#then i’ll either start trying to make plans with people or do some school work
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i think the only thing that will fix me is to make a list right now
#i was doing soooo well#for a day#but like i was on the top of the world!!!!#okay 1- clean 2- make a list#then i’ll either start trying to make plans with people or do some school work#either is good probably#i have one friend i could see tomorrow but i always see her when i’m in the depths of hell and it doesn’t help#we meet up once every three months and it’s always me going ‘so i haven’t left my house in a month!!’#i’m not down that deep like not even close#but i was doing Well and i’m not#so we’ll just turn things around
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Richkid!Jongho
a:/n definitely not inspired by the long expensive coats the stylists put Jongho in...
today is not your day
first, you woke up incredibly late due to your alarm failing to go off
then, there was no breakfast in your house, your parents’ note on the fridge saying that they were planning a grocery run this weekend
it’s tuesday
meaning you had to leave for school on an empty stomach
which would’ve been fine had you not skipped dinner last night for the sake of finishing your project
which, might you add, was a group project that none of your group mates participated in
fucking rich kids
long story short, you ended up arriving at school on an empty stomach, leading you to be very, very hangry
at least until your break, where you grabbed something from the vending machines
then, when it came time to present the group project, none of your group mates provided anything of substance to the presentation
they literally just stood there like morons while you presented everything
you stayed after class to talk to the teacher about possibly getting more credit for doing, you know, all the work
only for him to cut you off, saying that if you had problems, it should’ve either been brought up at the beginning of the assignment
or you could’ve talked to them yourself
but you know the only reason the teacher won’t lower the students grades is because of the hefty donation their parents make to the school every year
the perks of attending a school full of rich kids
except your family isn’t rich
they’re not poor either, your parents income settling nicely somewhere in the middle
which you should be grateful for
because it means that, for the most part, the rich students leave you alone
yeah you’re attending the school on a scholarship, but besides a few snide remarks here and there, you get left alone for the most part
but going back to your horrible day
the icing on the cake has to be right now, at this current moment
school was let out around 3, but you stayed after for a little bit to help tutor an underclassman who was struggling in a literature class you had already taken
it was pretty easy to tutor the kid, he seemed like he was really trying to do better, which always made your life much easier
but still, you can’t deny the relief you felt once the tutoring hour came to an end and you were allowed to leave
opening your car door, you haphazardly tossed your backpack into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in
you place the key in the ignition, turning it and waiting for the rumble of the engine to start up
except it never came
staring at your steering wheel, you attempt once, twice, three more times to turn the key, praying to whatever gods that were laughing at you to please just let your car start so you could get home
it seems no one answered your prayers
letting out a loud swear, you throw open your car door and step out before slamming the door behind you.
you pull out your phone to try and call your parents, but before you can even pull up your contacts, your phone’s screen turns black
it died
you think incredulously
letting out a small laugh of disbelief you toss your phone onto the hood of your car
rubbing your face over your hands, you begin to think of a plan
I think I still have some cash, I might be able to catch the bus home
I just have to ask the security guards to not tow my car, or else I’ll have to go and pay to get it back with money I certainly don’t have right now-
“Hey”
you startle, looking to your side
where a sleek, black car has now pulled up next to you
the passenger side window is rolled down, and through it, you see a familiar face
Choi Jongho
son of the people who literally own the school
You close your eyes
my day cannot get any fucking worse you think
not that you hate Jongho or anything
he’s actually quite nice
a little out of touch with reality sometimes, but pleasant enough
in the beginning of the semester, the two of you were paired up for a short project
while you initially dreaded it, as every other kid you had ever been paired up with sat back and let you do all the work
you were pleasantly surprised when Jongho insisted on splitting the work evenly with you
he even went as far dropping off assignments you missed when you had unexpectedly fallen sick
of course, once the project was finished, the two of you went your separate ways
save for the small nod of acknowledgement the two of you shared when you passed each other in the halls
you guys didn’t talk to each other
that doesn’t mean you didn’t notice how good he always looked though
with his long coats and perfectly done hair
and on occasion, the thick round glasses that nicely framed his face-
“(Y/n)?”
Blinking harshly, you’re shaken out of your thoughts when Jongho calls your name
He quirks an eyebrow
“Are you okay?”
You let out a sigh and shake your head
“My car decided today would be the best day to take a shit on me”
Jongho makes a small o shape with his mouth before reaching over to pop open the passenger door
“C’mon, I’ll take you home”
Your eyes widen and you begin shaking your head
“Nononono, it’s fine. I have money to take the bus anyways, I’ll just come back later for my car. Plus, I don’t want you to waste your gas driving me around-”
your rambling is cut short when Jongho lets out a small chuckle
“You really think I care about gas?”
You shut your mouth before shrugging
“I don’t know what you rich kids worry about in the first place,” you tease
Jongho rolls his eyes
“Just get in the car (Y/N), you shouldn’t take the bus right now anyways.”
Thinking it over for a split second, you nod your head and reach back inside your car to grab your backpack, phone and keys
quickly locking your car, you sling your backpack over your shoulder and walk over to Jongho’s car
sliding in, you can’t help but notice how nice the interior is
there’s not a speck of dust in the whole thing and it smells so good
I wonder if it’s his cologne you muse
“Same address?” Jongho asks, looking at you expectantly
god, it feels so weird to have his full gaze pinned on you
even after working with him, you don’t think you’ll ever get over the giddy feeling in your stomach you experience when Jongho rests his full attention on you
“Yup,” you swallow, nodding your head
Jongho is quick to put his car in drive and the two of you take off in a comfortable silence
“So,” Jongho starts, “what happened with your car?”
you groan, your head falling back against the headrest
“Honestly, I have no idea. It’s rarely given me any problems before this, but today, it just decided to stop turning on altogether.”
Jongho hums
“I have a close friend who’s really good with cars,” he says.
“I can ask him to take a look at yours, if you want.”
You frown slightly
If he knows Jongho then it might cost me an arm and a leg just for him to even look at my car
“It’s okay-” you start, trying to figure out how to nicely turn him down
As if reading your mind, Jongho cuts you off
“You don’t have to worry about money, if that’s what you’re thinking about,” he glances at you from the corner of his eye
“I’ll just say it’s for a friend and he won’t charge me.”
a friend?
“Plus, he owes me anyway from the last time I helped him out with his girlfriend,” Jongho rolls his eyes, but you can still hear the fondness seeping into his tone
You turn to face him
“Are you sure?” you ask hesitantly
you don’t like feeling like you owe people things
not that Jongho is one of those people
but still
his car probably costs more than your house
and you’d rather not have to experience paying him back, whatever way it may be
Jongho shrugs
“Of course. I’d rather help you with car and not worry about you getting around safely than letting you take it elsewhere.”
You feel your face warm and you have no idea what to say
meanwhile, Jongho is internally freaking the fuck out over letting his thoughts slip
yeah, okay, maybe he thinks you’re a little cute, and he really admires your work ethic, and how you treat him like a normal human being rather than just another rich kid
and maybe he thinks your nervous habit of chewing on your lip is a little bit cute and the way you confidently raise your hand to speak up in class is, like, really hot
but still
he’s supposed to be cool and collected
not whatever the fuck just happened
there’s an awkward silence while the two of you sit with those words
thankfully, Jongho turns onto your street before the silence can stretch on
“I’m surprised you still remember where I live,” you admit
Jongho tries to ignore the way his neck feels hot
“What can I say, I have a great memory”
slowly, the car pulls up to a smooth stop in front of your driveway
grabbing your backpack, you reach for the door handle
“Thank you again Jongho, I really appreciate it,”
now it’s his turn to feel flustered at your honest gaze
“anytime” is all he manages to get out
nodding slightly, you open the car door and step out, making sure to gently shut the door behind you
before you’re able to take a few steps forward, a voice stops you in your tracks
“What time should I be here tomorrow?”
You make a confused noise
“Huh?”
“Well, since you still don’t have a car and I won’t be able to have my friend look at it for another week, I’ll pick you up and drop you off.”
you shake your head
“No it’s fine! Seriously, this was more than enough, and you’re already doing so much for me-”
Jongho cuts you off again
“But I want to,” he says simply
well shit
what are you supposed to say to that?
biting your lip nervously, you eventually nod your head
“Okay fine, but I’m going to do something to return the favor,” you threaten
a beautiful gummy smile breaks out on Jongho’s face
“I can’t wait”
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
i love jongho so much
#jongho x reader#choi jongho x reader#jongho x you#choi jongho#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez fic#ateez jongho#jongho fluff#richkid!jongho#jongho au
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Could you do a Eddie x reader fanfic where their relationship is a secret? Eventually Dustin gets all suspicious cause Eddie’s missing lunch and hellfire meetings ( not a actual campaign he would never) he then goes and tells mike about it and they go ahead and try to investigate by going to Eddie’s trailer?

Where have you been?
Eddie Munson x female reader
Word Count: 1869
Eddie has been missing when it comes to hanging out with his friends and Dustin wants to find out why.
Warning: honestly not much of an x reader, it more follows Dustin and Mike but you still see the relationship. I don't classify it as angst but some could, fluff, spying.
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The week had started out normal, it was only when mid-week that Dustin had begun to notice some odd habits coming from his dungeon master, Eddie Munson, and the only girl in their club, y/n. On Wednesday, neither of them had shown up to lunch, which in and of itself wasn’t that unusual but then that afternoon, after school, they weren't at Hellfire either. Wednesdays were the days the whole club got together not to really play the main campaign but maybe a short one shot created by someone other than Eddie, or to just fuck around like all high school boys do when there isn’t anything else happening.
Dustin had let it slide until it started to become a daily occurrence and when asked, Eddie always just insisted he was busy and that it wasn’t that big of a deal. But to Dustin, not having one of his favorite people around, it was that big.
So he devised a plan to catch Eddie in the act of what the hell was so much more important than hanging out with Hellfire.
His first stop, the Wheeler house.
Dustin knocked on the door before barging in, startling Mrs. Wheeler as she was walking to answer it.
“Dustin, what a surprise.” She smiled at him.
“Hi. Mrs. Wheeler. I need to see Mike.” He smiled back but hurried past her to the basement door.
“He’s upstairs in his room Sweetie.”
“Oh, thanks.” He turned on his heel and sprinted up the steps.
Mike’s door was shut sight but that didn’t stop him from coming in unannounced. At the loud noise of the door swinging into the wall, Mike quickly looked up at his friend from his desk, eyes wide.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
“Get up, I need you to come with me.”
Mike turned in his chair. “Need to come with you where?”
Dustin walked over and grabbed Mike's arm. “Eddie’s house. He keeps canceling Wednesday night Hellfire and I want to get to the bottom of why.”
“But he literally told you why the other day. He’s busy and it’s not like he’s missing the actual main campaign.”
“But we never get to see him. Even Garith said he was midding band practice too. Honestly, Mike, what is so important that he’s skipping lunch, midweek hellfire, and band practice?”
“Dustin.” Mike sighed.
“It has been going on for weeks and I want to know why.”
Mike sat for a minute and thought before standing reluctantly to his feet.
“Alright, fine, I’ll come with you, but if Eddie gets mad that we were spying on him, I’m blaming you.”
…
When the two boys arrived at Eddie’s trailer that Saturday afternoon, no one was home. Eddie’s van was nowhere to be seen and Wayne was working overtime like he did every weekend. The two boys found the spare keep under the doormat and then slipped inside.
“Dude, what are we even looking for?” Mike asked as they both began walking through the home.
“Uh, I have no clue. Anything that can tell us why he isn’t hanging out with us anymore.”
They found nothing in the living room or the kitchen but when they searched the bathroom, they did find something unusual residing in the medicine cabinet of a trailer where only men lived. A box of tampons sat in the direct middle of the shelf, staining back at the two wide-eyed boys.
“No way,” Mike muttered.
“Is he ditching the group for a girl?”
“Maybe, why else would he have these?”
“It makes no sense. He’s never mentioned a girl and he definitely doesn't hang out with them.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Name one girl outside of Robin, with Steve mind you, that he hangs out with.”
“y/n,” Mike stated matter of factly.
“Wrong, he only hangs out with her at school during unch and hellfire.”
“Yeah, and who has also not been showing up to lunch and midweek hellfire the same as Eddie?”
“What do you mean?”
“Man, have you really not noticed that they are both gone at the same time?”
“No?”
“Oh my god, Dustin, really?”
“What?” Dustin scoffed.
“If you would have just put two and two together then we wouldn’t have to be here right now.”
“No, you just thought of that. If you would have said something before we got here-” He trailed off.
“Hey don’t do that. I’m not taking the blame for anything here. Come on let's just go.” Mike started out of the bathroom and down the short hall.
“Mike wait. Let's check out Eddie’s room first, just to confirm the suspicion.” Dustin didn’t wait for his friend, choosing to go straight into the twenty-year-olds messy room.
There were shirts strewn around the floor as well as a few papers. On his bedside table were an ashtray of half-smoked cigarettes and Dr. Pepper cans. Noting out of the ordinary for a guy's room.
Still curious, the boys began to go through Eddie’s dresser drawers. Dustin stopped when he opened the top drawer of the dresser on the farthest side of Eddie’s room.
“This definitely isn’t Eddie’s.” Dustin laughed, pinching the strap of a light blue bra and tossing it at Mike.
“Ew, dude, why did you do that.” Mike swatted at the article of clothing.
Dustin ignored him and kept digging for any identifying items of clothing.
“Uh, Dustin.”
“What.”
“We might be caught.”
“What do you mean?” He kept rummaging.
“Eddie’s back.”
Then, the sound of loud music could be heard as Eddie’s fan pulled into its spot in front of the trailer.
“Shit. Quick, hide.” Dustin whisper and shouted at Mike. They both rushed into Eddie’s practically empty closet and closed the doors, leaving only a small crack for some light.
Both boys tensed when they heard footsteps coming in their direction. Their hands flew to their mouths to keep their breaths quiet.
That’s when y/n came in, sighing as she crashed on Eddie’s bed and curled up into the pillows. Eddie wasn’t far behind by the sound of his quick footsteps.
“You know, you wouldn't be so tired if you went to bed earlier," Eddie smirked as he came through the door.
The boys in the closet watched as she grabbed a pillow and flung it at Eddie.
"I would if someone who stop calling me to 'just chat'." She grumbled out but her sour tone was soon replaced by a laugh.
"Excuse me." Eddie feigned offense and fell onto the bed beside her. "Here I was thinking you enjoyed our midnight chats."
"I do Eds, I do. But all that staying up late is starting to catch up with me."
Both Dustin and Mike cringed away from the crack in the closet door as Eddie and Y/n shared a tender kiss.
Eddie smiled into their kiss, hands coming to wrap around the girl's body and turning so that he held her on top of himself.
"Well, then I guess we'll just have to take a nap." He gave her another kiss on the cheek.
Mike, hidden behind the closet door, gagged and shuffled back, his foot crunching down on something he could not see.
Dustin turned his head slightly to him and mouthed "What the fuck?" Before trying to push himself further into the dark recesses of the closet.
Y/n and Eddie had stopped their shows of affection on the bed as soon as they had heard the crunch. Y/n's hair fell into her eyes as she whipped her head in the direction of the noise.
"Eddie, I think something is in your closet." She pushed herself off his chest and watched as Eddie sat up.
They both sat and listened for a moment more before Eddie finally stood and made his way to the doors.
With a quick flick of the wrist, the doors were pushed wide open, revealing the two fifteen-year-olds huddled on the floor of the closet.
"Henderson? Wheeler? What the hell are the two doing in my closet?" Eddie asked stunned to see the two boys. "Better yet, what are you even doing in my home?"
"Uh…" they both looked up at Eddie like deers in the headlights, mouths gapping and eyes so wide you would think they'd pop out.
Then, Mike spoke up. "It was all Dustin's idea." He flung his finger out to point to the other boy and Eddie followed, turning his head and raising an eyebrow in quiet questioning.
Dustin just laughed nervously before sinking into himself.
"Come on you two, out of my closet. Then you can explain." Eddie turned and sat back down on his bed. He and y/n watched as the two boys awkwardly climbed out of the narrow closet and to their feet.
"So.." Eddie started, gesturing to them.
"Um, well we came to surprise you." Dustin lied.
"Bullshit," Eddie called.
"Okay well, not exactly surprise. More like spy?" Dustin's voice rose at the end making it sound like he was questioning his own actions.
"Why the hell are you two spying on me?"
"Well you've been missing lunch and Wednesday nights for the past several weeks and I wanted to know why since you wouldn't tell me the other day."
"Because it's none of your business. What I do with my time is of no concern to anyone but me."
"I know, I know, but I was just curious as to what needed your attention all the time."
Y/n let out a short chuckle and raised her hand sheepishly. "Sorry, that would be me."
"See I told you." Mike shoved Dustin's shoulder playfully.
"Told him what?" Asked Eddie.
