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1. A Promise | Yandere Oc x Reader | Mason

Warning: Yandere Themes. Includes stalking, obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, drugged reader, mention of torture, amongst other things I know you’ll quite like considering if you still clicked "Keep Reading".

Summary: You wake up in what seems to be a basement, meeting your self-proclaimed husband.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

The stubborn, god-cursing sink is leaky again. Somehow, it always manages to loosen even though you tighten it every other week.

You roll over in your bed. You can fix that when the sun's out.

Clink-clink. Plink. Plink.

Stupid pipe. You're half asleep but that sound is so piercing in the early morning silence.

Plink. Plink. Plink.

You're gonna have to call the landlord. Gosh, but it's still dark out and you’re hurting for money nowadays. Can’t you just take a break, universe?

Plink. Thud. Creak. Plink.

Debating whether to wake up in the morning is a common occurrence for you, but you decide to let yourself rest for now. The problems can wait until the sun rises. Somehow, your body is quite sore from the day before.

Plink. Plink. You turn to your other side. Clink-clink. Plink. Thud. Creak. Plink. Thud. Creak. Plink.

Wait. Sore from doing… what, exactly? And that sound?

A creak of an open door jolts you awake. You sit up immediately, looking in the direction of the sound.

“I was scared for a moment there.” The man chuckles in relief as walks closer, “Thought I put too much, but it seems I was just impatient. Are you sore? You were asleep for quite some time, and the mattress I have down here isn’t quite the best.”

The man walks closer, setting down a tray of what looks to be your breakfast for the day on the table in the middle of the room. You retread to the corner where your bedside touches the wall, the chain on your ankle clinking as it moves with you. Eyes wide as you look at your new ankle chain.

The man sits down at the table and welcomes you to come sit with him. Your eyes dart between the man and your surroundings. Dark brown hair, dark tan skin, green eyes. The room itself was all made of concrete, and there was a small horizontal window near the ceiling. There's another room attached to this one, but you can't make what it's supposed to be under the one light that shines in this room. Is this a basement? You feel his eyes on you.

He continues to speak in a soft, gentle voice.

“Well, it’s not the best, but hopefu—” the man corrects himself with a chuckle, “soon enough, when you get better, you’ll be able to go upstairs and rest in our bed! Much softer, I’d say.”

“Who are you?! Why am I here? What did you do?!” is what you would shout, but his smile is so unnerving that you lose your words.

He inspects you from afar, taking note of your anxiousness. “I’m not going to hurt you, darling. I don't think I'm ever capable of doing so, really."

You try out your luck and ask your first question. “Who are you?” It's more of a demand than a question with how it came out of your mouth.

“Eat first while I talk, why don't you? The drug makes you crazy with hunger," the man chuckles, "I'd know.”

Your adrenaline masks your hunger greatly. You stay put though, the thought of eating something your captor gave you makes you even more anxious.

“It’s not like I poisoned it or anything. Look, I'll even taste it for you.”

He smiles as he chews. You still stay put, still taking in what happened since you woke. It's setting in now, that anxiety and panic.

“Well, to start off,” he says, looking mildly disappointed at the food, but switches his mood as he looks up to you, “I’m Mason. Your husband.”

You looked at him, wide eyed.

Are you going to be a sex slave of his? Is this some kind of sex dungeon? How did you even get here? Didn't you lock the door before you went to bed? You weren't even sure. Tracing back your steps doesn't work when you don't fucking remember anything.

“I just want you to know that I'll treat you well, better than myself, obviously, as my spouse only deserves to be happy," Mason smiles with that creepy, hollow smile. He stands to walk over to you, both hands raised and outreached. He approaches slowly to not startle you even more.

Tears are about to fall from your eyes, and you scream out, “Please, let me go home! I don't want to be with you. I don't even know you," you speak, but the tears make your voice choppy.

Mason approaches the bed, kneeling down, with his eyes softening even more if you haven't noticed it before. You push further into the corner, pushing the comforter with your feet to form a pathetic barrier. The chains clink loudly as you do.

“Honey, please understand me. I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to abuse you in any way. We're gonna be a simple, loving couple; because we're meant to be. We're lovers!” Mason fumbles with his words, and hand gestures wildly, trying to appear unthreatening. “Gosh, this isn't going how I expected. We're supposed to celebrate today together, albiet you getting used to your situation. You're with me, there's no need to be afraid, you're safe.”

His reassurance slip in one ear and out the other. You're too scared to understand, he sees. Mason climbs onto the bed, still moving as slowly as he can. But the way his eyes focus on you, unblinking, it feels like he's stalking you down. The smile doesn't make it any better.

“The police are gonna find me and jail you if you do this. Please just let me go,” Your begging is more forceful. “Please. I w-won't tell a-anyone.” You're full-on crying now.

