greed and power. He was a very literal force of chaos and destruction. The entire reason he had power to destroy the forest was because of humans, and that’s a massive part of the movie’s theme and moral.
In Fern Gully 2, these two jackasses want money for selling baby animals. That’s it. And it’s not even really the fairies who stop them: it’s a human girl and her Grandpa who Pips met. The entire symbolic thing from the first movie of Zak having to learn from his mistakes and turn on a goal he once had worked towards is gone. In the first movie, it was equally Zak, Crysta, and the rest of the fairies who trapped Hexus again. In this movie, the fairies are powerless (which they say like 100 times), the humans are doing their best but it’s not doing much, and the only reason the movie turns out ok is cause Crysta shows up for a literal Deus Ex Machina at the very end. It’s so fucking infuriating.
Also, back to Zak: he’s not in this. Like, not even mentioned. There’s one instance of “humans dont know the harm they do to the forest” “well remember some humans do” but that was just foreshadowing the human we meet in this movie who sucks. How can these fairies, who in the first movie believed that humans were fucking extinct, completely forget about the only human they have ever met? Crysta, who by the way isn’t even the main character anymore, never brings him up. Pips (the jerky red haired fairy with the beetle posse), who spends most of the movie around another human and who is the new main character (and maybe the only returning voice actor from the first one), never mentions him. Also, there’s just a FUCKING TOWN NEAR THE FOREST. A TOWN.
remember this shot from the first movie?
yeah apparently it missed AN ENTIRE DAMN CARNIVAL??
Pips, Batty, and the beetle boys take LESS THAN A DAY TO FLY THERE. FUCK THIS MOVIE. SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS MOVIE.
i could go off on more about how the human in this movie (Budgie, which is a stupid ass name) sucks, and now Pips just strolls up to her like “hey” and she’s like “woah a fairy, i’m so shocked you’re real…and now i’m over it, let’s go hang out.” I could also go off about how in the first movie, the entire reason Zak gets shrunk is because Crysta tried to use a spell to make him see her, but accidentally said “size” instead of “sight,” meaning that canonically in this universe, humans can’t see fairies without that spell. So when Pips just waltzes up to the first human he sees, she shouldn’t be able to see him, but whatever. I could also rant about how they made Crysta so disinteresting that she’s probably in less than a third of the film. I could also rant on the three main baby animals who i hate with a burning passion and i was rooting for at least one of them to die throughout the whole movie, but I have homework i need to be doing and grades that are due this friday, i just decided to rant instead of doing stuff lol
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Coord Breakdown: January 30th, 2024
A rather fancy look to go shopping today. It's my first time wearing this blouse and I'm sooooo happy with it! Full coord comments under the cut.
Blouse + jabot: Lilizi
Skirt: Fanplusfriend
Bracelets: Offbrand (Rainbow)
Boots: Offbrand (Betsey Johnson)
Earrings: Offbrand (Spirit Halloween)
Hairbow that you can't see from the front but I swear it's real: Offbrand (???)
I love this coord, and especially the blouse, so much!! Purple is my favorite color and I am quite the fancy goth, so when I saw this blouse on Lolibrary I absolutely fell in love with it. When I got some Christmas money, I splurged and bought it through 42Lolita's Buy For Me service. It was my first time using 42Lolita and it was pretty nice tbh! Very easy, lovely customer service, shipping was relatively fast. Of course the shipping cost wasn't exactly the cheapest in the world, but... well... you know how it is with shipping as an overseas lolita lmao. Anyway, the blouse itself is comfortable and very well made, and seems surprisingly durable. Absolutely gorgeous, 10/10.
The skirt's been a favorite of mine for a long time now, after buying it off Lace Market a few years ago. It's a beautiful black satin damask with tiny black rhinestones on the lace trim, and I'm nothing if not a lover of glam, so of course I'm all about that shit. The skirt definitely pairs really well with the blouse!
The boots I found at a thrift store a few months ago for about $13, iirc. They're nubuck leather. They're kind of hard to see here, but here's a picture of another pair in their original form from a Depop listing:
Now, I thought that they were simply very worn and dirty, and with a little TLC would be revived to a vibrant purple with uncrushed pleats. No. No, apparently these are simply "distressed". As a punk I think the concept of making expensive items and faking them to look worn out is fucking stupid (at least distress them yourself, goddamn it! Don't do it in the factory!), so I took it upon myself to un-distress them using some Angelus leather dye. This was my first time dyeing shoes, and the color came out gorgeous! Unfortunately I put on way the hell too much, so between that and all the work and rubbing alcohol it took to get rid of the excess dye, I... think they dried up and shrunk a bit... But wearing them a few times softened them up. I'll probably look into treating them with some leather conditioner when I get the chance.