"Just that you were probably hanging out with Y/n since she's been disappearing when you do. Although I only caught on after we got here." Explained Mike.
"I guess the secret is out of the bag, Eds." Y/n sighed, looking between the two younger boys and Eddie.
"Definitely. Totally didn't enjoy watching you both suck face." Groaned Dustin.
"Serves you right for spying." Eddie laughed before standing to his feet. "Now come on, it's time for you two to go." He grabbed them both by the collar of their shirts and guided them out of the room.
"Bye boys!" Y/n called after them.
"Bye!"
When they stood in front of the door, Dustin sighed before turning around. "Eddie?"
"Yeah, Henderson?"
"Since we now know the reason you've been skipping out on things, do you think you could at least come to Wednesday nights like once a month? I've got a one-shot campaign I've been wanting to run but you haven't been there."
Eddie sighed, brought his hand to the back of his neck, and began to rub.
"Yeah, man, I can do that."
"And you know that you guys don't have to hide your relationship from us right? We're friends." Mike spoke.
"I know. We just thought it would be easier if no one knew." Eddie opened the front door. "Now leave."
"Yep."
"Okay."
The two boys spoke in unison as they ran out the door. Both laughing and Eddie slammed the door and they could faintly hear him call out, "Now where were we, babe?"
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#female reader#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fluff#dustin henderson#mike wheeler
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Can I req some poly Billy Loomis & Stu Matcher x male reader??
Where the reader has started working with Randy at the video store and starts ditching them for him at school and the two start getting jealous of how much time Randy seems to be spending with the reader?
Hello everyone, sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I've been busy recently, but I hope this is good and that you enjoy it I’m sorry if anyone is out of character, I have never written for these two before and I have not watched the movie in a while, so I apologize for that.
TW: none maybe underage drinking idk
Words:1,234
rating:pg-13
You had recently been hired by Randy at the video store much to Billy and Stu’s Dismay. You explained to them that you needed the money but that didn’t stop them from being annoyed with you. After a week of working there, you realized that Randy was a good guy and you often appreciated the small talk you held during shifts. The talks would range from new releases to the schoolwork you two had forgotten about. After a little while you two eventually began to hang out with Randy outside of work most of the time you two would hang out at each other's place and watch new movies that had just been released. When Billy found out about the two of you hanging out he immediately consulted Stu about it debating whether or not they should bring it up. It was a Friday at school and your two boys were beside you talking about their plans for the weekend as you put away your books. “Hey, Y/N Stu and I are planning on renting some films and doing a movie night at his house you down?” Billy asked as you were closing your locker. “Sorry guys I would love to but I have to work all day tomorrow and Randy and I need to watch the new releases for work,” you explain with disappointment in your voice. “Yeah, like you have to watch the movies with him.” Billy commented with an eye roll “I do I’m sorry but you don’t get to be mad at me for needing to do my job.” you argue “You never hang out with us anymore we miss you.” Stu says dramatically as he swings his arm over your shoulders. “Again I’m sorry but I need to work you know I need the money besides I’ll try to get a shift off it I can but no promises.” you compromised with them as you began to walk out of the school with them. “Can we at least walk you to work?” Stu asked as he lightly took hold of your hand “Yeah that's fine” you replied with a smile “Just try to act civil at the store if you stick around I’m not trying to get fired.” you asked “Yeah yeah whatever maybe it would be good if you got fired at least you could hang out with us again” Billy sighed as he walked behind you and stu. “Billy what the hell is your problem” you stopped as you walked to be face to face with Billy. “Randy… Randy’s my problem” he mumbled under his breath. “Randy what does Randy have to do with any of this?” you question “You’re always with him it’s almost like you like him more than us.” he says while looking at his feet afraid to catch your gaze “Billy look at me,” you say sternly as to let him know you’re being serious. Billy catches your gaze as your eyes soften to look at him “Nothing is going on between me and Randy. We just hang out together every so often to chat and we do watch movies for work so we can review them and recommend them to other people.” you explain as you grab his hands in your own. “I don’t like Randy like that and I’m almost 100% sure he is straight so he has no interest in me either if that's what you’re worried about.” you reassure him “Come on I honestly don’t want to work today so I’ll ask if I can get the day off and hang out with you guys.” you say to make them feel better “yes” stu celebrates as he smiles and grabs your hand. You three begin walking to the store to pick out tapes and to let Randy know that you’re not going to work today. When you arrive at the store Randy greets you warmly with a hug and a smile while he nods at Billy and Stu as they walk around looking for tapes. “Hey Randy, something came up and I can’t work today. Do you think you can cover my shift?” you ask with a sympathetic smile “Yeah no problem why can’t you work today?” he asks with a raised brow “It’s personal I’m really sorry” you reply not wanting to share the real reason why you can’t work. “Oh okay I’ll see you next shift though right?” he asks “Yeah of course I’m sorry again.” you apologize “It’s okay I get it see you later.” he says as you begin walking out “See ya” you reply stepping through the doors to wait outside for your boyfriends to check out tapes for tonight.
*Stu’s house*
You sit on the couch with Billy in between your legs as you're waiting for Stu to come back with popcorn and drinks “Alright popcorn… and some beer for my two favorite boys” Stu says as he sets down the popcorn and drinks on the table in front of you. “Okay what movies did you rent?” you ask as you grab the cold beer in front of you “We got some good ones alright we’ve got nightmare on elm street, the exorcist, and drum roll please… Friday the 13th!” he says as he pulls out the three tapes they rented “wow all classics I approve,” you say with a cocky grin. “What should we start with?” he asks as he displays the movies in his hand “I wanna watch nightmare on elm street” you say with a smile as he sets the other 2 films down and put in nightmare on elm street. “Okay let’s get this party started” Stu laughed as he took a swig of his beer. “Hey guys,” you say wanting to talk to them about earlier. “Yeah,” they replied as they both turned their attention to you. “I’m sorry about not always hanging out with you. I don't want to make any excuses but I just had work and Randy always wanted to hang out and I felt guilty if I said no,” you explained as you looked at both of them. “I want to be clear nothing is going on between Randy and I and you two are my boys nothing is going to change that,” you say as you take both their hands into yours. “Hey Y/N I’m sorry for becoming so jealous about Randy I just… I don’t want to lose you okay” Billy explained as he looked at you and Stu. “hey it’s okay I get it I’ll make time to hang out with you guys more okay.” you say as you cuddle into both of their arms. “Okay,” they say simultaneously with a smile as they place a kiss on your cheeks then eventually kiss you on your lips. “You’re my boys never forget that I love both of you,” you say as you kiss both of them once more “We won’t,” Billy says with a smile while looking at both you and Stu. “I love you guys” Stu chimes in with a gushy tone as he pulls you closer. After tonight you would eventually hang out with Randy less and less and typically would only talk to him during your shifts or at school. You also took more time out of your schedule to be with Billy and Stu. To say this made them both happy would be an understatement.
-The end
#x reader#fanfic#horror#slashers#scream#billy loomis#stu macher#poly ghostface#slasher x reader#slasher x you#ghostface x reader#ghostface#writers on tumblr#x male reader#x male y/n
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uhhh guys I just realized I have a really big problem
I’ve officially oc-ified mako I repeat I have oc-ified mako. it’s happened. do you know how I know this? I drew him (I know, shocker) with grown out-ish hair and a lightning scar on his face. HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE CANON MAKO ANYMORE BESIDES HIS DUMB EYEBROWS HELP
I genuinely cannot escape this goofy ass orphan.
anyway here’s a list of mako hcs (under the cut)
gets called pretty boy four hundred thousand times a day and bolin makes fun of him for it because he’s a big scary police officer who gets flirted with by criminals he brought in. and I know I have it in the tags of some old post somewhere but bolin got called champ by a girl he was on a date with once and mako absolutely used that against him in retaliation
he’s shy but not in the nervous around people way. he’s shy in the awkward really intense eye contact because he doesn’t want to sound weird when he talks way. if he didn’t have extrovert guidance counselor bolin he would just never speak to anyone
i also firmly believe he is either mildly autistic or has severe anxiety (he’s me)
he cries once a year (exactly 365 days apart) at exactly four o’clock on the hour and has done this since he was ten.
remember that one episode where mako was like ‘where’s chief beifong’ ‘are you okay chief you’ve been asleep for sixteen hours’ and ‘chief is really good at her job the city’s lucky to have her’ on zaofu. pretty sure it was ‘old wounds’? that’s how he is all the time. he says chief at least 463 times an hour and a month into working at the station people just give mako an update on the chief as soon as he walks up to them. she’s his mom your honor. tenzin is always fighting demons when he sees mako look at lin like she’s his mom and she’s like. chill with it. he’s like ain’t NO way. basically mako gets one female figure of authority in his life and immediately latches onto her as a mother figure. lin is grudgingly accepting because he’s kind of pathetic and sad looking (he reminds her of herself)
he’s transmasc. I don’t make the rules (I do in fact make the rules)
as you know from that one post, mako is absolutely a great chef.
I think he’d either be a charcoal artist or a really good writer. only charcoal artist, but he would do all kinds of writing—short stories, novels, poetry, journalism, whatever. he’d occupy himself on late nights he couldn’t fall asleep on an empty stomach with made up stories and he just started to get really good. but he also hasn’t gone to school since he was eight so he’d get frustrated if he doesn’t know the word for something. if he drew it would be hyperrealistic portraits (he’s trying to remembers his parents’ faces)
kind of related to that but I think mako loves reading/writing but is a natural math genius.
I know I’m a little insane about, like, character parallels but I just KNOW katara sees herself in mako.
so azula is my all time fav girl right. so she and mako both generally maintain a good poker face or a facade that masks genuine constant rage right. (just agree with me) but at the end of atla. azula’s breakdown. now, now hear me out. mako->azula style breakdown when he finally loses his shit. he’s just so girl coded and azula’s rage seems so. fitting for him I guess. it’s also the inherent feminine anger of firebending I guess? I’ll explain that one later. probably. hopefully. I have so many posts I’m planning to write oh my god.
korrasami r still in love with him and they all get together post canon 😋🤞🏼
HETEROCHROMIA!!! idc if it’s central or in each eye but that man has one gold/brown and one green eye.
the mako in my head also looks a lot more like bolin—and bolin might have some of the more angular fn features as well to balance them out and make them look like, yk, actual mixed kids.
that’s probably it for now but by god if I don’t update this list
#atla#avatar the last airbender#mako lok#legend of korra#mako#mako tlok#headcanon#chief beifong#katara#azula#bolin#slug’s stuff
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hey! for the headcannons you're doing what ab viktor with a reader who isn't exactly that smart? like she has trouble grasping subjects like science and math but is good at art or something. thank you💛
Whoever said that not knowing math and/or science makes you dumb is a butthead and a liar - intelligence comes in so many forms, and all of them are important and worthy of praise.
Viktor x Reader (SFW)
-You’re probably a friend of Jayce’s, and that’s how you initially meet Viktor.
-You come to visit them at the lab one day, bringing a box of miscellaneous snacks and a thermos of coffee. Viktor initially believes that the snacks are probably just for Jayce, because why would you bring something for someone you didn’t know?
-But then you introduce yourself to him as well, and happily offer your trove.
-He’s not exactly off-put, but he definitely thinks that you’re just being polite because Jayce is there.
-You start coming around more frequently after that, dropping by on your time off to chatter to both of them. It’s a little hard to get work done when you’re around, since you’re so eager to talk their ears off, but Viktor…doesn’t really mind.
-He’s not particularly social, but part of that is probably due to how he grew up, and where he currently resides - most people either never give him the chance, or are too pretentious to interest him. So he keeps to himself.
-But you’re different. You’re kind, you’re funny, and more than that, you listen to what he’s saying. You don’t really understand half of what he goes on about, but you’re engaged nonetheless. You ask questions, and you pay attention.
-And it’s not only when he talks about his work.
-Within a week of knowing him, you start bringing pastries that he likes, some of which Jayce will turn his nose up at - you’d heard him when he’d offhandedly mentioned liking sweetmilk, and now you bring a little bit of that in a thermos beside the usual coffee.
-So when you inevitably turn up on one of the days that only Viktor is in the lab, he expects it to be a pleasant afternoon. Since Jayce is away, he figures he can bounce ideas off of you.
-It doesn’t go as planned.
-The first time he asks for your opinion, you fumble a little bit, and end up suggesting something completely absurd - it would never work, he knew, and he knew that Jayce would know that as well.
-Maybe you’re just having an off day.
-But a while later when he asks for your input again, you stutter a bit, sigh, and hit him with an I don’t know.
-He’s not upset so much as he is confused. You’d been so interested in the things he talked to you about, and you’d asked so many questions - how could you not know the basic mechanics of what he was working on.
-You grow quiet after that, and the silence between the both of you isn’t particularly comfortable. He can hear you fidgeting elsewhere in the room, as well as the scratch and scribble of your pencil on paper.
-He tries to ignore the tension.
-He fails.
-But right as he turns to you to say something, Jayce strides into the room, tired and agitated and just about ready to pace a hole in the floor.
- “You two are surprisingly quiet,” he says, sitting down to start working. It’s an offhanded comment, something meant to be light and joking, but it stings Viktor nonetheless.
-What stings him even more is your reply.
- “You know how I am, Jayce,” your tone is light and airy, “I’m not smart like either of you - if I don’t shut up, I’ll say something stupid, and that’s when stuff blows up.”
-You’re clearly trying to be funny about it, but he can hear the way your voice clips at the end; you’re sad.
-You take off shortly after that, leaving behind the box of snacks, and taking the empty drink containers with you.
-Viktor doesn’t see you for almost two weeks after that.
-He asks about you, but Jayce only shrugs.
-They’re probably just busy, he says. Art school is tedious, I guess.
-It hits him then. In all the time he’d talked to you, all the conversations you’d had, laughter you’d shared, and problems he’d worked through…he’d never asked about you. You’d diligently hung off his every word, and asked questions, and shown an interest, and he…
-He hadn’t done the same.
-And when you hadn’t been able to offer him more than an ear to listen, you’d clammed up. You’d shut down, and promptly thought yourself inadequate.
-With guilt weighing on him, he quietly asks Jayce where he could find you.
—
-He finds you in one of the empty classrooms in the academy. A space that had been shut down for a while, with the desks and chairs stacked high against the far wall - save for one, that you had carefully lifted down and set up near the window.
-You’re hunched forward and incredibly focused on the easel in front of you, a palette in hand and what looks like four dozen bottles of paint on the table next to you.
-He can’t see what you’re working on from where he stands in the doorway, but whatever it is has your attention so rapt that you don’t notice him.
-It gives him a moment to collect himself.
-It also gives him a moment to stare.
-A moment to observe you in your flow state, a moment to find the little crease of concentration between your brows, a moment to watch as your gaze flicks across your canvas.
-Your passion and dedication almost looks like an art in its own right.
-And then the door creaks beside him, and you tear your eyes away from your work. At first you look like you’re about to get a scolding, but once you realize it’s him, your expression morphs into surprise.
- “Viktor,” you say softly, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I didn’t- what are you doing here?”
-You set your paintbrush down and swivel in your chair so you can face him, beckoning him further into the room.
-As he wanders over to your side, he explains that he was looking for you. “Jayce told me where I could find you,” he says, coming to a stop a couple feet from you. “I…wanted to talk about the last time we spoke.”
-All at once, your face falls, though it’s obvious you try to hide it. “Ah, yeah,” you mumble. “Sorry about that, by the way. I know you needed someone to bounce ideas off of, butI’m…not really the best candidate for that.”
- “I actually wanted to apologize,” he admits, much to your surprise. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel as though you are…less…just because you might not understand what I do.”
-You shrug, pretending to be unbothered. “It’s fine,” you tell him. “I’m used to Jayce going on about his inventions, and I know I’ll never be smart enough to understand. I wish I was. I wish I could help both of you - you work so hard and put up with so much shit…”
-You sigh. “Doesn’t matter, though. There’s no sense in wishing I could be something I’m not. So you don’t need to worry-”
-Without thinking, Viktor reaches out to you, and sets a hand on your shoulder, giving a light squeeze.
- “You’re not stupid,” he says firmly, fixing you with an argumentative frown. “So you do not know how machines work - most people do not-”
- “Yeah, but most people can grasp the concept after they learn about it,” you cut him off, grumbling. “I’ve been listening to Jayce for years, Viktor, and I- I still have no idea what anything is! I have to count on my fingers when I do math, and I can’t look at blueprints and figure out what the final product is! I’m just not-”
- “If you say you are not smart one more time,” he threatens, though there’s no malice in his tone.
-You droop.
-Viktor turns to your painting.
- “Do you not see what you have created?” he asks, nodding towards your work. “How many people could make something like this?”
- “It’s not even finished-”
- “And yet I could not tell.” He sighs softly, his gaze dropping to the floor for a couple moments, before flicking back up to you. “I couldn’t tell you the first thing about colours, or structure, or perspective…and yet you have such a grasp over it that you’re able to make something like this purely from memory.”