“The police aren't gonna do anything, because I took care of it; in the same manner that I'm going to take care of you: devotedly careful. You're just confused right now because it's a new thing you need to get used to and understand, dearest.”

Like you, your words go in his ear and out the other. You jump forward to push him away, trying to make your way to the door. Mason grabs you tightly, pulling you towards his chest. You fight against him, sobbing, but he restrains you easily. You're exhausted, too hungry, and too emotionally drained to fight back. All you could do is measly push him back. The drug still has its grip on you.

Mason hugs you tight like he's squeezing you. “I know you're very confused right now, and you don't know what's going on, but I need you to know this,” he pets your hair, “you're being manipulated, by everyone close to you. Your friends, your coworkers, and even your DAMN family. Their manipulation conditioned you so much, you don't even realize how much they've hurt you.”

He continues to try to comfort you while you're in his lap. Kissing your forehead, petting your hair, and holding you tightly so you can't get away. The physical affection Mason gives you makes you cry harder. You can't accept this to be happening.

“But don't worry about them, darling. I've taken care of them too. They've hurt as much as they've hurt you.” He nuzzles your head. The sound of exhausted weeping fills the basement-like room.

“They don't deserve the mercy of such a caring angel such as yourself, so I tried my hardest to make them suffer. Obviously, I let them live so they can feel the pain of losing you, amongst other things."

You don't know if you're grateful Mason didn't kill anyone or furious that he hurt them.

“We don't need to think about those people anymore, though. We don't need to care about your career, or making enough money for rent. We can focus on what's REALLY important, me and you."

Locking you in with his legs, Mason rubs his thumbs under your eyes, but it's a pointless gesture. You push his hands away, more tears flowing down your cheeks. He goes back to smoothing down your hair, albeit now with some stronger restraint on your fighting body.

"I can focus on you. I'll protect us from all of them. Every single one. No one will hurt you like the world has done to you. Not when you have me. We will get through this, my love. It'll be ok.”

You shout out, “Please, I just want to go home. Let me go, you're fucking psychotic!” Your fight is coming back, trying to hit, claw, bite your way out of his grip. The bleeding of his wounds doesn't deter him away from you for a second. He's just too strong, too much of a manic to care.

“You are home, first of all, and I know the basement sucks but I'll let you go once you're better. It's a promise, darling. You'll be able to walk inside the house, cook your delicious food, and do all sorts of things.”

As fast as your fight began, it diminished as quickly. The adrenaline wore off as he subdued you even tighter. You couldn't even move a limb, much less than a finger. He gives your head a kiss.

“But for now, I'll feed you. I'll wash you. I'll take you to the bathroom. I'll do everything you could ever need. Now, and forevermore.”

Mason cups your cheek in his hand and directs you to face him. With your red, teary eyes, you gaze into his. His piercing stare makes you worry about what's to come.

“It's a promise, my love."

Nothing he says comforted you in the slightest. It feels too much like a bad dream. But the pain of his hug and the redness of your chained ankle says otherwise. Mason sensed you calmed down, lessening his grip ever so slightly. You try once more, and with all your strength, you push yourself out of his grasp.

Running, but still wobbly from the aftermath of the drugs, you make your way to the table, knocking down chairs to slow him down, and trying to reach the door. Of course, you don't make it. You fall almost immediately after feeling a stab behind your thigh.

Mason injects a clear liquid from the syringe he embedded in you, and you fall into his arms. He puts the empty syringe back in his pocket. It's getting dark pretty quick.

"Until you get better, I'll take care of us. I'll take care of everything."

#Mason-strip #writing-strip #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #male yandere #male yandere oc #yandere x reader #this will be a series

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kaiwewi · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring

[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring]

Synopsis: Hero is missing time. But today's date isn't the only thing that seems a little off.

Hero stared at the date on their calendar app and ...

January 11th.

No. That couldn’t be right.

Frowning, they closed the app and checked the Internet instead, for surely their phone must be broken. There was absolutely no way this could be correct. Last week, when they’d completely lost track of time and thought they were ‘missing’ 2 days, had been one thing … but getting the dates mixed up a second time so soon after?

Sure, uni could be exhausting and during project weeks and over the holidays when there were no regular schedules one might even become engrossed enough as to forget which weekday it was. Their all-nighters and messed up sleeping schedule could easily blur the lines between days. And in their final year, they were no stranger to working unhealthy hours. But even they weren’t this bad at time management.

They went on Google and typed ‘today’s date’ into the search bar.

Wednesday, January 11th glared up at them from the phone screen.

It just didn’t add up. How could it be January 11th when yesterday had been the 7th? How could it be Wednesday when yesterday had been Saturday?

Yesterday had definitely been a Saturday.

What the hell had happened to Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday?

There was no way they could have slept through 3 entire days and not felt like crap upon waking.

Somehow, they’d lost 3 days.