As for the eyeshadow, it's all Juvia's Place as usual, a combination of the Violets palette and the black from the Saharan palette. Typically I put the darkest shade on the inside corner of my eye and give it a sharp unblended edge in a vaguely tradgoth look, but I wanted my makeup to be a bit less harsh for this coord, so I instead put the darkest color on the outside and blended it all like a normal person. I think it looks cute!
I'm also wearing a nice black satin hairbow my best friend gave me for my birthday. It has a nice delicate, old-timey look. She's made a tradition of giving me a black hair bow every year, because one time she gave me one and I accidentally lost it and she refuses to let me live it down and keeps jokingly buying me more black bows "to replace the one you left on the goddamn train". Love her!!
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Poor behaviour PT2
Summery : You’re being grounded and scolded by Dr Lecter, the man who raised you like his own daughter, You act defiant and strong, behaving poorly. But what’s that going to get you ?
Warnings : None ???
Part 1
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It's been four days since your eyes met your father's. Four days since you last felt safe and secure. You started wondering whether he actually cared about you. How could he look so okay ?
You tossed your head back over your pillow and closed your eyes. you were starting to regret getting so worked up and behaving the way you did. You didn't really understand it yourself.
And Hannibal, Damn..That man was a mystery to you. He acted so normally around you. He still shouted your name lightly to come join him at the dinner table and he still cited every element he put in the food. The only different thing was his tone. Cold, blank, heartless. You hated it with all your guts.
Unaware of the presence in your room up until now, you jolted up as a chill ran up your spine. How long has he been there ?
"Can't you knock ?" You spat out to no reponse. And while silence reigned, you both eyed eavh other up and down, taking in every single
He was standing a bit furthur from the door, one hand was in his pocket while the other hung at his waist. He was starting to forgive you.
"I see you haven't learned your lesson, Y/n."
Or not.
You sighed, rolling your eyes as you brought the pillow behind you over your belly. You clenched it tight, as for now, it was your only shield from the man in front you. And just as you were starting to tense up, Hannibal started striding towards your bed, taking light aimless steps forward as his eyes jumped from one thing to the other. He was taking everything in, discreetly.
"And why would i respect you if you do not respect me, Hm ?" Amusement danced in the doctor's voice, causing a lump to sit in your throat, again.
You rubbed your eyes, a burning sensation "Go away " your harsh request came out as a whimper. And you leaned into yourself even more. "Just get the fuck out "
"That’s not a nice thing to say, y/n, nor is it an elegant one" He noted as he made a step closer to you. "When is this temper tantrum going to end?”
You got up on your bed and placed yourself in front of him. “When you fucking react, Hannibal.” You raised your voice, but regretted it immediatly when you realized how disrespectful that was. You dropped your gaze down and lifted it up just as quickly.
“Have you finished ?” Your adoptive father looked down at you again, his head slightly cocked to the side.
No ? You weren’t. But your body shrunk under his stare. And you couldn’t get any words out.
“Have you finished, Y/n ?” Hannibal leaned his back downwards, coming closer to your face and you just breathed in a wave of shame, once more.
You couldn’t get any words out, but that only angered him more, as he grabbed your chin and pulled it up harshly.
“Have. You. finish-”
“Yes” You whimpered. “I’m sorry, yes.” You closed your eyes, clenching them tighter as your cheeks stung again.
“Apology accepted.” The doctor let go of your chin and relief coursed through your body before he marched to your bed, sitting down on the edge of the latter. He patted the space beside him, motioning for you to sit down as well.
You obeyed.
“From now on, When i ask a question, you answer, Yes ?”
You nodded, quickly blabbering a “YES, yes” out when he tilted his head. He just said to answer.
“When i react about what ?” He asked.
You just stared at him, fighting the sob that prevented you from breathing properly.
“I aske-”
You shuddered, bursting into sobs, cutting him off, to which he only sighed in response, fueling the fire inside.
“I’m s-orr-y i just never mea-meant to be m-mean, you’re more than a p-parent you’re my whole f-fam”
“Y/n, please pull your hands away from your mouth, i coud only discern a few words.”
You slowly lowered your hands down, eyeing the man, fully confused at how he could speak in such a calm and low voice while your whole world felt like it was ending.
“Why do you not s-s-sound angry at me ?” You asked, hiccuping medially.