- “You’re brilliant,” he tells you, “and anyone who says otherwise is the idiot.”
-You do your best to hide a sniffle, laughing quietly at yourself when you wipe the budding tears from your eyes. But he can see that you’re happy, and that your confidence and spirit have brightened.
- “Thank you, Viktor,” you say with a smile, and he lets his hand fall from your shoulder.
- “Will you start visiting the lab again, now?” he wonders, his heart fluttering when you nod.
#viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#arcane x reader#viktor headcanons#hey happy holidays everyone#stay safe this winter!#i hope you can all find some peace during your celebrations
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Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - personal space
Turns out, staying in drift with multiple tons of a highly sophisticated robot for hours at a time gives you a bad case of sea legs.
“Oi, watch out!” One of the techs catches Robbie before he hits the cockpit floor. He’s graduated from control room to the inside of the Conn-Pod, which mostly means there is a lot less space for all the people upgrading the hardware and drawing out plans for removing the other pilot console. “I think you had enough for one shift.”
What, already? “I can–“ But he can’t, because they removed his helmet and he might be sick just from trying to look at someone without seeing the whole hangar at the same time. “Ugh.”
The tech laughs and waves over colleagues to help her unscrew Robbie from the makeshift rigging. In a real fight, he’d have been thrown across the pod on the first hit, but it works well enough to let him move The Charger around the bay. It takes three people with power drills to extract him, and two to effectively carry him out of the cockpit, where Cho and Stark have their monitoring station set up on the walkway.
“Whoa, what’s going on?” Stark demands when the techs deposit Robbie on the crate Cho is currently using as a bed. “I didn’t see a seizure, what’s–“
“He’s exhausted, boss,” the tech points at Robbie, who’s too focused on keeping his head from rolling off his neck to defend himself. As soon as he’s down, two nurses descend to check his eyes and to attach a mini-EEG to his temples. More people have touched him in the last twenty four hours than possibly his entire life up to this point, and if he wasn’t so nauseous he’d be feeling some kind of way about it. “Besides, look at the countdown. Canelo says we need at least six hours to get the wiring sorted. Might as well follow Cho’s example.”
“Right,” Robbie can’t see what Stark is doing, but judging by the deep sigh he doesn’t have it in him to argue, either. “Right, good shout. Yeah, let’s— When did he conk out?”
“An hour ago,” one of the nurses says in a way that promises to cut off Stark’s caffeine access.
“I thought it got quiet. Hey, Reyes, how’re you feeling? Nothing new popped? Brain all good?”
Robbie cracks open his bad eye to look at him over the nurse’s shoulder. He didn’t realise he’d closed them. “Fine. I think.”
“Thinking is a good indicator!” Stark exclaims, throwing his hands up. The enthusiasm makes him look ten years younger. “Go get some chow. Pam, make sure he doesn’t collapse in a hallway somewhere, Jen would eat one of my important organs.”
“I’m fine, I’m just—” Robbie presses his feet into the metal surface of the walkway. His knees feel detached, but less like they won’t hold if he tries to stand. “Just need a minute.”
“You need to sleep,” the nurse – Pam – waggles a finger on his face. “We’ve set up the old Horizon Bravo quarters—”
“No,” he protests. It’s half five. He can just make it, if his legs cooperate. “No, I need to go get my brother. He starts school at seven.” An exchange of significant glances occurs over his head. “I’ll be back after drop off. I’ll grab some food on the way.“
Lisa very kindly offered to help Gabe get ready in the morning when Robbie was told to come back to the hangar for the fifth shift to continue testing. He doesn’t mind leaving his brother to sleep on his own – he could never really afford to – but something about having a virtual stranger take over on such a short notice doesn’t sit right with him.
“Amadeus said you sorted it out,” Stark says, like he suspects he’s being had. It takes Robbie a moment to figure out he’s referring to Cho.
“In case I can’t make it back.” Robbie refuses to back down under his stare. “I can. So I will.”
“…Sure, whatever.” Stark makes eyebrows at Pam the Nurse before turning around to address everyone around: “Alright people, countdown is on fifteen hours! Pilot’s going to catch a snooze, everyone else get on the Conn-Pod while it’s free!”
“Did you not sleep at all?” Gabe yawns while Robbie collects a change of clothes. Parading through the support side in the undersuit made him feel half-naked and he’s not keen on repeating the experience. “Robbie, you have to sleep.”
“I know, buddy.” He’s also not keen on letting Lisa and Pam wait outside for too long. Lisa showed up despite Robbie texting her it was alright, ‘just in case’. “It’s just because the countdown is low, okay? Things will even out soon.”
After the next demon. Jesus, what is his life. If Gabe catches the implication, he doesn’t comment on it, so Robbie gets on with peeling the undersuit off. It’s much harder to do after sweating in it for eight hours and belatedly he realises that’s why you should’ve used that baby powder.
“What’s that?”
When he turns to look over his shoulder, Gabe’s pointing at his back, brows drawn together in concern. Does it show? Does what show? He feels along his shoulder blades as far as he can bend his arm, but other than sweat, nothing is there.
“What’s what?”
“It’s red. Like squiggles, but straight.”
“Where?”
He crouches down to let Gabe draw lines down his spine with his fingers. He still can’t feel anything out of order. “Picture,” Gabe makes a grabby hand for Robbie’s phone.
There are indeed lines of red blotches along his spine. Just skin irritation; something deep in Robbie’s chest releases in relief. Nothing to worry about. Probably just pressure from the spinal clamp. Yeah, those things dig in after a while.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he ruffles Gabe’s hair to his loud displeasure. “The drivesuit left some marks, that’s all.”
“Robbie, are you really going to fight the demon?”
Robbie knows every single expression Gabe has ever made better than his own face. He can tell whether his brother is happy or not, whether he needs space or coaxing, whether everything around him is too much or not enough – the one thing in life he thinks he’s definitely an expert in. But he’s never seen him look like this before. Like he’s afraid to be excited.
“No, I’m just–“ he searches for the right word. “The jaeger isn’t ready, and I’ve not had enough training. I’ll just be protecting the base.” Unless you grow some balls between now and go time. “I’m not doing anything risky, alright? It will probably be really boring.”
Are you kidding? You get to pilot the best-looking jaeger in the line-up and you expect it to be boring? God, he hopes it will be boring. There is a non-zero chance the demon won’t go for Hong Kong at all, and The Charger won’t even come off the suspension rack. He doesn’t want his first job to end up in a disaster because he has no goddamn clue what he’s doing. I know what I’m doing. That’s more than enough.
“I bet it will be really cool,” Gabe smiles encouragingly. Robbie blinks away the alien sense of puffed-up confidence he definitely hasn’t earned. “Lisa said we might go into a bunker. We’ve never been in a bunker before.”
Not that Gabe remembers, at least. “I can still take you to school, you know.”
“You,” Gabe puts his palm against his chest, “need to,” and powers his wheelchair to push Robbie towards the bunk bed: “sleep!”
Despite his insistence, Robbie doesn’t let him just leave. Pam is still waiting outside the door when he unlocks the ramp down to the corridor level. Her and Lisa must have made fast friends, because they abruptly stop talking as soon as they see Robbie. He has no reason to suspect they were talking about him, but two women going quiet and smiling like that never spelled anything good in my life before. Did he put his t-shirt on backwards or something?
“Morning! Are you ready to go?” Lisa grins at Gabe, who squeezes Robbie’s hand before letting go to roll his chair down to her side.
“I have time, I could–“ he starts, but Pam smacks him in the chest with a plastic bag. It smells faintly like bread. The look on her face dares him to finish the sentence.
“We can make it to CC on our own, right Gabe?” Lisa has a hand on Gabe’s shoulder. She and Pam exchange a conspiratorial glance, and Robbie barely gets a hug goodbye before his brother rides away without him.
Pam has enough mercy to let him stand in the doorway for a couple more minutes. “It’s half six,” she observes eventually like she’s commenting on the weather. “Eat the food, all of it. The outfitters expected you to have gained more weight by now.”
When Robbie peeks into the bag, it contains at least two doughnuts. “There’s a pager in there, too. If you aren’t asleep by eight, ping it, someone will come give you downers.”
“Downers?”
She gives him a pitying look. “You need at least five hours. You did well up there, but if you end up out in the ocean, you could be drifting for a very long time. Eat, sleep, and don’t show your face up in the dome until the third shift, no matter what R&D say. Got it?”
Robbie grits his teeth. “Eat, sleep, come back for third shift,” he mutters. “Got it.”
Pam smirks. “Another sunny one.” She pushes him again until he’s fully inside the bunk room and shuts the door behind her. Bitch.
He really needs to rest. Next thing he knows, he’ll be squaring up to Dr Montesi.
...Next time he wakes up, it will be to really pilot a jaeger. Out of the Shatterdome, with a demon due within hours.
Cheer up, kid. What's the worst that could happen?
#ghost rider pacific rim au#robbie reyes#eli morrow#fanfic#everybody get enough sleep challenge#I have been Informed that technically this is a filler and I could just jump straight to the demon part#but I was halfway through it so#here we go
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Gundam: Witch From Mercury Season 2 Episode 1 Review
- The show immediately jumps back into the status quo, almost as if Plant Quetta was just a nightmare. However we can see all our characters reacting to the situation no matter what kind of facade they put up. Suletta is starting to doubt her actions, Nika is haunted by the fact her friends almost died, Shaddiq is already making plans to frame Jeturk, and Miorine is stuck watching over her father. There’s a nice dissonance between the Spacians having fun while our main characters have now experienced true terror, never being able to recover.
- The dueling committee has changed up due to the attack. Now that Shaddiq is getting more involved in his father’s business, Sabina and Renee are ready to take up the helm. Felsi is now the acting substitute since Guel’s MIA and Lauda became the new head of Jeturk Co. Fianlly, Secilia and Rouji are the same as ever (and Secilia adorably protects her boy from Renee’s advances)
- El5n is absolutely fabulous and I love every second he’s on screen. He’s serving cunt every single minute and everyone thinks it’s weird, but no one has directly called him out yet. Still, judging by the OP, there’s a lot more than meets the eye when it comes to our James Charles-wannabe. The writers also took time to link him to Norea, so perhaps there’ll be a relationship developing between those two in the coming future. People in forums have already stated that he’s the most terrifying character due to his manipulative personality and lack of clear goals, but I’m rooting for him. Nobody who becomes a replacement head to ride a death bot and seduce a tanuki has a happy backstory.
- Due to Jeturk suits being used in the attack, the companies are now starting to scapegoat them in order to gain more power. This is causing an immense amount of stress for poor Lauda, who’s lost both his brother and father. I guess taking L’s is hereditary. I’m absolutely expecting him to snap and try to murder everyone. And honestly, as long as he’s planning to murder Shaddiq, I’ll support him.
- Norea and Sophie both transferred into school but they’re so bad at hiding themselves that they caught in the span of less than an episode. Interestingly, Sophie isn’t the one who rushes things, but instead Norea. Sophie seems more interested in just playing around, eventually getting her work done but for now just enjoying the situation. Meanwhile, Norea is wholly devoted to the cause. She threatens Nika with death twice and has no problem attempting to murder Suletta the moment she thinks it’s appropriate.
- Sophie’s dolls are especially interesting. She has four of them, two are her parents and two are her little sisters, and all of them are worn as hell. However, despite saying she loves them, she replaces one with a stolen Halo almost immediately. Sophie probably has no idea of what a family really is, she’s just acting out the motions of it. She replaces her stuffed animal when she finds a “better” one, not realizing that true families don’t replace. There’s also something interesting going on with her calling Suletta “Big Sis.” If Suletta is a clone of Eri then that technically makes them sisters, and now Sophie, another Gundam pilot, is adding herself to that family dynamic. Maybe all Gundam pilots are linked, not by blood, but by situation.
- Prospera once again is manipulating the hell outta everyone. She says to Suletta that she didn’t do anything wrong when her daughter starts having doubts, but with Miorine she states that she believes Suletta went too far. She’s just telling both of them what they want to hear, and guiding each of them to her own desired goal. Also Suletta literally said her mom was a magician so the “Prospera is brainwashing Suletta” theory is also getting a lot of ground
- Quiet Zero is apparently a plan to end war throughout the galaxy, and I can already tell you, that the name makes it clear that it won’t be through some peaceful method. It’s either a weapon designed to destroy whole planets or it’s some Evangelion hive mind shit where everyone in the world will be linked through the GUND system. And if it’s the latter, that would make the connection between Gundam pilots we see even more important. Soon, everyone will be family
- Nika is stuck between a Gundam foot and hard place. Poor girl just wants to build up connections between Earthians and Spacians but the organization that sent her turned out to be a terrorist organization. She doesn’t want her friends to be put in danger, but she’s scared to come out and ruin her friendship. Her tendency to isolate herself is what got her almost squished, it was only Suletta looking out for her that saved her. I hope she can be honest with her friends in the future and achieve her goal of peace. One that isn’t organized from mass murder/brainwashing
- My boy Guel didn’t show up in the episode. He’s busy entering his depressive spiral. However from the OP, it looks like he’s on Earth. Give me vigilante Guel
- Finally, let’s talk about that gorgeous ending. The amount of symbolism in that minute and thirty seconds is off the wall. Watching Miorine’s ghost constantly pass through her, showing that the two want to be together but can’t connect. Then, Aerial fucking stabs her in the heart, awakening something, and suddenly Suletta is dancing, controlling the GUND bits in her possession. There’s multiple Suletta’s dancing, maybe hinting the clone theory. She also loses her headband, the one her mom gave her, showing that she’s gained her own autonomy. Finally, her and Miorine are in formal dresses, holding hands, probably at Miorine’s birthday. Suletta looks more mature, she’s shed her childhood innocence.
In short, I’m so fucking hyped to be back. My sons and daughters are really going through it and I hope they all get out with minor mental trauma. Except for you Shaddiq, you Sha-dick
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actually building on that again (this is all coming from the heart as a guy who is awful at chess and other games of longer term strategy) i think isabel is very good when she can directly and immediately enact her vision onto the world via a direct form of action. and she struggles to plan things out several steps ahead. She struggles at art class because (especially public school) art class often involves planning your work ahead of time and building it according to established “rules” some of which end up unspoken. isabel is spontaneity. am i making sense
ISABEL IS SPONTANEITY…………..
Okay. Okay I’m thinking. I think that given her knack for strategy and success so far against opponents, she’s got to have at least a base level of skill when it comes to planning. I think where her talent/skill splits is when is comes to what I’ll call:
- Passive planning: Theory-based thinking founded on dynamic truths that Isabel knows/has observed to usually be true, and planning around those nonconcrete but probable outcomes. This is also how she’s so good at switching plans in a fight. ‘Johnny always starts a fight with a big right hook, so I’ll feint left then catch him off guard and off balance when he goes to swivel and I’m not there’.
VS:
- Active planning: Result-based thinking where the task is to arrive at a specific and/or predetermined end goal. Working backwards. ‘I’m baking a cake for Eds birthday. This cake needs 1/2cup of brown sugar and 4tbsp softened butter. Wait, softened butter is different from melted? Oops. Maybe it’ll be ok, butters still butter. We don’t have brown sugar, I can use white right?’ ‘Why did the cake come out so fucking bad’. This would play into why she lost the fight with Scabs in Ch4; Francisco’s “In 3 moves it will be your victory” line got her thinking about what would get her victory in 3 moves, rather than relying on her own gut, skills, and observation to get her victory in more/less moves on her own terms.
And god that part about public school art class is so real. Especially when you’re taught the rules and whether or not to break them, but not why! That’s just going through the motions without giving consideration to what any of it means, what it’s for. And the stress of trying to create something in accordance to what you think people want from you but they’re waiting to see what you’ll do and do you do what’s expected and be a good student or do you do your own thing and either be a bad student or a visionary! Whats the answer! It’s suffocating! It’s exhausting! You fail either way because you’re not doing it on your own terms and you’re not actually learning anything.
So Isabels passive planning is really strong. (Ex: she figured out the pixelhounds have a respawn power and uses that to take them down.) The only times we see it fail are when she doesn’t have enough information / enough ACCURATE information when making a call, and the result suffers because of it. (Ex: realizing she can end the Hitball game by getting everyone out, but the plan failing because she didn’t know Johnny well enough to realize he’d catch the ball. She doesn’t know him, she didn’t have a ‘Johnny’ factor to work into the equation.) But like we see with the Scabs fight and her missing that target, Isabels active planning is where the audience is given the opportunity to see her challenges.
Idk what that means about how shed do at chess. I’ve never played it always confused me. But I dunno if I think that makes her spontaneity exactly, but maybe…………………….. Probability??? Likelihood????