Or rather, 5 days, if they counted the other 2 days from last week which they could have sworn they’d somehow skipped until they’d dismissed the incident – because, well, they’d just been so overworked and tired out. Confused mix-ups and silly little miscalculations in their schedule had seemed so much more straightforward an explanation than time skips or memory gaps.

Now, nothing made any sense anymore.

They reached for their diary among the many books on their shelf, and it shouldn't be sitting between Good Omens and Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl, because that was not where they’d put it!

Actually… nothing was quite where and how it should be. Yes, the differences were subtle and on any other day they might not have noticed them at all – but they were there.

In fact, now that they were searching, they found tiny incongruities scattered about their entire one-room apartment: an absence of dust on the spines of their books; a neater alignment of the folds of their curtain; the placement of their pencil case now more towards the middle of their desk rather than the right corner; the emptied waste bin; the milk in their fridge being a different brand; the sink being devoid of the unwashed dishes they’d lazily left there yesterday ….

Or, not yesterday, apparently.

Not even their own body had been spared the tiny inconspicuous changes: a look in the bathroom mirror revealed that their hair, though tousled from sleep, seemed to have been washed very recently – it certainly hadn’t gone unwashed since Thursday. The face staring back at them was missing the dark circles beneath its eyes which they’d grown so accustomed to lately. It almost seemed like, for the first time in weeks, they’d awoken well-rested, full of energy, and with no bodily discomfort whatsoever.

Under other circumstances, it would have been bliss. And yet … this was no reason to rejoice.

This was a nightmare.

Back at their desk, they picked up the journal again.

“Dear Diary,” they wrote in a shaking hand.

“I think I’m totally going nuts ….”

[Part 2]

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For my other stories, visit my [MASTERLIST] ♥

#snippet #writing snippet #heroes and villains #hero/villain #writing #my writing #creative writing #fiction #writeblr #writers #writers on Tumblr #Sharing is Caring #this will be a series #so look forward to:#hero x villain #villain x hero #enemies to friends #the title will make more sense after the second part. lol #but you can probably already tell where this is going

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dickbutt21 · 11 months

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Wip Portia vintage style art nouveau (barely so far)

#the arcana #portia the arcana #portia devorak #portia #art nouveau #wip #its not very art nouveau now but just wait until I can digitalize it it’s going to be all fixed and nice #This will be a series #Portia has leg hair and I love her for it #Her hair needs work #Please notice her sun tattoo I love her #Attempted to draw sweet pea flowers then promptly gave up because my pen cannot adjust size

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yridenergyridenergy · 1 year

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Since forever, I have been looking for a way to isolate Kyo's vocals on some tracks to highlight how great a singer but also a composer he is. Thanks to a Youtuber named Misakaraki, I found the Moises app and am finally able to produce what I envisioned!

To start, of course I turn my attention first on the 2018 remake of Ash. Doesn't Kyo sound really close to an electric guitar? You can actually hear hints that the program had difficulty distinguishing between the music and the vocals on some notes.

It gives us a sneak-peek into what it might have sounded like in Kyo's recording booth, essentially!

#This will be a series #Dir en grey #Audio #a capella #Kyo

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grassapples · 1 year

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I made a guy

He is

Here

#kh #kingdom hearts #heartless #he is just a little guy #crochet #he is inspired by like every little guy you see when searching heartless chrochet on etsy #this will be a series #he is freehanded so i cannot give u a pattern

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prefixsstars · 1 year

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The Chronicles of Nesoberi Akito Pt 1

Disclaimer‼️‼️: NO AKITO’S WERE HARMED DURING THIS PROCESS

He was tucked in safely for bed afterwards

#project sekai #prjsk #proseka #akito shinonome #the chronicles of nesoberi Akito #my grandma helped with the process #to be fair my family egged me on #he is completely fine no harm is done to him #this will be a series #I love him dearly #my family has a love hate relationship with him #especially my grandma

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ssavinggrace · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Percy Jackson & Grover Underwood, Annabeth Chase & Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace & Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson), Annabeth Chase & Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Annabeth Chase & Chiron (Percy Jackson) Characters: Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson, Paul Blofis, Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Grover Underwood, Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson), Chiron (Percy Jackson), Hera (Percy Jackson), Styx (Percy Jackson), Hades (Percy Jackson), The Hunters of Artemis (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: this is a pjo au, sorry in advance, don't get mad at me for writing this-, TW: Charecter Death, TW: Suicide, TW: Self Harm/Destruction, Good Luck Reading This, apologies I'm advance, I'll update whenever I can Summary:

"Annabeth?"

"Yes Percy?"

"It's time to stop pretending,"

"Pretending what?"

"That I'm still alive."

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Over a year has passed since the disappearance of young hero, Perseus Jackson. He was last seen at Camp Half-Blood. His girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, has not stopped looking for Percy since he disappeared. Other Campers have agreed that Annabeth has become obsessed over Perseus' disappearance, driving herself to madness and isolation. Others speculate Perseus Jackson is dead, due to heros dying at a young age.