Your father sighed again and you held your breath in. “I am not angry, Y/n.”
You breathed out.
“I may be dissapointed in your approach to get my attention and in your crude choice of words but i am not angry.” Hannibal took a hold of your chin again, but unlike last time, he pulled it ever so gently.
Your eyes met and you could feel a bit of love flashing through them.
“Should the earth sink to it’s deepest core, your place in my heart will never be taken by anyone else. And although i may not show it often-”
“I don’t know what it is, but you often isn’t the word i’d use.” You joked, earning a gentle giggle from him before he continued.
“i love you. And i am aware you didn’t mean to hurt me yesterday.”
so you did hurt him.. You abruptly jumped to the side, wrapping your arms toghtly around your adoptive father’s neck as he groaned in surprise.
You glued your cheek to the back of his head, feeling his arms slipping around your waist. “I’m sorry for hurting you.” You murmured, your stomach fluttering as it was the first time you’ve said that to him. But you truly did, more than he’d ever know.
“Apology accepted.”
You pulled your body away from him, leaving your arms hanging around his head as it was your only source of balance at the moment, slip away and you’ll fall. “Does that mean i can have my phone back ?” You attempted. But that didn’t amuse Hannibal
“No, nor does it mean you can leave the house for an-”
You growled, rolling your eyes all the way back before standing up. “Whatever.” You groaned, shuffling your feet to the side of bed and plumping down on the latter.
And as Hannibal watched you, you brought your arm behind you to look for the pillow, bringing it in front you and hugging it tightly.
“That doesn’t look like a very comfortable position.” He asserted as he got up from the bed himself.
“It’s not, but you know what would fix it ?” You smiled agaiin.
“No” The doctor pointed his index finger at you warningly. “Poke around again and there will be an additional week.”
You huffed discreetly...Nevermind.
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Don't Blame The Movies 7
Chapter 7
1996
Following the attack, Everyone has an opinion, feeling everyone's eyes on you, how can you feel safe?
Billy X Reader, Stu X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader.......... ****Horny? Blue balls? Teasing? XD I guess they are warnings.
Sidney sat beside you, waiting for the others to join you both at the fountain, you watched as she dragged her feet back and forth, seemingly deep in thought "Do you want to stay at my place tonight?"
You appreciated the thought "I should be fine" sitting closer to Sidney she whispered, "What if he calls again!" Chewing your bottom gum "I promise if he calls again, I'll call the police -" She continued to eye you “Or comes back, y/n, a sleepover with me or at Tatums” she begged.
You smiled “I’ll think about it but my mom should be home tonight.”
Tatum lightly ran up to you both, Stu and Randy behind her "Did you ask her?"
Sidney nodded grimly, Tatum staring straight at you "You better have said yes." she warned, taking the spot next to Sidney.
Stu took the spot next to you "Said yes to what?" looking between everyone, Randy sitting on the end with Tatum.
"To staying at Sid's or at my place tonight."
“Shit, I’d offer my place but it’s a full house tonight.” wrapping his arm around your shoulders bringing you in closer, so only you could hear “On second thought, might not be a bad idea, one big bed.” Rolling your eyes “I'm sure.” you sarcastically replied.
“It’s the smartest option, you’ve already been attacked once” Randy mumbled out.
“What do you say? Y/n, it’s better to be safe.” Tatum’s voice got both your and Stu’s attention, she looked at you both, annoyed by the fact neither of you were listening “To sleeping over, ring a bell?”
“Sorry, I’ll be fine, my mom’s coming home today.”
“That’s great but no offence, she’s not exactly reliable.”
“Ouch, harsh babe.”
Billy appeared, his eyes landing on Stu’s arms, forcing himself between you and Sidney “What’s harsh?” You listened as Randy filled him in.
“It’s the truth, look, y/n, you don’t know for sure if she’s going to be there,
so pack a bag.” Tatum unapologetically protested.
“She has a point.” Sidney joined in “Your mom is barely around.” You shrunk back, focusing your eyes on the ground.
Just stop….