#asks#nbrights#paranatural#youre making SO much sense and im LOVING it. were having a socratic circle
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Re: homeschooling. There is ALOT of stigma, but I’ve heard the stigma is much higher in the USA than elsewhere, and this is an American site so all polls results are skewed to an American world view. So there’s that, what fears exist there that influence the vote? I’ll try to summarize. I’d be interested in a poll from everyone else. Also the points I’m gonna cover are just what I’ve heard over the years, and over the border as a Canadian myself, who only homeschooled for a few of my years, so it’s not iron clad or anything. Just some possibilities.
The stigmas come from the idea that it’s bad because there are, unfortunately, a lot of people who don’t do it right, or for the right reasons. The main objections are these kids are completely isolated socially, underprepared to function in the real world, and that they won’t get a proper education - either from ignorance or malice, or both. There may also be unconscious bias that the state (not the American sense of the word, but the institutional sense) knows best and how can parents know what to teach? Which probably feeds back into factors I don’t really have the qualifications to talk about but basically boil down to “if you educated them better they won’t be mindless minions for the capitalist/military/prison grind” - the state does not want that, so they purport the idea that it’s bad (yes that borders on conspiracy theory, not saying it’s true, saying I’ve heard this said). Never mind public education is a fairly new concept, historically speaking (and it is a good thing in many ways! Mandatory, free, basic education has eliminated illiteracy in many places for example. The concept started out with worthy goals, etc - have they strayed from them and why? Lack of care or just resources?)
Obviously, all of that is going to vary by who is doing it and why and if they have the time and resources and desire to do it properly.
Socially, you can absolutely create community elsewhere - when my mom was doing it with us, we went to the library every single week and met up with a bunch of other kids and planned social stuff and educational group trips to places like the science centre and the art and history museums. We mixed our book learning with practical skills - one person knew a sewing teacher, one person negotiated a discount for swim lessons, the library offered French lessons among its many other programs. And of course to supplement grade standard education lesson books, like math, spelling, etc, we were ALWAYS taking out books from the library, both fiction and non fiction. So there are absolutely ways to get a rounded education and a social life. I would say even more so now than when the concept was new for me 15-20 years ago.
But on the other hand, there are the horror stories, and success stories don’t circulate half so well. The people who isolate their kids to abuse them, don’t teach them anything, make them do chores all day beyond age appropriate responsibility or physical ability, etc. also the deliberate obfuscation of certain information or topics because of personal ideology, usually religious, because you know. Somehow education equates belief (sarcasm. Example: I learned people used to think the world was flat. Guess what? I don’t believe that).
These are just some random thoughts, feel free say it doesn’t make sense lol. I do believe if that’s what you want to do, and you have the love and time and ability and patience etc, and financial freedom for at least one parent to do it (someone’s gotta work unfortunately), then go for it. But do it right, and find as many resources as you can. Unfortunately there are people who go into it without preparation and for the wrong reasons and I can see why people believe kids need access to third parties somewhere in their lives, and school might as well be it. Like there’s very much merit and drawbacks on both sides. I think there’s kids who could come out from both systems with abysmal skills, and from both with stellar skills, (I’ve met both types), it’s just really gonna boil down to individual circumstances.
This is all really really interesting, thank you for the ask!! I knew some of this stuff but not all of it. And I don't think I knew you were homeschooled at one point, that's so cool!! (Oh and you're never gonna hear judgement about conspiracy theory sounding stuff from me lol)
#additionally i am friends with many homeschoolers and they are some of the smartest people i know#one is helping run a small business that is worth a lot of money#one is in college to become an interpreter#and there are many others!#thanks for the ask!!#homeschooling
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Getting Barreled
Wipeout - Chapter 5
Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: I’m so sorry about the long gap between chapters, I really try not to do that, hopefully since it’s so long it makes up for it. Anyways any feedback is always appreciated! Reblogs and comments mean a lot, I always leave my ask box open too if you wanna talk anon or something! Love you guys so much, hope you enjoy xx
Warnings: Smut, fighting, angst
Summary: Turns out Tom doesn’t like watching your flirt either
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When Tom arrived at your house on Friday night he wasn’t prepared for how dressed up you’d be. You wore a snug little black dress he’d never seen before, it nearly brought him to his knees. He knew all eyes would be on you as soon as you got to the party, and he was right. As soon as you two stepped inside he noticed people starting to ogle you, he knew it happened whenever you two went out, but tonight he was hyper aware of it. Tonight you were actually going to flirt back with one of the people that ended up approaching you. Normally you were too busy with Tom and your other friends to even realize when someone was trying to hit on you.
Tom knew it wouldn’t bug him, at least in the sense of him feeling left out or insecure. This was a planned event after all, he’d know you were just doing it to prove a point, but he was there to make you feel better. So he was going to sit by himself, feeling awkward and bored in the corner while you had fun. The only situation he could imagine himself getting actually worked up about was if someone started being creepy or coming onto you a little too aggressively.
Admittedly Tom was starting to feel a bit awkward already because you seemed to know everyone at the party, and Tom hadn’t recognized anyone yet. It was isolating, even for someone as social as Tom. It just wasn’t his crowd, the only college students he usually hung out with were locals, people he’d grown up with. He was used to more laid back parties too, kickbacks or bonfires that were almost always held on the beach. Being crammed into a tiny house with no room to move with a bunch of couples getting hot and heavy was hardly his idea of a fun party. Tom was surprised by how comfortable you seemed considering you always told him you preferred the smaller kickbacks you attended with him and Grace.
“There they are,” you waved to Anya when you spotted her hanging out in the kitchen, you grabbed Tom’s arm to drag him over to where her and her girlfriend stood. Anya was your coworker, but Tom knew the two of you also went to school together. Tom had met her a few times in passing but never really talked to her, but in that moment he was just happy to see a familiar face, “Tom this is Anya’s girlfriend Rey, Rey this is my friend Tom.”
“Nice to meet you,” Tom shook her hand.
“Do you guys want something to drinK?” Anya asked.
“Definitely,” you nodded, “You want a beer or something Tom?”
He shook his head, “Nah, I’m not gonna drink tonight.”
“No problem, I’ll be right back,” you followed Anya away to a crowded kitchen counter.
Tom watched as you two wiggled between people and attempted to grab some drinks. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. A tall, slim boy started talking to you while you were trying to find a drink you would like. It seemed like you knew him, and you started to blush as he spoke to you. Something he said made you start laughing before you and Anya came back to where Tom and Rey were waiting for you. The boy followed behind you and upon closer inspection Tom realized he had to be a few years older than you both, at least in his mid twenties.
“Here babe,” Anya handed Rey a setzler and wrapped her arm around the shorter girl, “This is Riley, he was the TA in our history of interiors class,” she explained, “Riley this is my girlfriend Rey, and (y/n)’s friend Tom.”
Riley nodded to both of them, “Nice to meet you both.”
“Yeah, you too,” Rey smiled back at him but Tom said nothing.
“So are you two students also?” he hummed.
Rey nodded, “Yeah, I’m in the fashion design program.”
“Two designers,” he chuckled, “That’s cute. What about you Tom?”
Tom pursed his lips, “I’m not in school.”
“Well academics aren’t for everyone,” he smiled and glanced down at you, “I certainly wish they weren’t for me.”
Tom fought the urge to roll his eyes while you smiled back at him, “Whatever, you took a TA job, and that does not pay well enough for anyone who doesn’t love school to do it.”
“I didn’t say I don’t love it, I just wish it wasn’t for me,” he chuckled, “I mean TA’s have a lot of responsibilities, and I’m not even allowed to flirt with the pretty girls in my class.”
Tom couldn’t believe you’d want to flirt with someone like Riley. For starters you were way out of his league, and he was obviously just some sort of stuck up academic. He was wearing a turtleneck to a party in the middle of summer, that alone should have been enough to deter you, but his last comment also seemed like a red flag to Tom. It made Tom wonder if you were actually into him, as more than just someone to flirt with for the night. Maybe while you were in class with him you’d developed a little crush, and the idea of that rubbed Tom the wrong way.
“We should play beer pong,” you suggested, a flirty smirk on your lips as you set a hand on RIley’s arm, “Tom’s not drinking so you could be my partner Riley.”
“That sounds lovely,” he agreed, “It looks like they're about to wrap up, we can take the winner.”
“Totally,” you giggled and squeezed his arm while he whisked you away to the beer pong table.
You smiled at Tom as you brushed past him, he just pursed his lips as he watched you two walk away.
“He seems like he’s quite a bit older than you guys,” he commented to Anya with a frown.
“What? He’s only like 23,” Anya laughed, “I think Rey and I are gonna try and play too, do you wanna head over there with us?”
He shook his head, “No, that’s alright, I’m fine here.”
Tom leaned back on one of the kitchen counters while he watched you and RIley flirt. A few people tried to talk to him but he brushed them all off, even if he weren’t there with a purpose he wasn’t in the mood to flirt. He had his eyes locked on you, Riley gave him bad vibes, and he was just waiting for him to do something weird or make you uncomfortable.
You didn’t seem to mind anything he was doing though. You smiled when he grabbed your waist and giggled when he started whispering in your ear. Tom was uncomfortable with it though, and he didn’t understand why you were okay with everything he was doing. It seemed so obvious to him that Riley was a creep. Everytime he moved closer to you or made you laugh it just fueled Tom’s anger. He had his hands clenched at his sides, his knuckles starting to turn white from how tight his grip was. If he made even one wrong move Tom was going to walk right over there and hit him.
Tom crossed his arms while he watched you cheer for Riley, congratulating him as he scored another point. Riley looked so smug about it, his eyes shamelessly wandered over your body every chance he got. It was making Tom sick, Riley was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, like he couldn’t care less about what kind of person you were or what sort of personality you had. Riley leaned in close to you and his hand dropped from your waist to your ass. That was the final straw for Tom, flirting was one thing, grabbing your ass was another.
He paced towards you two, his hands clenched at his sides again and his brows knit in frustration, “Okay, that’s enough,” he shoved Riley away from you and stepped in front of you, “Hands to yourself got it?”
Your eyes widened in shock as Riley tried to laugh it off, “Woah, hey, we’re just playing a game.”
“Yeah well if you touch her again I’m gonna break your fucking arm so just back off,” Tom threatened lowly, anger swirled in his chest. He had no problem starting a fight with some creep who thought he could get handsy with you, but luckily Riley backed off, “We’re going home,” Tom turned back to you and started pushing you towards the door.
You couldn’t do anything but gape at Tom while he ushered you out of the party. You had never seen him so angry, “What the hell Tom?!” you questioned as he threw open the front door.
“He was a fucking creep,” he seethed, ripping his keys out of his pocket as he stomped towards his Jeep.
“Creep?” you gaped again while you climbed into the middle seat, “We were just flirting Tom, it was totally normal.”
“That was not normal,” he scoffed.
“Yes it was, you know it was,” you were fighting a smirk while he started the car, “You just didn’t like feeling left out while I was flirting and having fun.”
“I am not jealous!” he snapped back at you, his cheeks flushing pink in an instant, “I just know when guys have bad intentions, and he obviously did.”
“He didn’t have bad intentions, he was flirting. It’s no different than how you were hitting on that girl at Adrien’s party,” you replied smugly.
“He grabbed your ass! And you obviously didn’t see how he was looking at you!”
“People check each other out when they’re flirting Tom,” you rolled your eyes, “Why don’t you just admit it made you uncomfortable? That was the whole point of doing this anyway.”
“Yeah I was uncomfortable with how much of a fucking creep he is!” he yelled back, glaring at the road in front of him, “There isn’t anything else to it (y.n). We're friends with benefits and that's it, you knew what you were getting into. It's not my fucking fault if you're catching feelings."
Anger started to bubble up inside you, just like it had the weekend before. He wouldn’t just admit that he was upset, even though that was the whole reason you two had gone out. You knew he wasn’t jealous, because of course he wasn’t. You wanted him to admit that it hurt him, the same way it had hurt when he did it to you. Instead he was trying to turn it around on you, and that made your blood boil.
"You are the last person on earth I would ever catch feelings for Tom. You're an immature, arrogant, self centered, prick. You don't have any ambitions or goals, and you don't do anything that doesn't give you some kind of immediate gratification. You're a good lay and that's about it, so don't ever start thinking I want something more than that with you because I don’t, and I won’t, ever,” you spat mean and spiteful words at him, determined not to be the one who went home hurt and crying again.
Instantly you recognized that you’d gone too far, and the way his face contorted confirmed that you had succeeded in hurting him. You regretted it right away, but instead of taking anything back you just sat in silence, waiting for him to respond.
Tom was angry, he gripped the steering wheel in front of him as tightly as he could. His chest puffed up as he tried to think of some sort of snarky reply but nothing came to him. He was a thousand times more hurt than he was angry and truthfully he didn’t know what to say. He’d always admired how driven and put together you were, envied it even. He didn’t like to show it or talk about it, but he was insecure about his own future. Of course he knew that he couldn’t just work at the surf shop and party forever, but he had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. It hurt to hear one of his best friends tell him that she also thought low of him because of it. Even worse was hearing that apparently he didn’t have much value to you beyond sex.
"Well I came out to do this stupid shit for you and it hasn't been gratifying in the least," his voice was low, sounding more tired than angry, "Actually it’s been pretty fucking miserable, but I did it to try and make you feel better because I know I fucked up. I know I’m not a great person but I try to do right by the people I care about, and you're one of those people. I wanted to make things better because you’re a lot more than just a good lay to me and I felt fucking awful for hurting you. I care about having you in my life and I care about our friendship, a lot, but if you think I’m just a selfish prick who’s only good for sex then fine. We can just be done, I’ll just leave you alone. That’s what you wanted in the first place right?”
Your face burned, you were embarrassed and ashamed and unable to speak. Silence fell between you once again as his words sank in. You felt nauseous.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized softly, “I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that, I-I just, I,” you stumbled over your words nervously, “You’re not just a good lay to me Tom, you’re my best friend, and there’s no excuse for me saying something like that to you.”
He glanced over at you, his expression softening when his eyes landed on yours, “(y/n)...”
“I just wanted you to admit that you were hurt, that I was right, and it felt like you were getting mad at me instead,” you admitted shamefully, “I didn’t want to go home crying and hurt again, so I tried to hurt you instead, and that was really shitty of me. I really appreciate that you wanted to do this and try to make me feel better. I’m sorry I’ve been snappy and mean, you’re a really good friend, even if I don’t deserve it.”
“You do deserve it,” he set his hand on your thigh, squeezing you closer to him to try and assure you it was okay, “And you’re not totally wrong either. I know I can be really selfish and I don’t have my life put together. I’ve always been kind of jealous that you’ve got it all figured out, I wish I could be more like you, I just don’t know what I want yet.”
“I wish I was more like you too. I mean sometimes I get so focused on school and my goals that I miss out on everything else, and I forget to do things that make me happy. That’s one of the reasons I like hanging out with you. You always make me have fun, and you remind me to live in the moment,” you blushed and looked down at your hands, “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with not having it figured out yet by the way. We’re still really young and plenty of people our age don’t know what they want yet. And I think it’s okay if you never figure that out either, just as long as you're happy Tom.”
“Well I’m almost always happy when I’m with you,” he cracked a smile, “But I’ll admit you were right, tonight really sucked. I still think he was a creep, but I didn’t like being there alone while you were off flirting. I’m sorry I did that to you."
“It’s alright, I was a way bigger jerk tonight,” your head fell on his shoulder.
“I get what you mean about it making you feel insecure too,” he bit his cheek before continuing, “It’s like why are you flirting with someone like ten leagues below you when I’m there and I’m only like one league below you.”
You couldn’t help but laugh because it was the most Tom way to confess to being insecure, “Don’t worry Tommy, you’re definitely better looking, and you’re way more my type.”
He smiled and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes as you rested on his shoulder, hopeful that you two would be able to put this all behind you and get back to business as usual. Fighting with your best friend was exhausting.
It was quiet, and you were both calm, but Tom’s mind was still running. There was still one more thing he wanted to get off his chest. Something about seeing you with another man had scared him, it made him feel something he’d never felt before.
“(y/n)?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe we should try being exclusive,” he waited for you to react. You sat up, but you were too surprised to say anything back to him, “Like only sleeping with each other. That way we can keep having fun but neither of us have to be insecure or anything,” his tongue darted over his lips nervously, “Plus a lot of guys are creeps, and I don’t want you to sleep with some dickhead who starts stalking you or something. I mean I want you to fall in love and all that, but until you find someone you actually want to date, I could be your exclusive booty call.”
“Exclusive booty call,” you laughed again, “I don’t know Tom. Could you really commit to that? I mean you’re going to Hawaii in a week…”
He nodded, “Honestly it’s been a while since I’ve slept with anyone else.”
“Really?” you raised a brow suspiciously.
He nodded again, a light blush flushing over his cheeks, “Yeah, I just haven’t really been interested. I mean I know it’ll be better with you,” he shrugged, “So I’d rather just sleep with you.”