#annabeth pjo #pjo #percy and annabeth #percy #percy jackson #percabeth #percy and grover #percy jackon and the olympians #writers on tumblr #ao3 fanfic #this will be a series #ill update whenever #pjo au

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loksthegreat · 8 months

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I present to you: Maegor the second!

#asoiaf oc #asoiaf #hotd #this will be a series #be warned

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Sing Floorplans PT.4: Ash’s New Apartment

moved into a cheaper apartment a few weeks after the final performance in Sing 1 and to make it easier since Lance’s name was also on the lease at her last one

the troupe actually helped her move and renovate a bit

the bedroom area is a single step up from the rest of the apartment

its a studio so it’s an open floorplan

the fireplace is electric

only a few blocks from Buster and Eddie’s apartment

#sing #sing 2 #sing ash #sing floorplans #this will be a series #i would be sorry but i have whole folders on my laptop of design elements for these apartments so nope very proud #nooshy crashed on ash's couch for awhile after she got too cramped staying at the Taylor's #ash also hosts movie nights at her place a lot #nana actually was the one who helped her out of her old lease under the guise of it would improve moral within her theatre #no one believed that but still

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aqueeracademic · 2 years

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endeavour being queer (and other commentary):

season 1, episode 1, “Girl”:

- pushes through the whole crowd to stand next to Jakes

- interaction with Debryn (Debryn telling him he can look because there’s no blood, suggesting he and Morse are close enough that he trusts Debryn to tell him something like that)

- checking out Derek like no ones business

- who the FUCK spits on their iron, Morse??? get a glass of water or something.

- Debryn subtly gives Morse somewhere other than the body to look

- going around the side of the building with Jakes 🤨🤨

- Jakes glaring Bright’s head off when Bright starts bullying Morse

- Jakes supporting Morse’s deductions 🤨

- imagine if season 1 Bright stfu.

- look, i know they’re speaking quietly so that girl can sleep, but goddam if Morse wasnt flirting

- i’ve never seen a man more uncomfortable than morse watching that girl beg for her child back

- “an immoral rendezvous?” bright stfu he can be married and be gay u dumbass

- jakes’ face when he said that shit 😧

- i’m so embarrassed for morse just putting this random ass guy in jail i literally wanna scream

- jakes coming to find him in the cells

- “made an arrest then?” 🤨🤨

- this gay ass priest is a liarrrr!!!!!!!!!!

- “something we have in common, i imagine?” 😏😏

- “you seem an unlikely policeman, if i may.” 😏

- why unlikely 🤨 wdym by that 🤨

- “something for you to think about on the way back to town.” 😏

- BRO WATCHED MORSE LEAVE W HIS GLASSES IN HIS MOUTH WTF WAS THAT

- these gay ass hoes

- “doctor debryn called. wants you to drop by the mortuary.”

- 🤨

- “do you feel alright? you’re not going to...”

- “no.”

- “i can get you a glass of water, if you’d like.”

- they know each other so well i’m—-

- “what did they tell you about me?”

- that ur batshit crazy and they were RIGHT

- “she’s beautiful, incredibly so.”

- doesn’t mean she’s not crazy

- “most of the lads have you off as a queer fish.” 🤨

- “have they?”

- WHY R U SURPRISED???

- have you met urself?

- i wanna smoke a pipe like thursday

- bro morse fr j ghosted strange like that how foul

- NO THE GAY PRIEST

- thursday is INSANE for j sneaking up on morse in a gay hookup spot like that

- his FINGERS ARE GONE

- “that’s frank’s scrawl. i’d know it a mile off.” 🤨🤨 no need for the little smile as u say it doc

- NOOOO THE GAY PRIEST

- i love jakes but he’s such a snitch on morse 😔 no need for all this hatred 😔

- morse there is no need to cry over being returned to general duties get it together

- thursday >>>

- morse’s interactions w women give me such an ick and not even in a “i think he’s gay” way but in a “he should never be allowed to speak to a woman” kinda way

- yes, i read the books so i know i’m right.

- oxford is so pretty i’m literally sick over it.

- no need to stare at jakes when he’s leaning over his desk, morse

- their bickering is literally-

- morse what is ur actual problem

- the first time i saw this i was obviously on morse’s side but watching it now i’m literally like... bro ur a MESS

- GO STRANGE!!!!

- jakes there is no need to lean over morse’s desk to get in his face like that JUST to make fun of him

- insanity.

- gay priest = confirmed by that little blond asshole

- strange is such a real one i wanna marry him

- “i’ve been an idiot.” OBVIOUSLY.