You knew it came from a good place but having them throw it in your face upset you “Back off.” Billy’s voice cut through, sending everyone silent “She clearly doesn’t want this conversation.” Tatum rolled her eyes, ignoring his comment “Screw that, we all know she doesn’t like asking for help and normally I’d get that but not after last night.” She turned her gaze towards you “So suck it up and let us help.” Billy glared back “Tatum’s right, we all know you can deal but it would make us feel better, ok, y/n?” Sidney’s voice was filled with fear. You sat there for a moment, taking it all in, “It’s a strange world when I agree with her'' Randy motioned towards Tatum “But she’s not wrong, from what you told us about it, it’s odd he didn’t kill you.” You continued chewing your gum “Not from a lack of trying!” Tatum interrupted “Not from what I heard, I haven’t figured it out yet, but I will.” Randy sat there in deep thought. “I swear, you better not end up like Casey or I’ll be pissed.” Tatum mused, earning a small chuckle from Stu, still wishing for this conversation to be over, the bell rang out, you’ve never been more thankful for the bell, grabbing your bag and practically running for class, leaving your friends behind.
You never thought you’d be happy for gym, it’s the one class you had alone, normally it sucked but after today you were happy to space out while walking down towards the field trailing behind the other girls. Passing the bleachers lost in thought
That voice…. I know that voice.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone pulled you under, tripping over your feet and falling into someone’s chest.
You yelled out “Billy?!” and was met with an annoyed glare as he covered your mouth “Sssh, geez, have a heart attack.” He removed his hand, a small smile tugged at his lips, you noticed he was looking down. It took you a minute to realise he could see down your cami, feeling your face heat up you stepped back “What is wrong with you?” You hissed out, he looked around making sure no one heard you yell “Just making sure you’re ok, you bolted off.” Huffing, you crossed your arms “I’m fine.” Billy let out a small laugh as he leaned in closer “Liar, know how I know?” you shook your head, lowering your arms “Your nose does this little wiggle when you lie” he booped your nose “always has. So, wanna try that again?” It was annoying that he and Stu knew you so well sometimes “I just wanted to leave, I know they meant well but it was starting to piss me off…” He continued to watch you “For someone who will jump in and fight for their friends, you sure have a hard time standing up for yourself.” His hand traced your neck, catching you off guard “Can’t even tell” He commented, mostly to himself “Tatum did a good job” You awkwardly repiled, feeling his thumb tracing over the side of your neck, where it hurt the most “You shouldn’t cover it” His raspy voice whispered out keeping a hand on your neck, the other one found its way and rested on your waist. If you were being honest with yourself, you liked feeling his hands on your body and wanted to feel his against yours badly. “Want me to come over and check if the place is safe after school?” he asked, stepping closer, his body pressed against yours.
“This a private party or can I join?” Stu’s voice surprised you both, jumping apart quickly, you were silent, watching Billy’s eyes turn dark as he glared back at Stu. You went to leave but Stu grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body “where are you going?'' he laughed out, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “I- '' Before you could say anything else, Billy came in closer, his eyes still on Stu “Shouldn’t you be in class dickbag?” he hissed out. “I could ask you guys the same thing.” You went to move again but his arms kept you in place “Easy princess.” he nuzzled into your neck “Instead of keeping her to yourself how about WE both check out her place?” Tension filled the air as they continued to stare each other down, you could have sworn they were going to fight, Billy clicked his tongue “I guess, we can cover more ground that way” he moved in closer again “The more hands the better” you watched as his fingers traced down your neck, down your collar bone, slipping his fingers under your top strap, grazing slowing down. “Bow chicka wow wow, I’m in” Stu teased as his hands moved up and rested on your ribs, lightly touching your breasts.
What the fuuuuuck is happening right now?
Billy closed what remaining space was left, his lips hovered over yours when the sound of sticks breaking caused you all to look behind Stu only to find Miss Nancy, the gym teacher, if there was a moment you wished for death this was it.
“Shouldn’t you three be in class?” Her stern voice slashed through the air, Stu nervously let you go and chuckled “Ah, we were on our way”
“Ah-huh.” She didn’t believe a word “Y/n, field, now” her green eyes watched you as you nervously walked past her, you didn’t stop until you were further down, turning around and watched as she had words with the guys.
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Still hidden under the bleachers, Stu silently watched as Billy paced back and forth. “That fucking bitch, she’s lucky I don’t have my knife” Billy spat out as he continued to pace “Hey man, calm down, someone might hear” Billy stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning to face Stu “What were you even doing here?!” Stu backed up a little “Wh-what?” Billy came up on him quickly, grabbing the back of his neck hard, pulling him down “Did I stutter? Why. Did. You. Follow. Me?”
Stu felt his temper starting to flare “I want her as much as you do!” he spat “And besides, y/n didn’t seem to mind” he watched as Billy’s grin spread across his face “No, she didn’t but it wasn’t you she went to kiss.”
Stu laughed “Yeah? At least now we’re even, feel’n her up last night wasn’t part of the plan.”
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