“Well honestly I haven’t slept with anyone else in a while either,” you confessed.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
He chuckled, “I guess we’ve kind of been doing that for a while then.”
“I guess so,” you smiled and laid on his shoulder again.
“I think it’ll work just fine then,” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, “Do you wanna stay at mine tonight?”
“Yeah, that sounds nice Tommy,” you agreed.
“Alright.”
You both wore a smile for the remainder of the drive. It felt good to have everything out on the table, to really be back to normal. You stayed curled up against Tom and he kept his hand on you while you drove. The small touch was nice, but you were craving more. The flurry of emotions you’d experienced that night had set all your nerves ablaze in a way you knew only really had one cure. It didn’t help that your mind kept flickering back to the way Tom had yelled at Riley. He’d been so quick to jump to your defense, and the way he’d looked while he did it was nearly criminal. He looked so strong and imposing, it made you weak at the knees.
“Tommy?” you bit your cheek as he pulled into the driveway.
“I’m not gonna carry you in Flower,” he hummed and peaked over at you, “I don’t care how tired you are.”
“That’s not what I was gonna say,” you laughed lightly, “Actually I was gonna tell you that I’m not really that tired yet…”
“Yeah, it’s still pretty early, I figured we could throw on a movie or something,” he smiled innocently back at you.
He was playing dumb, you knew he was. Usually you initiated things with actions and body language rather than your words, so when you did hint at it verbally he liked to draw it out. He’d tried to get you to say the most explicit things he could, acting like he didn’t understand until you’d stated what you wanted outright. It wasn’t like you were embarrassed to say it outloud or talk about it, but when he played games like that it became a matter of pride. Horny or not you weren’t going to just give in.
“Yeah, or we could do something else,” you unbuckled yourself and him before bringing one of his hands to your waist.
“Sure, we’ve got some board games,” he sunk his fingers into the fabric of your soft dress as he continued to play dumb, “Some kind of trivia thing, I’m sure you’d be good at it.”
You looped a single finger around his necklace and dragged him towards you, stopping when your lips were just a hair apart, “How about something more physical? I’ve got a lot of energy.”
“Twister?” he suggested, “I don’t think we have that Flower.”
“Tom,” your eyes narrowed to a soft glare, “You know what I’m talking about.”
“How could I know something you didn’t tell me?” he cocked his head and knit his brows.
He was a good actor, but you knew him too well.
“Stop playing dumb,” you ordered, “I’m not gonna say it.”
“I’m not playing dumb,” his facade started to crack, you could see the corners of his lips threatening to tug up into a smile, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Tom,” you huffed, “Come on.”
“Just say it, so I know what you want,” he moved his free hand to your waist, pulling you closer as he encouraged you to speak, “It can’t be that hard Flower, you’re very well spoken.”
You could smell his piña colada chapstick, he was so close you could practically taste it too. Annoyed with his continued teasing you tried to lean forward and kick things off, but he leaned back. His lips were now drawn to a full smirk, obviously happy that he was winning. More than anything you wanted to kiss him and wipe that smug look off his face.
“You’re a dick,” you accused.
“Really? I’m just trying to help,” his chest vibrated against yours as he let out a low, sensual chuckle, “If you just tell me what you need I’m sure there’s something I can do for you.”
“Sex Tom,” you stated bluntly, “I want to have sex. You know it’s really unsexy when I have to say it out loud like that.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, I thought it was incredibly sexy,” he purred before he pressed his lips to yours.
His fingers sank further into your waist and you wrapped both of your arms around his neck. A deep, satisfied groan left your lips at the contact. Tom dropped one hand to your thigh and attempted to pull you into his lap, but his plans were foiled by the steering wheel. Your ass grazed against it when you attempted to straddle him and set off his car horn, causing both of you to jump and pull away from each other. You stared at each other for a moment before starting to laugh.
“Maybe we should head inside first,” Tom suggested with a smile.
You nodded in agreement and climbed off of his lap and out of the car. Tom followed after you, keeping his hands on your waist as you ran towards the door. He buried his face in your neck while he reached for the door. He left a trail of wet kisses over your skin as you tumbled into the house. You bit your lip to hide your laughter as you made your way towards his room.
He grabbed the back of your dress as you pushed the door open, “Let me get that zipper for you love.”
“Shouldn’t you start getting undressed first?” you spun around to face him, “You’ve got a lot more on.”
“Save the best for last,” he grinned and tugged your zipper down.
“Oh really?” you laughed.
He nodded and pushed the dress off your shoulders. His eyes followed it all the way to the ground, watching as it pooled around your feet. He bit his lips as his eyes trailed upwards, “You know I’ve been thinking about peeling this off of you all night.”
“Dog,” you jabbed playfully as you lifted his shirt.
He grinned and pressed his lips against your ear, “Woof.”
A chill ran up your spine while he nipped at your ear. His hands left a warm trail across your bare skin, sending a flood of heat to your core. He pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and started moving towards your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, craning your head back so he’d have access to more of your skin.
“So I don’t get any help with my clothes?” he teased, you could feel his lips curl to a smile against your skin.
“Not until you ask nicely,” you teased back.
He bit his lip and pulled back so his eyes could meet yours, “You want me to get on my knees too?”
“You’re not the only one who gets to make demands Holland,” you jabbed your finger into his chest.
“Oh well in that case,” he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear again, “Will you pretty please help me with my clothes love?”
“Yeah I think I will,” you purred back, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
You tugged the thin, cream colored shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it to the ground. You ran your hands down his chest and abs, stopping just above the waist of his jeans. His eyes darted downwards, watching as you traced over the edge of his pants. Instead of popping open his jeans you hooked your fingers in his waistband and started walking backwards, stopping when the back of your legs hit his bed. You teased him by running the back of your fingers along his waist before you finally undid his button and pulled down his zipper. His jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, placing both of his large hands over your ass.
“Alright,” he hummed, “My turn again.”
His hands dropped to the back of your thighs, before you could react he lifted you up and tossed you onto the bed. You squealed and erupted in laughter while you bounced across his mattress. He laughed and crawled onto the bed beside you, rolling you onto your back and straddling your hips. His hands started at your waist and krept up your body all the way to your breasts. One hand stayed at your breasts, giving a soft, teasing squeeze while the other moved up to your cheek. He used his thumb to tug down on your bottom lip, forcing your lips into a pout.
“Gorgeous,” he commented under his breath, “How about a kiss angel?”
A little awestruck you pressed a kiss to his thumb. Tom had an ability to make you feel so delicate and special, like you were the only person in the whole universe. Already dark eyes turned nearly black as they drank in your every move. Soft pink lips would curl into an almost devilish grin before smothering every inch of your skin in hot, sultry kisses. His hands would trail all over your body, making you feel warm and weak under his touch. It seemed almost unfair how good he was.
You reached up, lacing your hands through his hair so you could pull him down to you. You nipped at his bottom lip right away and he happily opened his mouth. He squeezed your breast again before his hand slipped under you, unclasping your bra with surprising ease.
“Usually takes you longer than that,” you mumbled against your lips.
“Shove it,” he mumbled back before sitting back up.
He tugged your bra off and eyed your chest, smiling wide as he reached down to touch you. He ran his hand over your delicate skin before he leaned in, pressing his lips to the valley between your breasts. You bit your bottom lip while he sucked at the skin there, waiting for him to move to your more sensitive areas. You used one hand to tug at his messy curls, trying to prompt him to move along.
For once he decided against teasing you and moved his mouth over your right nipple, taking the left between two of his fingers.
You moaned and pulled at a tuft of his hair, “Fuck,” you groaned against him, “Tom.”
He continued sucking at your skin while you leaned up into his touch. You rocked your hips up into his, which prompted him to reach down between you. Instead of touching you like you’d hoped he palmed over himself. He groaned against your skin and pushed his boxer brief down off his hips. You reached down to pull your own underwear off but he stopped you.
“Let me,” he purred, running a single finger over your underwear.
“Tom please,” you whined.
Instead of listening he pulled your underwear to the side and slid a single finger into you. You moaned as he started to finger you, rocking your hips eagerly against his hand. He tugged your nipple between his teeth before he pulled away from your breasts.
“That feel good angel?” he cooed, teasing you with a second finger.
You nodded quickly, “Amazing.”
“Good,” he added the second finger and curled them both inside you, “I want you to be nice and wet for me angel.”
You moaned under him while he reached down to start stroking himself. After he was sure he’d gotten you wet enough he carefully removed his fingers and pulled your underwear down. You let out an annoyed groan at the loss, to which he only chuckled.
“Hi beautiful,” he set one hand on your cheek and used the other to reach behind you for a pillow.
“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist as he tried to move the pillow under you, “I wanna be on top.”
He grinned and leaned back, “Lucky me.”
He grabbed one of your hands to help pull you up and traded spots with you. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch you climb on top of him. You dragged your fingertips down his abs before you took him in your hand. He bit down on his bottom lip while you ran your thumb over his head.
“Fucking hell,” he swore and tried to place one of his hands over yours.
You swatted it away with a smile, “My turn.”
He chuckled and fell back onto the bed, “Alright.”
“That feel good Tommy?” you cooed while you jerked him off.
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed, “Very.”
“Good,” you lifted your hips and hovered above him, “Ready?”
He nodded and grabbed your hips, “I got you angel.”
You used one hand to hold him in place while you sank down onto him. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out in you. His fingertips dug into your skin while you adjusted to his length. At first you just rocked your hips against him, warming yourself up to the feeling of riding him. He kept moaning under you, using his hands to help guide you through the movements.
You braced one of your hands against his stomach before you lifted your hips and sank down again. Tom let out a deep, approving groan and ran his hands up and down your sides. He moved a hand down to your clit while you found your rhythm. You moaned while you bounced and ground against him.
“Shit,” Tom’s eyes flickered between your eyes and your breasts while you bounced on top of him, “So pretty,” he groaned.
You let out a breathy laugh and ground down extra hard against him. He squeezed your hip and started to thrust up into you. You moaned and brought your free hand to your breasts, pinching the same nipple he’d been sucking at just minutes before. You could feel your high coming, everything building up to the perfect climax. Tom wasn’t any better off either, all his skin was flushed and dewy, and the sounds he was making were downright pornographic. You panted above him, suddenly jolting and moaning when he pinched your clit.
“Tom!” you cried out.
“You gonna cum for me angel?” he squeezed your waist when he felt you tightening around him.
You nodded eagerly, “Yeah.”
“You feel so incredible,” he complimented, starting to take over the majority of the thrusting as you got closer and closer, “And you look so gorgeous angel, can’t wait for you to cum for me.”
You whimpered and leaned forward so you could grind on him a little harder. He pinched your clit again and everything came crashing down. A flood of warmth overtook your body as you clenched down around him. You panted and moaned while he groaned happily. He pushed himself up while you rode out your high, continuing to pound into you while he buried his face in your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin while he chased down his own climax. You threaded your hands through his hair and tugged at some of his curls. He moaned and pressed his lips to yours as he finished. You kept rocking your hips against him, helping him to ride it out the same way he’d helped you. He didn’t pull his lips from yours until he’d finished.
You both wore happy, tired smiles while you stared at each other. After a minute of just staring you both started to laugh and Tom pressed his lips to yours again. He pulled away and carefully pulled out of you.
He hummed, tracing over your hips with a smile, “Bet you’re tired now huh?”
You smiled back, “Yeah, but I need to go to the bathroom before we go to bed.”
He nodded, “Got it, let me get you something to wear.”
He climbed out of the bed and grabbed an oversized shirt for you. He pulled it over your head and helped you stand, laughing when he noticed you wobbling on your way to the door. He pulled on a fresh pair of underwear while you peed and fell back into the bed to wait.
“You need a nightlight in that hall,” you commented, rubbing your eyes as you padded towards him, “I almost walked into Harrison’s room.”
“Well I’m sure that would have made Haz’s night,” he laughed, opening his arms to invite you back to him, “Come on, I’m cold.”
You rolled your eyes and crawled over him, snuggling up between him and the wall. Tom wrapped his arms around you as you laid your head on his chest, one of his hands lazily dragged up your back while you closed your eyes. His chest rumbled with a content hum, a smile tugged across his lips as he placed a kiss against your forehead.
“(y/n)?” he spoke your name softly, trying to gauge if you were up for pillow talk or not.
“Tom,” you mumbled back.
“I’ve been thinking lately,” he continued, a light blush spreading across his cheeks, “About what I want to do with my life.”
“Really?” you yawned.
He nodded, “Yeah, a little. I’ve just been thinking that I really like working with kids, you know, helping them come out of their shells and everything. Maybe I’d like to do that more full time.”
“Like being a teacher or something?”
“I don’t know about that, I never really liked school,” he sighed, “But something with kids, maybe an after school program or some kind of counseling or something? I don’t know, maybe I could just open my own surf school.”
“I think you’d be really good at that Tom,” you smiled up at him, “You could always take a few classes on it and see if you like it.”
He nodded, “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that. Then we could carpool to school together,” he chuckled.
You hummed, “Fine, but you better not make me late.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Flower,” he chuckled.
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A/N: hello everyone, this wasn't my intention to start writing then put things off , plus with this I tried to do my research and I asked a few of the ladies here some advice, a few weeks ago I called my uncle who's a doctor and asked him, so if any advice please just inbox me, I know no one who's even been shot before so here's what I came up with.
A/N please excuse any errors or misspellings, I did very little editing, this has been sitting in Google docs a while waiting on an end to be added. I want to thank anyone who reads and like my story. Any feedback is welcomed trust me I would not be offended, this is a learning experience to me, I wrote somewhat in middle school, I read others work and be like some of you could be professional writers.
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ENVY
Book: The Royal Romance
Paring: Liam x Mia
Summary: Summary: This takes place 2 years after meeting Riley, Liam meets 24 year old Amelia Ramos and starts a new relationship.
Rated R
Most characters belong to pixelberry
Warning: Gun violence, some profanity, 18+
Chapter 3 Disaster strikes
New York
"Liam needs me, it's a big night, so Maxwell told me Liam has met someone he spent a lot of time with while he was here."
"Yeah Drake told me about her, but do you think he's over Riley?"
"The way Max tells it he is, he said has the same look for Mia he used to have for Riley.
"Oh interesting but what about the situation?
"That's not our place, but thank you for being there for her, I love you."
"I love you too Olivia." He pulled her close and showered her with soft kisses
"Leo, you'll make me late." I need to Shower and get dressed."
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Cordonia
Liam spent most of his day in meetings. He made it back to his quarters at 3pm, he knew Mia would be up around 7am to get ready for work.
She answered on the second ring. ”Hello beautiful, how is your morning going?"
“It’s okay I just really miss you a lot, " I was just having coffee and doing a little online grocery shopping before work." Liam hit the FaceTime button
I miss you too, my love. I've closed the deal I was working on, so after this fundraiser, I can come visit for a few days. I know you have work and you planned to come here in 2 weeks." A knock on his door. "My love someone is at my door, can you hold for a moment."
"Sure."
“My son, we need to talk."
“Okay father give me a minute I was on a call, I’ll be right back."
“My love It’s my father he needs to talk with me, I’ll call you when you get off work.( Kisses)
" Okay lo, I mean kisses talk to you later." Oh boy I almost told him I love him, good save I hope, you know it's too soon for that she said to herself.
"Yes Father?"
"May I come in?"
"Sure father"
"Son, you know I'm getting up in age, it's time I stepped down."
"When?"
"At the end of the next social season, William, I need you to find a wife. Madeleine is my first choice, but I can understand you looking elsewhere, but to reality secure that you choose a good queen,Princess Francine Hassan of Morocco, or Princess Alana of Norway, either woman would be a wonderful choice for Cordonia for different reasons and I met the princess of Norway she's so beautiful."
"Father, I will not be in some loveless marriage or marry for Cordonia, I will find my own wife, someone I love and care about."
"All I have ever tried to do is protect you, from getting hurt, from experiencing the pain I was caused when someone took your mother, the only woman I've ever loved away from me, you are all I have left of her.
He felt bad for his father, but he still wanted love and if he was granted a second chance, he was going to grab it and hold on for life.
"I understand, but I'm a man you must trust that I'll make the right decisions regarding my love life." He finally said
"Son, your enemies will use the people you love against you and that will hurt you more than anything, remember I love you son, and only try to protect you."
" I love you too father, but if you'll excuse me I gotta go, I take it you can see your way out."
He walked into the hallway, he took a deep breath to try calm his nerves before he called Drake.
Hey Li."
"I really need to relax before this Gala, are you guys for a spa day?'
"Sounds good buddy." Max said
"Yeah count me in." Drake said
They were all relaxing when Max brought up Mia.
Liam smiles at just thinking of her. " I am falling for her, I mean she could be the one, I don't know what about this woman that makes me so happy but I believe that we belong together, I mean she's beautiful, smart, caring and she smells absolutely amazing all the time, guys I so wish she were here tonight."