- i would go to church if i could go to church here

- “why wouldn’t he just come forward?” Bright you need to believe gay people are real NOW bc ur nick is CRAWLING w them

- the random old man covering for his son being the murderer is INSANE of the writers

- morse has no business being so smart

- also i’m allowed to hate him bc i AM him

- it’s insane to rly look at what was going on bc why was derek having monkford deliver the drugs in a gay hookup spot, why would his dad murder someone in a gay hookup spot, why would that old man murder a gay man for walking into a gay hookup spot

- he’s GAY????? he’s NOT going to come forward u psycho.

- justice for the gay people in this show i demand it

- morse and strange = besties for lyfe

- the THEME SONG DHMU

#part one #this will be a series #a very gay series #endeavour #endeavour itv #itv endeavour #endeavour morse #queer #pride #morse #morseverse

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terrasu · 1 year

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Put in the tags what you'd rather wear- (late?) 14th century pointed shoes or these "pants"

#lucy and historical fashion #i have a lot of crazy modern fashion #and historical fashion is ridiculous #anyways #this will be a series #historical vs modern

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nizzysam · 1 year

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A Song for Micah

I want to share songs that make me think of Red Dead Redemption 2 characters, starting with Micah.

I will be analyzing bits of lyrics (not all) in relation to the character.

This will obviously be headcanon-heavy, you may disagree with what's under the cut and that's alright! I'm self-indulging.

Goo Goo Dolls - I'm Still Here

I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment That's held in your arms

This passage is evocative of Micah's rebellious and wary nature. His relentless poking of people to the limit of patience and his thirst for arguments are well captured in the first two verses. Although to be fair, Micah often believes he has the answer.

The final two verses touch on his reluctance, due to fear or otherwise, of a close and intimate relationship.

And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway You don't know me And I'll never be what you want me to be

This is a cry against everything and everyone. Starting with his father and ending with the world. He will not listen or be what you want him to be. Because he cannot, no matter what, bring down the wall of anger he built around himself.

And what Do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man You can't take me And throw me away

Even if he tried, no one would really be able to understand what he is feeling. So why try? He knows that if he were to be vulnerable, people would label him as "weak", just like he does. He doesn't want to be labeled as such, so he puts up a tough act.

And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me 'Cause I'm not here

How could he ever recognize affection if it was never shown to him? How could he ever know kindness, forgiveness, and love, if all he has ever been shown is hatred, violence, revenge, and pain? He has always felt alone, raised in a nasty environment. It is likely that he would disassociate, that he would not be there.

And I want a moment to be real Want to touch things I don't feel Want to hold on and feel I belong

Here we touch on Micah's deep desires, his human need to feel part of something. These, strange as it may seem, I think are the themes of his thoughts when he leaves camp to clean his guns or whittle wood.

Alone, as always, dreaming of belonging somewhere.

And you see the things they never see All you wanted-I could be Now you know me And I'm not afraid

This is about Dutch. He who "has the most incredible way of putting things." Micah is willing to be what Dutch wants him to be. You can see it in their interactions and other things Micah says around camp. In how he tries to be his number two, and how he desperately wants his approval.

They can't tell me who to be 'Cause I'm not what they see

"I'm not a monster, miss." He certainly gets mistreated by Arthur even when he has no bad intentions and just wants to have a conversation. This, over time, sours Micah to the point where he becomes hostile on purpose against Arthur. He has always been somewhat antagonizing with the others, this being because Micah does not hold them in the same regard.

Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe

His selfishness, his believing himself superior, strong, and therefore deserving to win at the expense of the weaker. He refuses to listen to what he thinks to be lies. His interactions with Swanson are an example. Micah classifies his addiction as a weakness and nothing else.

I'm the one now 'Cause I'm still here I'm the one 'Cause I'm still here

"I'm a survivor, Black Lung, a survivor. That's all there is. Living and dying."

#a song for #this will be a series #micah bell #i'm still here #headcanons #hcs #with songs #this is just me having fun #and projecting a bit?#maybe?#nizzysam.txt

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theyrealllesbians · 2 years

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I dare you

Chapter 1: April, 2010

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Rooster walked into the bar near base, desperately needing to calm his nerves and get out his head for a couple of hours before the first official day of the mission tomorrow. He had asked Phoenix and Bob if they wanted to join, but both declined, preferring to have a calmer night. He didn't blame them and some part of him, the one that would lie on the couch watching films when he had a test the next day, wished he could do the same. Still, he found his hands itching for a pint of beer or two, but that was it. In no circumstance was he intending to get laid. But Rooster was a sucker for a blonde and it just so happened that a blonde guy was bent over the bar when Rooster walked in.

As he sauntered over (purposefully pulling back his shoulders and taking long, confident strides) he took note of the song playing through the bar jukebox and laughed. It was some cheesy 80s song that he was sure accompanied some kind of dance number, the type he'd have probably been recommended by an array of teenage girls multiple times.

"I just want to preface," Rooster leaned into the guy's space slightly, teetering the line of too close very quickly, "I don't do this very often. So, take it as a compliment that I'm talking to you."

"Someone's arrogant." The blonde turned his attention to Rooster almost immediately. He was still somewhat bent of the bar, but had turned his hips and feet to face Rooster, leaving his chin to rest in the palm of his hand as his elbow lay on the beer-sticky surface.

"That or confident?" Rooster lifted his eyebrows a little eagerly, nearly shooting them to his hairline, but his goofy smile seemed to make up for it.

"I'd stick with arrogant." The blonde guy decided with a small nod, as he stood up straight, leaning one hip against the bar. He was in a pose that should have looked as if he was trying too hard, but it didn't. The mix of the tight Levi's and clean white, again tight, t-shirt, topped off with a brown leather cowboy hat made him look as if the old bar was built for him.

"Either way, I have a question." Rooster turned the conversation onto something else, something he saw as being more important as he dragged his eyes up to the guy's eyes reluctantly.

"And what would that be?" The guy reached out, toying with the hem of Rooster's shirt, pulling at the collar a little.

"Your name, cowboy?" Rooster nodded to the Stetson that was balancing on the guy's hair.

"Hazard a guess." The guy tilted his head down slightly and stared at Rooster through his lashes and past the brim of his hat.

Rooster leaned in even closer, not immune to the magnetic pull he was experiencing, and stared into the guy's eyes for a while, getting distracted by the mesmerising blue of them. They reminded him of clear lakes he'd swim in as a kid, slowly wasting away his days in a sun-drunk dream. In fear of sounding too cliche, Rooster decided not to voice any of these thoughts, but instead allowed himself to drink in the memories for a millisecond more before pulling back.

"I don't know, your eyes tell me a lot, but they won't tell me your name." He said, reciting another of the "terrible pick up lines" he'd seen in an article somewhere.

"That's real unfortunate." The guy responded, not responding to the rightly named terrible pick up line.

"It really is. Gonna give me a clue?" Rooster kept going, trying to bat his lashes a little more and scraping his teeth against his lips to make them red.

"No way, good lookin'" Rooster preened at the compliment, despite schooling his face into one of disappointment.

"Rude."

"Not really." They bickered back and forth quickly.

"Fine, if you won't answer that, then will you answer my next question?"

"Depends what it is."

"Are you a campfire?" The guy groaned, clearly sensing how tragic the next line would be. "Cause you are smoking hot." Rooster was grinning ridiculously and was surprised to see that the guy was mirroring his smile. Usually, he'd get told to fuck off or that the line was a deal breaker, so he saw it as a good sign that the guy could tolerate his pickup lines.

"That was terrible." The guy said, still smiling and laughing a little.

"You're smiling though." Rooster pointed out, feeling his ego grow a little at the smile.

"Hm, if we danced would that shut you up a little more?" The guy quirked his lips, clearly having had a plan the whole time.

"I suppose it would," The guy dragged him by the hand to the little, makeshift dancefloor, "don't know why you wouldn't wanna hear more though?" The guy pulled him close by the hips, forcing them face to face, killing every word that danced on the end of Rooster's tongue.

Rooster groaned softly, not having entertained the thought he'd dance someone. His hands gripped the guy's hips, not wanting him to move from where he was at all. Rooster hooked his chin over the guy's shoulder, nosing at his neck before allowing his lips to skim the same path. Rooster vaguely registered the song that was playing through the bar's speakers. "Let's hear it for the boy" was softly beating out, making Rooster think of Kevin Bacon and in turn, causing him to laugh at the thought.

"Something funny back there?" The guy asked, voice filled with accusation.

"Just the song." Rooster laughed again, closing his eyes and resting his head on the guy's shoulder.

"As long as that's all, darlin'" Rooster was going slowly insane. "Put some effort in." The guy said, grinding his hips back strongly.

Rooster pulled the guy's hips in the last few inches, forcing them flush from thigh to chest. He snaked his arm round to the guy's stomach and rucked up the hem of his shirt, swirling his finger over the guy's stomach, dipping to his happy trail every so often. He ground his hips into the guy, drawing out a gasp that turned into a moan.

"Better?" Rooster asked sweetly, biting the guy's neck in the process before licking over it in one firm motion.

"Much." The guy whispered, stunned by the sudden change in character.

Rooster moved his thigh in between the guy's legs, somehow forcing them closer still, prompting the guy to grab onto the hand that was on his stomach and Rooster's hair. He started by toying with it idly, before grabbing a fist full and yanking not so gently. The guy spun around, throwing his arms over Rooster's shoulders in the process and smiling in gratitude when Rooster replaced his hands on his hips just as fast.

"You know what we say down south?" He breathed over Rooster's jaw.

"What?" Rooster asked breathlessly

"Save a horse," He pulled back to look Rooster in the eye, "ride a cowboy."