" Buddy I'm so happy to see you happy again, you deserve it." Max said
"And so do you Drake, you'll meet someone, who will make you happy."
Liam Studied Maxwell for a moment, " My friend, so do you, are you still dating that Mark guy?"
Max,was looking down avoiding eye contact, Drake turned to look into his eyes "Okay Beaumont spill it, what are you hiding?"
"I was on a date with Ava and Mark ruined my date, he caused a scene, both broke up with me.
"Why didn't you talk to us?" Liam asked
"Really, it's no big deal."
"I'm assuming this happened around 2 weeks ago? Drake said"
"How did you know that?"
"Well Beaumont you were in an unusually bad mood,"
Drake laughed. "Oh my God Beaumont, I just realized all the women you've dated are red heads."
Maxwell smiled. "So what about it?"
“So you do have a thing for Liv?"
"I never thought of her that way, sometimes she can be kinda scary and sexy at times." Desire crossed his eyes for a moment
“I don’t know you all made me think how hot she can be at times, but she probably would never date me
"Never know until you try Max, Liam patted him on the back
“Let face it Max said, she always had a thing for you Rys men.
"What do you mean men? I only knew she was kind of into me."
“Max and Drake laughed, kind of, she's been in love with you forever man."
“ But after she found out your feelings for blossom, I saw her making out with Leo ."
Both Drake and Liam's mouths hang open.
“My brother always gets what he wants but just plays with women's feelings too much, I hope he's not going to hurt my friend."
They all made it back to the palace and went there separate ways to get ready for the Gala, it was now 7pm, Liam had the chef to prepare him dinner, there would be food but they served dinner really late at this event.
He ate, then showered and got dressed, it was 9pm time for the Gala. Mia was just getting off work, he faced her, she picked up on the first ring, “Hello beautiful how was your day?"
“It was nice, I just miss you like crazy, I have been thinking I own my own business and Jennifer is reliable, I want to come to visit you."
“My love, that sounds wonderful, but I didn’t want to pull you away from anything important, you told me your work was very important."
“It is but in a short time you become important to me too, you told me you had a ball to attend right?".
“Yes a fundraiser to help families living on the streets of Cordonia, we give them a home and see if we can help them get on there feet, we only help them for a year, we support them either till they find a job or they opt out of the program, we hate to see that happen, we start this last year we helped 10 families get on their feet, last year we only raised 6 million."
“I will ask my dad to put in 6 million for me, I’m sure once he sees why I’m asking he’ll have no problem with it, we've been talking for 30 minutes and you have a ball to attend."
“I'd rather stay in my suite talking to you all night, a knock on the door, he let out a sigh sorry my love It’s my guard (Kisses) call you once I am done."
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He mingled and worked the room, he knew his smile could get him just about anything he wanted, he had already raised 10 million dollars this year, he thought about Mia 16 if her father gives, an older lady walked up that he had never saw before, she offered 20 million if I spent one night with her, I had to decline, after all she to old and I have a girlfriend.
I worked the room more, Drake and Maxwell and Rashad, come over laughing, I see you sent Mrs. Ferguson."
“Neville actually slept with her for her 30 mill for his father's charity event." Rashad said laughing.
“So gross I couldn’t imagine being with someone who could be my Nanna, come on I am only 26 and that lady is like 60/70." Liam said as he laughed.
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Mia had hung up and went and showered, she hadn't washed her sheets yet that still smelled of him, she only slept on his side of the bed, he had left a bottle of his cologne behind and she would spray a little in the air before falling asleep
She slept for about an hour before she heard banging on the door, it was almost five, they came in with wine coolers and food, Jen looked around. " Is your man back already?"
“I wish, sit guys I want to talk to you, Jennifer I need you guys help, I want to visit Liam, but I need someone I can trust with my baby, you both know how important my career is, but I got to be honest in a short time I’ve fallen in love with Liam .
“Love is big Mia, you just met him." Jen said.
“I know but I have never felt this way for anyone before, sure I have loved guys but I was never in love with them."
Her friend's mouth hung open, the sex must be good if he got you all in love, she didn’t look up at her, so you haven’t had sex?" Oh my God you really are in love."
“ Let's take your mind off this call my brother Amy, let’s play cards, Daniel came over.
“So Dan, who's your new boy toy this week?
“Are you staying with mom again?"
"Jen, please I'm fine, and God no I'm not staying with mom."
“I was just checking on you, I wish you would settle down and pick one guy, we all worry about you"
“Jen you start this every time you are drunk stop it, I am fine."
She didn’t say anything else, she took her phone out texting her mom.
The announcement caught Mia's attention. "Turn that up.
"This is Craig Shyster reporting from Corodia General hospital, we got a tip that Prince William Rys, was shot in the shoulder doing a Gala fundraiser last night and the person who shot him was shot dead on scene, right now we have no further information about the Prince condition at this time."
It was like someone punched me in the gut , I got dizzy, I was losing my mind, all flights were canceled to or from Cordonia, I got myself together, I called my father.
He could hear my voice trembling, asking what was wrong.
“Father, did you see the news about Prince William Rys?"
“Yes I saw it but what does that have to do with you?
“He’s the guy I was telling you about."
"No flights are going in or out. I need your private jet.
“Mia, that might not be a good idea, the prince just shot you in danger.
“Please father, I don't care, I need to get to the man I love."
“But you haven’t known him long and you believe you love him?"
“Yes and he may be dying thinking I didn’t care enough to come be at his side, father please I’ll do you want even let you put me back under your protection, I will follow whatever you want to get me to Cordonia please."
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2 hours earlier
Olivia and Penelope made their way over to Liam smiling, “ we made 4 times the amount as last year,
Him and Olivia walked across the room. “So I hear you met someone"
“Who told you this?
“I can’t reveal my secrets, but if this Mia woman is what you want I wish you all the best."
“Can I ask you something Olivia?
“Sure you can."
“Why didn’t you tell me about you and Leo?"
“Well we didn’t tell anyone it just happened."
"I assume my father doesn’t know, and how do you feel about Leo?
“I love him, and Con knows they had a big fight about 6 months back, we were at Leo’s in California when your father visited him, but don’t worry me and Leo will handle it."
A man walked over and handed Liam a note saying his father needs to speak with him, unknown to Liam his father had got a similar note saying Liam needed to speak with him, excuse me lady Olivia
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Drake went along as security, they entered the room and it was dark, “I guess my father hasn’t arrived yet, they turned on the light and one of the head guards, Damien, had a gun pointed at Constantine's head.
“Dammit what are you doing Damien?"Drank asked
“ avenging my parents death, see along with Olivia parents, my family should be on the throne, my brother may have failed but I won’t."
"Your old man ordered my parents alone with Olivia parents to be assassinated for fighting for what was rightfully theirs, the Rys family should have never been on the throne
"Gentleman let me tell you, your father is not a good man
Drake's eyes went wide,giving an annoyed look. What the hell is he talking about your father.
Damien could see Drake trying to figure out what he was talking about
"Oh my Mr. Walker I assume that King Constantine has never told you he’s your real father?" Am I right?" He laughed."
“What? He’s not my father you fucken psycho and never will be!"
“Drake my boy I have documents that say otherwise, the birth certificate you have is from America but see you were born here, your father the king arranged it all, for Jackson to adopt you and legally become your father go on ask him to tell the truth ?'
Tears were running down Drake face, "TELL THIS SONOFABITCH YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER GO ON CON FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE TELL HIM HE’S WRONG."
“Son I can’t do that, it’s all true your mother was my mistress and she got pregnant, she didn’t know who your father was me or Jackson, but the test come back 99.9 that I was your father, so I paid off American doctor to say you were born in the US, were only a week old."
Drake fort Back his emotions, he knew he had to sort out whatever feeling he had later, right now he had to stay in professional mood and dispose of the situation at hand
"Who dies first?" they head Damien ask
"I volunteer, please just let my boys go they haven't done anything but be born into the Rys family but they are innocent."
" I love both of you and only try to do whatever is best for you."
"How touching." He pulled the trigger and Liam leaped in front of his father getting shot In his Left shoulder, both Constantine and Liam hit the ground, at this time Drake has managed to get his spare gun and shooting Damien dead.
Drake took off his dress shirt asking Constantine to apply pressure to the wound, until he can get some help
Once the EMT arrived, they were led in and out through a secret tunnel, they got him to hospital quickly.
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I’m back with more! I found an incorrect quotes blog I liked in middle school and was inspired. I can’t take credit for these jokes, they came from tumblr user jacketbones! I just edited them for my current hyperfixation! This will probably be the last submission for a bit now that I have it out of my system?
(also i’m so sorry for the length of this freaking thing but I didn’t want to submit multiple posts)
Sun: you are the first people in recorded history who have started a fire with water.
Y/n: Thank you!
Moon: I don’t think that was a compliment.
Y/N: i’m not seriously in love with them. we just met. feelings fade.
(3 months later)
Y/N: …any day now.
Moon: I need you to swear-
Y/n: Fuck.
Moon: … Swear as in promise.
Sun, waving: BYE Y/N, BYE MISS VANESSA, BYE KIDS, BYE Y/N!
Moon: You said “bye y/n” twice.
Sun, still waving: I like Y/N!
Y/n: My mother said to never fall in love with a man. She said they would break my heart.
Y/n: So I fell in love with a couple animatronics instead. And so far, I’ve only got a concussion!
(and a twisted ankle, a cut up hand, probably some bruises somehow)
Sun and/or Moon: I’ve never had a friend before!
Y/n: I’ll be your friend :)
Sun and/or Moon: …
Sun and/or Moon: … I’ve never had a romantic partner before either!
Moon: yeah, i’ve never been that big on romance.
Vanessa: (Rolls eyes)
Moon: what?
Vanessa: Last week Y/N drew a picture of you and you cried in front of all of us.
Moon, sweating: that doesn’t count-
Y/n, sneaking in through a window:
Moon turning in his chair: Wanna tell me where you’ve been all night?
Y/n: I-I was…with Sun!
Sun, in the corner with a lampshade on his head: Wanna try again, sunshine?
Both of the boys at all times: I love you.
Y/n: Haha, I get it. You love me as a friend right?
Pick whichever one you find funnier: (desperately trying to hand y/n flowers) YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND.
(it’s whos on first but it’s these 3 trying to communicate their feelings)
Y/n: I don’t need to go to bed. I’m not tired, I’ll be fine.
Moon: But I’ll be so cold without you! Come to bed, I need my cute little human-heater!
Y/n:
Y/n: Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?
Moon: Is it working??
(I think y/n is too oblivious to catch even the most blatant of flirting, but this one was too good to skip)
Y/n: We all have our demons.
Y/n: (grabs Eclipse) This one’s mine.
(some eclipse love!)
The boys after meeting Y/N: I wonder what they are thinking about… they’re so small and sweet and cute.
Y/N, internally: (wii music)
(No thoughts head empty)
Y/N: you’re the loves of my life and my best friends, i would do anything for you
Sun and Moon: We want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Y/N: absolutely not
Vanessa: Y/N…. I really think he likes you.
Y/n, with Moon sitting on their lap and kissing their neck: Trust me when I say this means nothing.
Y/n: We’re best friends, forever!
The boys, too stubborn to confess their real feelings: Yes. Indeed. Best friends. Hold my hand.
Y/n: with great power comes great responsibility
Sun: so are you going to be responsible?
Y/n: HAHAHA no
Y/n: Don’t be ridiculous! The Daycare attendants don’t have a crush on me.
Vanessa: yes they do.
The Glamrocks: Yes they do.
All the daycare kids: Yes they do.
The boys, entering with more art supplies: Yes we do!
Sun: You want Y/N to get some sleep.
Sun: And I want Y/N to get some sleep.
Sun: So now we gotta make sure Y/N wants Y/N to get some sleep.
Moon: Fantastic plan but have you met Y/N
Y/n: i’ve only slept eight hours.
Moon: That’s not bad!
Y/n: in the last five days.
Moon: Never mind!
(literally said something like this in one of the chapters I think)
Y/n: Pfft. Crimes against humanity?? But sir,
Y/n: (slaps roof of animatronic) There literally is no humanity in the man’s!!
(I don’t think y/n in your fic would say this but I had to make the joke)
Sun and Moon or Eclipse : you can’t like me. I’m not even human, i’m an animatronic.
Y/n, ready to unleash ungodly amounts of love: You absolute fool. That’s one of the many reasons I like you so much.
Y/n: It’s so frustrating!!
Sun: What?
Y/n: Oh, this romance thing I’m watching. The male lead is so obviously in love the the female lead, but somehow she just doesn’t notice!
Sun, wearing a t-shirt that says “please date us Y/n”: Ah. Of course.
Hope you enjoy! (scurries back into my nest blanket for the next week because social interactions are nerve wracking)
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IM CRYING THESE ARE SO FUNNY “we’re best friends forever” is my favorite
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Then Out of the Aether - (Ch. 8)
Summary: You all have a great night. Unexpectedly, you and Eddie owe it to Nancy Wheeler.
Warning: None
A/N Multi-chapter slow burn. Henderson!Reader.
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Hellfire Club doesn’t take a break for the holidays.
You shouldn’t be surprised.
You aren’t, really. You’d just nodded along last week when Dustin asked if you would give him a lift to and from Mike’s house instead. He'd given you the times and demanded you write it down somewhere so you couldn’t possibly forget!
You’d urged him to slow his roll and told him to ask again more politely.
He had.
Eventually.
With an eye-roll.
But, once he did, you had agreed to do some amended Friday chauffeuring.
Which is why you are now sitting around the kitchen with Nancy Wheeler.
Dustin had waited until your arrival to inform you the game was going long (“Eddie added a surprise for the holiday! And, yes, Mrs Wheeler said it’s fine!) so it’s this or head downstairs and risk being accused of rushing him.
And, anyway, you like Nancy just fine. You might not be best friends, but she's nice and you've known her a long time. You had started off talking about Jonathan – easy – and drifted to talk of college.
Incidentally, it’s not a topic you love.
It makes you nervous even though it’s a conversation that comes up all the time these days. You just…don’t really know what you want to do or where you'll go to do that mysterious something.
You have applied to a few state colleges because a big part of you would like to get out of Hawkins…but you’ve also applied to community college so you can stick close. Partially because of being lost re: the future, but…you are also reluctant to leave Dustin and your mom.
Maybe that’s lame, but those are the facts.
You certainly don’t have the detailed plans that Nancy does.
You are happy to listen, though. You can picture her ideas working out just as she says – she’s always had a quiet determination about her that makes what she says seem obvious.
“...I can’t wait,” she concludes her point about moving away.
You understand that – truly. Hawkins has had some bad memories for both of you. And yet…part of you squirms at her steadfast declaration.
Which is fine. You remind yourself Ms Kelley, the guidance counselor, says people cope in their own way and in their own time. She also says it’s normal not to have your whole future mapped out at 19 years old …
But sometimes it sure seems like you’re the only one.
When conversation lulls you let Nancy know you can go join the crew downstairs. If she has better things to do, you don’t mind.
“No, don’t worry – I won’t subject you to that,” she laughs.
You don’t tell her you don’t think it’s so bad.
Still, the two of you keep chatting about school and the holidays, and you try not to let yourself think she’s only doing this because her dad is in the living room and expects her to be a good hostess.
Feet eventually come plodding up the stairs; Mike and Lucas buzz through without a word.
“We are going to check out some of Mike’s old figurines!” Dustin blurts at you on the way past.
“...I guess I’ll just sit here,” you gripe.
“Cool!” he ignores your tone entirely.
Awesome.
Jeff and Eddie emerge next with more poise.
“Hey,” Jeff lingers to greet the both of you.
“Hey – sorry to go late,” Eddie beseeches you.
“S’okay – Dustin should’ve said something,” you assume this Holiday Special was forewarned about and it had either slipped his mind or he thought you wouldn't agree to the timetable.
“Yeah. I could’ve given you a heads-up, though,” Eddie insists, and you wonder if it’s for your convenience or if he thinks he should’ve let you know your normal Friday is…maybe forfeit. You glance at the stove clock.
Gareth shoulders past Eddie with a little smirk behind his back.
“Next time,” you assure him and watch Gareth and Jeff shunt each other away toward the stairs.
“For sure…you’re cool waiting a while longer?” he throws a thumb up to gesture to the next floor. “I can give him a ride…”
“Oh, it’s okay. I’m here now."
“Yeah…Wheeler, you good?” he checks with her, too.
“... …very good,” you catch a tone from her.
You hear Mr. Wheeler mutter a “guess I’m good, too” from the next room, but Eddie either doesn’t hear him or Mike had already advised that he could be more or less ignored.
“...’kay. We’ll be back…”
He jogs to the stairs to catch up and sends a last small wave before disappearing past the landing.
When you straighten around, Nancy is biting her lip to (poorly) smother a smile.
“...what?”
She widens her crinkled eyes and points up the stairs.