Rooster groaned before taking the guy's hand that was coiled round his neck and used it to pull him to the only place, he knew worthy of a one-night stand, the men's bathroom.

Rooster walked into Top Gun the next day, aviators resting on the bridge of his nose. He had been assigned this mission about a month ago, a couple weeks after he had graduated from the academy. He was over the moon after hearing the news, especially as his Dad had sat him down only a few days prior to explain the complexities of what a working Naval aviator would be required to do. It was an odd thing to get so excited about, especially as many of the points were things most people refused to even think about: uprooting their lives at a moments notice, having to form and lose close bonds every couple of months and risking their life every day. While the last point had briefly caused Bradley's spine to spasm and shiver in abrupt realisation. The fact that he would now be paid to fly everyday, getting to live a dream he'd only wished to experience since he was a child served only as gasoline to the fire of excitement burning away in his heart.

His dad had been a pilot in the 80s and was lucky to be alive (as he so often joked) due to a near fatal head injury that forced him into early retirement. Due to this casualty, his mother was not too keen on him following in his father's footsteps, afraid that he'd follow them too closely and lead himself to an early grave. So, she had made Rooster promise to wait on the idea, had even threatened to get his uncle to pull his papers if he didn't agree. And while eighteen-year-old Bradley had been so blinded by anger that he refused to speak to any of his family for a year, opting instead to crash on friend's couches where possible, he soon managed to empathise with his mother and agreed to the four years of regular work before sending in his application. Carole had said if he was still interested after the four years, then she'd get Goose (his father) and Maverick (his uncle) to give him a proper talk about the service. Low and behold, at the age of 22, Bradley sat at the kitchen table with his dad and uncle on the other side talking about everything, the legalities, the health and safety side of the job, finally ending with the pros. Carole was still hesitant about the agreement (scared to lose her little boy) however when she saw the face Bradley made when he heard Goose and Mav's stories, an exact copy of the one he'd made when he was two and first saw a plane take off, she knew there was nothing strong enough to stop him from joining the Navy as a pilot.

That being said, no one prepared him for the fact that he may see an old partner in the very same class. Specifically, the guy he'd hooked up with the previous night.

Phoenix elbowed him back into the real world, saving him minutely from the utter embarrassment he faced as he stood frozen in the doorway to the class.

"Move it Bradshaw, we've got places to be." She shouldered past him as she followed his gaze. Finding that it led to the blonde sat smugly in his chair, feet on the desk in front. "Ah, I see. You've found pretty boy of the month." Phoenix teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"No, no. It's not that." Bradley responded, finally getting a grip and moving to a spare seat, one the was purposefully in the man's eyeline. Sue him, but he does in fact enjoy being admired, worse things have happened.

"What is it then?" Phoenix asks, sitting in the chair beside him, immediately pulling her foot under her thigh.

"You know how I checked out that bar last night?" Rooster asked, leaning forward, a futile attempt to shield their hushed conversation.

"Yeah." Phoenix responded, already sensing where the conversation was going to go.

"Well, I may have ended up hooking up with that guy." Rooster whispered, desperately trying not to catch anyone else's attention. However, the action had been useless as Phoenix gasped loudly, despite the predictability of it all. "Would you shut up?" Rooster glared at her as she smirked and tried to lean past his shoulders to get a better look at this guy.

"But Roo, I need to get a look at the guy who's stolen your heart." She teased, continuing to try a catch even the smallest glance at the guy.

"Well you can do that later, I'm sure this won't be the only time you see him." Phoenix laughed softly at the hilarity of the situation.

"What are we talking about?" Bob (Phoenix's WOS and childhood best friend) asked, taking the last available seat on their row.

"Rooster's got a boyfriend." Phoenix sing- songed a little too loud as it caught said "boyfriend's" attention. Though this wasn't the first time it had happened, as Hangman had been glancing over to the duo -now trio- every so often as he sensed gossip, and felt some stares.

"What?" Bob asked, leaning forward so he could talk to Rooster directly. "Is it true?"

"No of course it's not true." Rooster whispered, trying desperately to reinstall their bubble of privacy, as he faced away from the pair, instead sitting up straight and facing the front.

"He was just telling me that he hooked up with the blonde guy," Phoenix leaned back so Bob could see who she was on about. "After he froze in the doorway because he saw him." She widened her eyes comically, trying to get the point across. Bob gasped and let out a quiet "ooohh" in response.

"Would you two stop gossiping like schoolgirls?" Rooster snapped. Usually he didn't care about appearance, but he would like to at least look like he takes his job seriously on the first day.

"Okay, jeez." Phoenix responded, rolling her eyes mockingly before turning to see their instructor walk through the door.

"Well that was an absolute joke." Bradley groaned walking into the changing rooms after their day of training.

"It was funny though." Phoenix added.

"It was not." Rooster fixed her with a less than subtle glare.

"Was."

"It wasn't." The two bickered like children.

"It was." Phoenix finished their little back and forth bickering. "So let's hear all about it." She had been itching to know more all day but her and Rooster hadn't had a spare moment since the morning.

"Let's not." Rooster groaned.

"So, his name's Jake." She grinned, acting exactly as he imagined his mother would.

"You know, you sound exactly like my mom right now."

"That's an honour, Bradshaw, your mom's amazing. Anyway, stop dodging the point."

"Nope." Bradley quickened his pace minutely, forcing phoenix to jog a little to catch up.

"You know I was thinking, his callsign is a little suggestive." She hoped this would catch his attention after having caught up and subsequently jumped on his back to prevent him from running away again.

"What do you mean?" Rooster asked as he moved to hold her on his back better, whilst subtly proving her point that Hangman meant more to him than he initially let on.

"Replace the A with another vowel." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"Hangmen?" Rooster asked bewildered. "That's a bit morbid don't you think?"

"No, the first A, idiot." She flicked his temple lightly. "With a U maybe." Rooster stayed confused, his brows furrowing in concentration.

"Hu-" Rooster's eyes widened briefly before he coughed and fell silent and bright red.

"So, is it true?" Phoenix leant forward so her face was in his peripheral.

"Not answering that." Rooster sighed.

"So, it's true." Phoenix jumped off and walked off in the direction of the women's showers but not before throwing a suggestive smirk over her shoulder. "You're not out of the clear just yet, Bradshaw!"

Bradley had finally managed to get a spare 5 minutes, which he spent laying on his bed talking to his parents. The only thing his dad wanted to know was how all the military tech and planes had changed since he had last flown. As soon as Bradley and his dad got to talking about planes, they could easily go on for hours, discussing any minor detail.

"Make sure you get that picture of your plane." Goose reminded Bradley, sounding like an excited child waiting to see their new toy.

"I will!" Rooster laughed, "can you hand me over to mum now?"

"Sure kiddo, have a good day tomorrow." Rooster rolled his eyes.

"Dad, this isn't high school." Rooster groaned jokingly.

"I know, I know." Bradley could hear the eye roll through the speaker.

"Anyway, bye dad, I'll speak to you next week, have a good one." He concluded, rattling off the pleasantries, a little ritual his dad and him had kept since Goose would be deployed on month long missions when Bradley was 3.

"Alright, speak to you later Brad, love you."

"Love you too." He heard commotion through the speaker and then his mother's voice could be heard.

"Hi darling." His mother's voice was silky smooth, like honey or mango juice, a soothing sound that reminded Bradley of late summer nights and days in the garden surrounded by flowers and bees.

"Hey ma." His voice softened as he let the tension melt from his shoulders.

"How's it going over there?"

"It's going pretty good. My morning was full of surprises." Rooster felt no different from when he was in highschool, sat round the dinner table eating whatever was about to go bad in the fridge and recounting his day, the good and the bad.

"What does that mean?" Carole laughed a little, probably sensing the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Oh just that I saw someone I wasn't expecting to." He replied, not bothering to expand anymore.

"Ah." Carole replied, the knowing tone scared Rooster.

"Now, what does that mean?"

"I used to be on base a lot with your dad and Mav, I know it's not just flying planes, hun." His mother spoke cryptically, which Bradley appreciated, he could interpret the rest of what his mother had implied without having to hear it.

"Right, okay."

"What's their name?" His mum asked, tone sickly sweet and sing-songy. Apparently, he couldn't be so lucky.

"Oh no, I've already had this exact conversation with Nat." Bradley groaned, for what felt like the millionth time that day, it turns out that if you tell people something, they will just want to know more and more and more, he'd never be able to escape the questions.

"Well then I suppose you'll be having it again." Bradley sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

"Right, well to preface, there's nothing going on. As in, he's not my boyfriend, and I don't intend for him to be." Bradley clarified, knowing his mom could get a little carried away with a thought sometimes.

"Yeah, yeah. What's his name?"

"Mom, it won't mean anything to you." He argued, still trying to get out of the conversation.

"I don't care about that, now spit it out." Carole replied in a snappier tone, proving that she wasn't going to let Bradley get out of it too easily.

"Mom!" He laughed.

"Oh, come on Bradley."

"Fine, it's Jake, but I've got to go now, I'll speak to you next week, love you ma." He ended quickly, desperately not wanting to continue the conversation any further.

"Love you too Bradley." His mom laughed, seeing straight through his act.

Ahh i really hoped you enjoyed and just know there is a lot more to come, more drama, more smut (potentially) and as Sharpay Evans said bigger is better, so stick around to see the chaos unfold lmao

Please feel free to tell me what you think as i love to read comments, but i don’t like mean ones so keep those to yourself.

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