Ugh.
“Stop”
Nancy hisses your name in a surprised little gasp.
“Don’t”
“...you two?” she keeps her voice down because she is a sensible girl despite the giddy look growing in her eyes.
“No,” You tell her, though somehow when you say it…it doesn’t feel true. “I don’t now,” you whisper; then, more definitively: “No.”
“Uh-huh. Okay. Out with it”
You scowl at her.
“This isn’t an investigative journalist moment, Nance”
“Duh,” she hunches over the table. “But still. What’s the deal? Because that was…something.”
The deal.
The deal?
You don’t know, which is half your problem, really.
Long gone are the days when you lamented not being “cool” or having a whole gaggle of best friends and a trail of ex-boyfriends. However, you have recently been wishing that Eddie didn’t make you feel so…unsure. That you had more experience with this flirty, are-we-aren’t-we excitement so that you would know what should be done or if it’s just you or…or something.
Lindsay knows your side of things, but she’s declared herself more clueless than you. So. Ya know – not helpful.
Nancy, on the other hand…
Hmm.
“He…seems nice,” she encourages you. “I mean…I don’t really know him outside of Mike and the Club, but…” she shrugs, unable to offer much more substance.
But it’s a nice gesture.
You remind yourself she’s dating Jonathan, who was a total pariah for a while, so…so she doesn’t blindly buy stereotypes and rumors.
“He is nice,” you confirm.
Nancy smiles and leans happily across the table.
You cast a wary glance toward the living room where Mr Wheeler is watching TV, but you can’t imagine he cares about teenage gossip…
So you give Nancy the broad strokes of the situation in a hushed tone. She eats it up with wide, earnest eyes and approving nods along the way.
“... I’ve got an idea…”
Those simple words lead you to The Hideout the following Tuesday with Nancy and your respective brothers. Plus Lucas, of course – still in sweaty practice gear under his sweatshirt.
The boys are stoked.
Nancy seems cool as a cucumber.
You …are wondering if you’re a total idiot.
You shouldn’t worry so much, you know. This is a public space. Even if it wasn’t, Eddie has invited you to see the band before, so…
Maybe you’re feeling squirrely about lying.
The lie being that Nancy is looking into writing a story about Corroded Coffin for the school newspaper (though she has assured you she truly might if something strikes her fancy). She invited you once she saw that you knew the members of the band better than she did.
Simple as that.
According to Nancy, anyway.
Your brothers had certainly bought it when you invited them along as cover. They didn't question it even a little once they heard where you were going -- yes. Duh! Let's go!
It had made so much sense when Nancy laid it out…
“...isn’t he in a band?” she recalled what little she knew about Eddie beyond her brother’s game.
“Yeah”
“That’s pretty cool…so do you go? You know, to cheer him on?”
You pictured groupies in cheerleader skirts and grinned.
“No. I’ve never been”
“Why not!?”
You opened your mouth to answer but realized you didn’t really have a reason. You’ve talked about his band plenty. You just…haven’t taken the next step.
“I don’t know…”
You’d been keeping an eye on the stairs, so you missed the calculating look on Nancy’s face at first… …
“We need to go”
You snapped your gaze back to her. Come again? And who is “we”?
“What?”
“I’ve seen their posters. They play at The Hideout sometimes. I’ve never been there…”
This fact didn’t seem like a deterrent, though. The cogs were definitely turning in Nancy’s mind.
It felt exciting.
But you also wanted to tell her to shut up.
“Yeah,” you confirmed anyway. “On Tuesdays...”
“Every Tuesday?” Nancy lit up.
You couldn't help that your chest hitched liked her sudden anticipation was contagious.
“Pretty sure. But, look, I don’t really think it’s your scene…”
You weren’t sure it was yours, either, and maybe you should’ve said that because Nancy straightened her shoulders in offense.
“...I have to get used to anywhere being my scene,” she declared…then she was suddenly smiling. “That’s it. I’ll say I’m checking out a possible story for the school paper…”
“...about music?”
“Maybe,” Nancy shrugged. “I’ll come up with a possible angle. You never know, but it’ll be my reason to be there. I saw you knew Eddie and made you come with me!”
“Nancy…”
“Don’t you want to?’
Yes.
Obviously.
Of course.
Your heart was happy with the idea already. Your mind was the problem – your thoughts were already spinning to what you’d wear and what you’d say, and would you stand out like a sore thumb? Will the guys think it’s silly for you to be there? Would Eddie?!
…you didn’t think he would.
Fact remained you could be totally lame, though.
“And Mike and Dustin can come!”
You knew Dustin would love that. And, well, you had definitely thought about going. The idea that Eddie would know you came for him always gave you pause…
But.
That hadn’t stopped him from coming to your house the previous week, had it? No. Probably because he wasn’t as ridiculous as you and your silly worries…
Nancy was handing you a very nicely wrapped solution - if Eddie gave you shit for being there you didn’t have to blush through whatever “Well, I thought it was time I see you in action” answer you could come up with. Now you had a reason, however contrived it may be. Buffers, too…
“I do want to check it out,” you admitted.
Nancy downright wiggled in her seat. More for the sake of a small scheme and something new to do than a deep investment in whoever you may have a crush on, probably.
“Dustin and Mike will definitely be in,” you added.
Nancy’s hair bounced with her nod.
“They’ll be annoying, but I’ll play wingman,” she promised in a soft whisper as something one of the guys said upstairs drifted down to your ears. “Wing-woman…”
“Nancy, it really isn’t like that…”
A “yet” played in your mind, but you never said it aloud.
Her answering smile was too knowing for your taste.
Geeze. Just how obvious were you?
You’re feeling super obvious as your little crew finds a table at the sizable but sparse bar. The five of you are bringing the median age of the place down by quite a bit, but no one is batting an eye.
You suspect no one bats an eye at much of anything around here.
There is a low stage at one side of the bar. Drums and guitars are set up with a couple mic stands, but there’s no band members in sight. You picture them out back smoking cigarettes by the trash cans…maybe there are some old folding chairs sitting around, too.
The visual seems…right. And good.
‘We aren’t glamorous, but everybody starts somewhere,’ Eddie has told you. 'I mean – Hetfield and Ulrich found each other in some dinky newspaper, and now we have Metallica! You just never know…”'
He wasn’t even cocky when he talked about that…maybe not even optimistic. Just open. Sure that something could happen.
‘Anyway, playing for anyone is a blast,’ he’d also told you.
“Anyone” is currently a partially full bar of half-interested folks. More than the “few drunks” he keeps claiming make up the crowd.
Still. Your little crew has increased the audience…and you reassure yourself Eddie will love that. He will. He won’t think this is lame.
As sure as you are of that fact, you still feel a nervous type of excitement while you shed your coat.
“I’m not sure they’ll come to the table,” Nancy is taking a more practical eye to the situation. “I’ll go grab drinks…”
“They’ll serve us beer?” Mike asks in awe.
It earns him a pitying sort of look from his sister.
“No. You can have a Coke,” she explains.
You aren’t convinced they would care about your IDs here, but yeah - you’re not drinking with your brothers.
“I’ll help you,” Lucas offers since you two aren’t his sisters and so he’s compelled to be on top tier behavior.
Nancy smiles and leads him up to the bar with her.
“...are you going to drink?” Dustin eyes you dubiously.
“No,” you keep the party line. “And if you even think about trying to sneak something, then –”
“Oh please,” he shows no interest in your threats.
“I mean it, Dust”
You give Mike the stern look, too, in Nancy’s honor.
“What do I care about alcohol?” Dustin goes on. “Kill my brain cells? Yeah right – they’re my free ride,” he taps his temple.
Freshmen.
“Good,” is all you say.
You sling your coat over the back of a chair to signal finality.
“They’re late going on…” Mike is studying his watch.
“That’s Metal,” Dustin states like it’s obvious, and he has already flopped into his seat ready to wait.
Your chortle as you sit down, too.
Nancy and Lucas are back in a couple minutes to slide glasses around the table.
“Hope you didn’t actually want a drink,” Nancy leans in to mutter to you once she sits at your side. “That bartender was already a little leery of the boys…I didn’t want to push it.”
“Really?” you glance at the bar, wondering if you’ll see him watching or heading over.
“Yeah, but I explained we go to school with the band – he thought it was nice we came out,” Nancy smiles.
It’s clear she is pleased to have gotten the proverbial greenlight from the establishment. You are, too, honestly. It eases some part of you that was tense about bringing Dustin somewhere he might not be allowed.
The boys’ muted chatter kicks up with some nudging and hand gesturing.
You look away from Nancy and see the band file in and head to their instruments from somewhere stage left. Eddie jumps the small distance to lope toward his guitar, and you grin.
Then you school yourself because Nancy is near and far too observant.
Between exchanging words and getting themselves settled, it takes a minute before they notice they have friends in the crowd.
It’s something of a waterfall.
Jeff spots them first and does a double-take. Smirking, he waves a hand at Matt and toes at the back of Eddie’s knee to nod at the group. Matt gives a subdued, but seemingly pleased, grimace-grin to Dustin and Mike waving obnoxiously.
Eddie beams when he takes you all in.
For a second…it feels like the gesture is just for you.
Which. You know. It’s silly. Mike and Dustin are the ones sending the big waves and bouncing happily in their seats. You aren’t the standout here, though you are excited.
….but you enjoy the moment of feeling Eddie is staring right at you. This whole night is an indulgence, really, so you can give yourself this.
None of the guys deign to wave back, but they nod in acknowledgement. Gareth clocks the others’ attention and raises a drum stick in a vague “hello” before counting them in.
Honestly, Dustin’s cheer of “hell yeah!” is pretty spot-on.
They’re good.
Like Eddie had told you, they primarily play covers, most of which you are familiar with. Some of it is a little reigned in, and the idea they’d been told they were too loud (or something similar) makes you grin as you nod along to a song.
Meanwhile, Dustin is thrashing his head a little harder…he’s probably the superior fan. Which is fine. These are pretty good guys to look up to, all things considered.
Nancy…doesn’t look like she dislikes the music, but she looks more interested in the whole event overall than the music.
Fair enough.
The GoGos are more her vibe. Or ABBA – you know she likes them.
“Oh…” she perks up later in the set.
You’d been busy watching the bathroom for Dustin’s return, but you look round and Nancy is eyeing the stage with renewed interest. Everything looks the same up there…but as you listen you realize what you’re hearing.
“Is...this Madonna?” Lucas crinkles his nose just lightly.
It is.
Unrecognizable at first, but this is definitely ‘Into the Groove.’ Or, rather, Corroded Coffin’s take on it.
“That’s cool,” Nancy looks appreciative.
You are smiling, too. Beaming, maybe.
The band had taken music that wasn’t for them and shaped it to their tastes! It feels like a very Eddie thing to do. (You know it must have been a team-effort, but the fact remains…it fits).
You love it.
A couple songs later, they do the same thing with an Elton John song! Rather than reproduce Black Sabbath or Megadeth again, they speed things up and go harder on the lyrics to make it a whole thing.
All their music is enjoyable, but you can’t help your smile widening as they fit in a guitar solo on ‘I’m Still Standing,’ of all the damn things.
“...they’re good, right?” Nancy’s wearing a fresh grin.
“Yeah,” you laugh.
She waggles her eyebrows at you – only, you think, because the boys are turned away and occupied. Good - because you know you blush.
“Eddie’s good,” she leans closer so she doesn’t have to talk too loudly.
Smiling, you nod again.
“...I hadn’t given a lot of thought to who sang…” she adds.
Eddie. It’s Eddie. Matt, too, as needed.
“Yeah. It’s…cool…”
It’s hot, is what it is, but you can’t bring yourself to say so aloud.
But it is.
So hot.
Eddie looks good up front. Sturdy. Sure. In control. Happy . Even if he wasn’t so good on the guitar, you think maybe he’d be able to hide it behind his exuberance.
“Very cool...”
Nancy is smirking, and you hate her.
Except for how you don’t – because she’d gotten you here. Who knows how long you would’ve waited otherwise. For that, Nancy is awesome.
…but her smirk can go to hell.
“Glad we came?” She checks quietly as songs transition.
“Definitely”
She knocks you with her elbow, still grinning.
You don’t recognize the next song, so you let yourself just kind of bask in appreciating simply making it here...
“Thank you, Hawkins,” Eddie is half-shouting a couple minutes later.
The loudest applause – and a sharp whistle, courtesy of Mike – come from your table, but there’s a modest smattering of clapping throughout the place.
Eddie says something to the guys and gestures, then hops off the stage and cuts across the room in your direction.
Well.
Not just you. But, once again, it feels like it for a moment…
“Dude!” Dustin greets him.
Eddie is short of breath but wearing a bright smile when he reaches the edge of the table. He is practically floating…and he looks a little sweaty. Should that be gross?
…because it totally isn’t.
“Hey…” he beams around, then lands his eyes on you. “You guys sticking around?”
“Yeah,” Dustin nods.
Eddie laughs.
You glance at Nancy, who nods.
“Yes…”
“Cool, yeah…we have to go clear-up some of our shit, but we’ll be back in a bit…cool,” he adds again, laughs a little, and then leaves in a ruffle of black jeans and t-shirt to hurry back up front to do his share of packing up.
“Should…we help?” Mike asks the table.
“Wanna be a groupie?” Dustin laughs.
“I’m just saying”
“We could…” Lucas shrugs.
“Dude, do you even know how?” Dustin scoffs as if he does.
Thus ensues bickering.
Typical.
Knowing it might only jazz them up more, you head up tot he bar for fresh drinks. Its better than sitting and waiting and getting antsy.
.
Eddie’s more hyped than usual to head back inside after they pack up his van and share a joint. Walshe – the bartender – will usually let them have a drink or two, and they typically chat with some regulars, but tonight …tonight feels like having actual fans. People who came just for Corroded Coffin.
They are friends…but still.
It’s a very cool feeling, is the thing.
The thrilled feeling stutters awkwardly in his chest when they go back inside and you are missing from the table. Eddie's rational mind kicks in soon enough, and he knows you must be around because the other four are still there.
His eyes skim toward the restroom of their own accord and, on the way, he spots you up at the bar.
Eureka!
His feet reroute him in your direction.
You are wedged between a barstool and one of the regulars who must've wandered over to chat with you. He’s a middle-aged guy Eddie has seen around before. Quite dude. Maybe you know him.
Eddie can’t help giving you a once over. You look nice. Dark tights under black shorts and some slouchy kind of sweater. It fits in. Cute but grungier than your normal schoolwear…and you certainly stand out less than Wheeler in her blouse…like you’d thought about where you were coming and why.
He tries not to think too hard on the idea you’d done so for him.
It’s kind of hard when you look this good, though…
“Hey Elder Henderson,” he arrives at your side
You start just a little, but your face lightens when you see him, and a smile splits over your face…Eddie’s not ashamed to say this makes him feel nice.
“Hi…”
You hurry to step back, pushing a stool aside to make room for him.
The guy who’d been talking to you huffs when Eddie steps into the space you leave. Eddie glances his way, then back to you… …you continue to smile his welcome.
O-kayyyy…
The other man moves off, and Eddie might normally apologize for interrupting… but that’s not the vibe he’s gettin
“Thanks,” you sigh.
“...yeah?”
You nod and glance past him. Eddie follows your gaze, but the guy is climbing into a stool few seats away now.
“He was kind of weird…”
Shit.
Jesus fucking Chr –ugh!
Eddie turns his body fully toward you to block you from view.
He should’ve fucking clocked that. He’s been to enough concerts and shifty venues to know better, hasn’t he? He’s pretended to be someone’s boyfriend a few times until they could find their friends – he knows some people just want to ruin a good thing with selfishness or behavior they think is funny or…well.
People are douchebags, is the thing.
No surprise there.
“I can grab whatever you’re up here for if you want to go back to the table,” he advises.
It’s the least he can do. You’d come here to see him, after all.
Err. Ya know. To see the band, of which he is simply a part…
“Nah,” you brush that off and relax a little with your elbow on the bar. “Can’t miss the chance to be seen with the lead singer…”
Ooof. Eddie has to stop himself from puffing up his shoulders, but he has to admit to himself that he enjoys the implication.
“You forgot talented guitarist…” he plays it cool and teasing instead.
You fling your head back in a laugh.
“Oh, I didn’t forget…”
He smiles.
“...I like the headband,” you add, looking him over.
Shitdamn, he is going to melt! Is he melting?
He loves hearing you notice him. If that's wrong then, well...too late.
“Yeah?” he pretends he absolutely isn’t blushing. “Matt thinks it’s a little much…”
The headband is both a vibe he likes and a practical way to keep his hair out of his face when he gets into the music. If you like it, he’ll keep it on his list of shit to remember for gigs.
“Eh, what does he know – he doesn’t have your hair…”
That feels like a compliment. Maybe not explicit, but Eddie will definitely tally it in the complement column. No one can stop him.
He should compliment you, too
…not like it would be hard. You look so nice. He doesn’t want to sound like a weirdo, though - especially in light of the dude behind him. Is commenting on your eyeliner rude? Does complimenting your outfit give away that he’d been looking at your body?
Shit.
He’s totally overthinking, and he’s not necessarily his best when he’s overthinking…
Maybe he’ll just say nothing.
“So,” you fill the silence his contemplation left. “Madonna, huh?”
Eddie laughs and latches onto the topic.
“You liked that?”
“Yeah. Nancy realized what it was before I did,” you allow her the credit. “You never mentioned you cover anything like that…”
It’s something they’ve been working on this year.
“We call it rehabbing a song,” Eddie smirks. “Gotta make improvements before we’ll play it…”
“Improvements?! Wow...” you laugh, but then look away when the bartender makes his way over.
Walshe is a pretty alright dude. Eddie can’t help but think that if he’d come over to take your order sooner he would’ve discerned the guy down the bar had been bothering you and would’ve gotten him to fuck off.
Hopefully this isn't just ruining The Hideout for you.
“What can I get you, sweetheart?” Eddie tenses and watches for you to be put-off by the older man’s greeting. “More soda?”
You give him a genuine smile when you confirm the order, apparently unbothered. Context matters.
Eddie gets that.
“You want something stronger?” Eddie offers quietly. “Walshe usually lets us have a couple drinks…”
“No,” you glance back at the table, then cast Edie a pointed look.
Right.
Brothers. Kind of lame sometimes, he’s gathered. Besides, Eddie isn’t sure Wheeler even likes to hang. She is here, though, so maybe she does…
“Gottcha …so how come you’re here with Wheeler, of all people?” he has to ask.
“...I thought you liked her?”
Eddie blanches.
Then he realizes you aren't implying he likes her likes her. He remembers discussing Nancy and her Yearbook interview with Hellfire Club; he’d told you about it back when you’d first discussed his Douche Rating System.
Christ, but that feels like such a long time ago.
It was only last semester…
“Sure, I like her fine,” Eddie shrugs. “But I didn’t know she was jonesing for live music … …and I didn’t know you’d come to a gig with her.”
Not that he’s picture what it would be like if you came to a gig or anything…
But he had definitely thought you’d show up with Lindsay. The two of you did all sorts of stuff together. Those concerts with Lindsay’s aunt, sleep overs, running off to Somerset for a showing of Rocky Horror Picture Show (Eddie had been highly offended to be left out of that one, and you’d promised he could join the tradition next Fall).
But Nancy Wheeler? Nah, he hadn’t pictured you showing up with her.
…because he pictured nothing. Obviously.
Christ, he lies to himself too fucking much...
“I know,” you laugh but prove his theory. “She was asking me about your band when we were all at the Wheelers over the weekend…”
“She was?”
You look a little squirrely for a moment, but nod in affirmation.
“Mmhmm, she thought it sounded cool and wanted to come in case it would be a good story for the school’s newsletter…”
Oh.
Knowing it was Nancy Wheeler’s idea to come probably shouldn’t cause an itch in Eddie’s chest – you’re here, and that’s what matters. You’d liked the music. You’re into his headband. You’re over here talking to him.
Those things are a big deal, no matter how it had come about.
In fact, he should probably be geeking on the potential publicity of getting mentioned in the school newspaper. It doesn’t have wide distribution or anything, but any word of mouth could help.
“So she dragged you along, huh?”
No, no, no – stop acting put-out!
Ugh! He can’t just be a whiny bitch about it.
“Yeah, she really twisted my arm. Threatened me and everything,” your sarcasm is some balm to his pride.
Which is stupid.
He’s fine.
Everything is fine. More than fine.
“...I’ve been meaning to come check you guys out,” you hand Eddie just what he’d wanted, and his gut swoops. “I even mentioned it to Linds a while back, but…” you shrug.
“...but what?” he eggs you on.
You shrug again. First one shoulder, and then both in an awkward little wiggle.
“I…wasn’t sure if we’re the kind of fans you wanted. I don’t know…”
Eddie laughs.
He can’t help it.
“When did I give you the impression we’re picky about our crowd?” Eddie gestures to the bar at large with a sweep of his hand.
Fucking ridiculous.
“I don’t know!” you laugh a little, too, and you’re blushing but it's cute and he decides not to mention it. “We’re just friends from high school, not…”
You gesture out at the bar, too, but in a smaller and more unsure way.
Eddie rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. So you see it. So you won’t think something like that again.
Then he makes a show of meeting your eye.
“I’m glad you came”
Your smile is small, but it crackles in your eyes. It’s the real deal.
“...me too.”
Eddie’s smirking. He knows he is. How could he not? He’s proud, okay? Of course he wants you to like his band and his music and his people. Obviously he does. He wants…
He just wants, alright?
Maybe he shouldn’t. But he does.
And he kind of thinks that you know it. Kind of thinks you want something, too, sometimes. If he was a little less of a fucking freak then maybe he'd have a better inkling of what his next step should be.
“Gonna come again?” He hedges his bets because he’s a little high on hubris.
And a little weed.
This doesn't feel like a horrible step. Especially because you're holding his gaze and still grinning.
“Umm…yeah. Yeah, probably. If–”
Then Dustin is suddenly shouldering between the two of you.
“What’re you doing up here? Hey man!”
And, yeah, maybe Eddie enjoys Dustin more than a little bit, but boooo! Bad timing! Isn’t he supposed to be smart? Can’t he read the room?
…then again, maybe he’d read it a little too well and bustled his way up here on purpose. That’s very possible.
Eddie honestly hasn’t given a lot of thought to the fact that he’s crushing on his friend’s sister. Maybe because Dustin is young and doesn’t seem like a threat.
Or maybe because, up until very recently, Eddie’s been trying to pretend it’s just a friend thing.
That friends listen to music together and engage in hobbies together. They definitely play games and watch movies together. It’s probably okay to sort of cuddle-up with a friend when doing some of those things, too. And it’s totally normal to worry about a friend and drive across town to check on said friend and their little brother…
And, like…it’s normal to be flattered a friend comes to your gig, yeah? And to check out her legs in her shorts. And...ya know, to stare at her lip when she bites at it like you are right now…
Okay, maybe he’s veering off of normal!
Maybe he should stop pretending to pretend it’s a friend thing.
Whatever.
Dustin’s timing is piss – that’s the point here.
And Eddie wants to hear the rest of your answer…
“These for us?” Dustin is pointing at the sodas Walshe has set in front of you.
“Yes,” Eddie shoves a few into his hands. “We’ll be right there.”
“What about–”
“Nancy told me to come help,” Mike arrives, too, and Eddie hates all of them.
He doesn’t.
…but he does.
“Perfect. Here,” you hand Mike two other glasses. “Eddie’s got to grab a drink; we’ll be right back.”
Mike heads back to the table, and Dusitn looks hesitant but follows behind his friend since it’s apparently now the thing to do. Eddie’s eyes dart to the boys’ destination and finds Nancy watching.
Huh.
…okay.
The other senior isn’t smiling, but she still manages to look pleased somehow. Eddie gets the impression Nancy Wheeler will be a very good journalist.
“... …so you were saying?” he swings his attention back to you.
“Uh…oh, I was saying I’ll probably be able to get Lindsay to join me. To come back here, I mean,” you explain like he could’ve possibly forgotten the subject – perish the thought! “Or I guess Nancy…she was into most of it, I think.”
Eddie remembers you saying Nancy had recognized ‘Into the Groove’ quickly and was digging it. Maybe she’s not such a square.
“...although Dustin might be on high alert anytime I leave the house on a Tuesday now.”
He joins you when you laugh but doesn’t doubt you.
He glances back over to the table and finds that Dustin is the one watching, now. Like he can hear he’s part of the conversation…or like he’s getting suspicious.
Eddie sighs.
As much as he’d like to keep you over here and to himself, it’s probably past time to go join the group.
He waves Walshe down for a few more sodas – he figures he can forgo booze for tonight, too – and helps you carry them back to the table. He saunters as he does, ready to ham-up the adoring fan angle of having all of his favorite nerds here and in one place.
He makes sure to specifically thank Wheeler for coming out, too – even calls her Nancy when he does so, real polite like. He owes her for being the orchestrator of the evening.
And it’s a good night.
Though it’s only a Coke in his hand, it’s fun to talk and laugh with his friends. Sure he likes the compliments to the band, too, but it’s just nice and easy. All of it. Even humoring the requests the Freshmen have for covers (Dustin’s demand for a “Like a Surgeon” cover is flat-out vetoed, though).
Being knee-to-knee with you at the table certainly doesn’t hurt.
Which, ya know…definitely probably isn’t just a friend thing…
Next Chapter >>>>
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Ruby shot a glare at Weiss before she could speak. “We can start figuring this out tomorrow. For now, maybe its best we all separate for a bit, cool off, and regroup about this later.”
“Fine,” Weiss huffed.
Ruby leaned back against the wall and let out a groan as she heard the door slam shut. Everything had gone wrong quicker than she expected, not that she really expected anything to go right between her team. With Weiss getting upset at everything, Blake keeping her distance from the rest of the team, and Yang being Yang, it was a miracle no one had killed the other yet.
Blake sat down on her own bed, hand stopping before she reached her bow. “Do… do you two really think it was the White Fang?”
Yang shook her head. “If anything it was probably that Torchwick guy Ruby ran into before school started. He robbed a store once before, what’s stopping him from robbing another?”
“And you, Ruby?”
Ruby shrugged and sat up again, watching Blake’s bow as she spoke. “Not sure. Even if it is the White Fang, what exactly can we do about it? It’d be one thing to stop a robbery, but another if we run in without a plan. Besides, its not like they’d listen to any of us either. After all, we’re humans. They’ll end up attacking us on sight.” She mentally noted another twitch from Blake’s bow as she spoke. “Anything we do will be seen as an attack on them.”
“They’ll… listen to one of us,” Blake said quietly, her fingers twitching as she moved her hand once more. “They’ll… they’ll listen to me.”
Ruby raised a brow. “What makes you think that?”
“Because I’m… a faunus…” Blake said as she slowly reached for her bow and started to untie it. “I know what they’re going through, so they’ll listen to me.”
“I told you she was one of them,” Salem’s voice echoed in Ruby’s head. “She’ll sell you and your teammates out to them to save her own skin if she has to.”
Ruby closed her eyes to take a deep breath, hand clutching her knee tightly as she tried to drown out Salem’s voice. “And… you thought you needed to hide this from us? You could’ve trusted us.”
“I wanted people to get to know me for me, not assume what they know because I’m a faunus.” Blake slowly re-tied her bow around her ears. “And it was easier to hide it.”
“She doesnt trust you enough to let you know from the start. The semester is already almost over and you’re just finding out about her. Makes you wonder what else she’s hiding, doesnt it?”
“Be quiet…” Ruby whispered under her breath.
Blake looked up at Ruby. “What was that?”
“I… I need some air,” Ruby said as she jumped off from her bed. “I’ll be back before curfew.”
Yang put a hand to Ruby’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Are you okay? You seem a bit out of it.”
“I’m tired and need a little quiet.” Ruby pulled back and rushed out of the dorm and through the halls with her semblance, dodging through the other students and making her way out to the courtyard. She stopped her semblance as she blasted through the doors and made her way to the garden and slammed her hands against the stone in front of the water. “Why cant you be quiet?!”
“And how sure are you that you can trust Blake?” Salem asked as Ruby’s reflection turned into her. A smile crossed her lips as she looked back. “She couldnt be bothered to trust you or your team about who she is. And from what I know, she’s hiding a lot more than what she’s willing to tell you. How can you trust her as a teammate if she doesnt trust you?”
“I… I know she wont hurt me.”
“Do you know she wont hurt you? Or is that what you want to believe?”
“If she wanted to hurt me, she already would’ve, right?”
“Or she’s waiting for the right time.” Salem’s image started to disappear in the pond as a smirk crossed her lips. “Just because she hasnt hurt you now doesnt mean she wont in the future. If she is part of the White Fang, hurting you now would do nothing more than cause her to lose whatever standing she has. Instead, she’ll wait for the right time, walk you into a trap, and sell you out to save her own skin. Why else would she hide that she’s a faunus or continue to argue that the White Fang arent the ones causing problems?”
Ruby went quiet as she watched her reflection reappear, her thoughts starting to swirl around with Salem’s words. Of course Blake wouldnt hurt her. Then again, Salem words seemed to be partially right. While Blake did let them know about her being a faunus, it wasnt something she trusted to them until now. And even then, it wasnt something she was willing to tell Weiss, waiting until the Schnee was away before saying anything. She leaned back onto the ground and looked up at the sky as she watched the colors of the sunset and let out a sigh as she closed her eyes for a moment. “If I cant trust Blake, then what exactly do you suggest I do?”
“Keep an eye on her, just like you are with the Schnee. And at the first sign of betrayal from either, you do what you have to in order to stop it.”
“And if I cant?”
“Then I’ll help you.”
#rwby ruby rose#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#salem#rwby salem#salem's vessel au#rwby#drabbles
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“I’ll protect them with my life. Even my mommy won’t get in the way...”
My digital art has gone stale, anyways I’m a rant about the ideas in my brain for this underneath
If you’re reading this please critique me. Now then,
Some basics I need to go over-
1.) This s mostly an explanation of how everyone gets into the situation they are in. This is mostly about the k2 kids, I plan to make one for the k1 kids, and everyone’s personality(excluding staff of course).
2.) Carla and Ron are partners in crime(Ron lost a bet okay).
3.) Ozzy’s third friend was the monster that attacked Penny, they were killed by Bob that day(Much to the principal's displeasure).
4.) There is a dumb class teacher, they are not that important, but they are worth mentioning.
So Penny found out about her mom’s experiments after her chip got fried. In a panic and chip malfunction, she killed her mother. Now Penny has to figure out how to get Alice out, and how to kill the other staff.
(Note: I’m not sure if Penny would let Bob die, after all he’s just a janitor with no idea what’s actually going on, and he, ya know, saved her. I don’t think she would kill Stevie either, after he’s a child who probably didn’t know as well. For now, just assume they get out safe.)
She decides to call Carla and Ron into the principal’s office(as it is a normal occurrence for them). When they enter they find the body and a distressed Penny. Carla has seen worse and more or less comforts Penny(also mentally celebrating), Ron on the other is more worried about what to do with the body. Penny gives an explanation, and she needs help dealing with the staff to save Alice.
Plans are discussed and they decide on who kills who, Ron gets the dumb class teacher, Carla all to excited gets to kill Danner, and Penny decides to finish the family bloodline. Stuff happens, staff dies, and the other k2 students get regretfully involved, and they go and save Alice.
(Note 2: I have no clue what to do with Agnes. Just assume she’s probably fine.)
Alice gets saved and everyone tries to leave... When Penny stops them. I should note that Penny is still malfunctioning, her chip is going haywire, she isn’t thinking rationally at all, and we don’t have Monty yet. So Penny stops them, she starts rambling about how adults are bad, if they go out they will become like those bad adults, and everyone should stay here, to be safe! We get mostly confused answers-
(Carla pointing out that not adults can be bad, I mean we have Bob!)
(Ron and Ozzy talking about their mothers and how there is no way they could be bad.)
(Madison and Alice are mostly questioning why is Penny trying to kidnap(?) them, they just saved Alice, let them go.)
Felix and Teddy stay silent, Felix because he finds this discussion boring and “Teddy and I are on a strict schedule Pen, we need to be home soon.” Teddy on the other hand, he believes it full force. He knows what his father does(Felix does to, but Felix sees this as normal.), and his father’s chemicals are down here in this creepy lab for goodness sakes! But Teddy doesn’t speak because he’s afraid of how Felix and the others will react.
Penny realizing that no one is listening to her, maybe except for Teddy. She forces everyone to stay there, so she show them proof that all adults are bad! It was rather for a robot to falsify documents for people to listen, and plus it was even easier for the Huxley twins.
So after some lies(for the good of her friends, of course! And Alice can’t remember much, so let’s keep her safe as well!) Penny, eventually convinces everyone to stay, even Ozzy who’s schedule can be changed this quickly we promise! and it’s okay Felix, it’s just your father never loved you or your brother. This is when they start to work to keep themselves alive, stealing, crimes, you know, things five years-old usually do! Also some missing eyes and a broken leg, but it is mostly fine and dandy.
It was all fine, until a new school of kids moved into Penny’s school.
These kids seemed like the type who need to be saved in Penny’s mind;
The ginger with glasses and a scientist coat, the boy in a yellow tank-top and bandages, the boy with the red coat and contraband, the girl with pigtails and a pink vest, the boy with a striped shirt and yellow backpack. The kids with matching pink flowers.
They could be saved, Penny could keep these kids safe, just a little staff removal and possible false documents, but it was for the greater good. And after all,
They came to her school
They clearly need saving from those bad adults
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