#'congrats buddy youre the most messed up person here.' because what do you even say to all that 😭

[demonforthesemen]

@cryptidbytes eating your tags because yes! YES!!!!

If put to use, his love is a dangerous prison. If he is loved in return, that love eventually warps until it's poison. And it's his fault, isn't it? He is the origin of sin, the tempter, the snake in the garden full of promises he cannot keep. He is the reason the road to hell is paved with good intentions - but as long as he doesn't act, there can be no intent, and so things remain in the safety zone. (Extremely obviously flawed logic considering not acting and not intending and therefore isolating himself had pretty bad repercussions, but he's not exactly thinking clearly.)

Anyway when he finds out - and I have a whole lil story in my head for how he finds out - that Alastor does feel something, however hard to pin down, for him, he panics. It feels like a betrayal. Alastor was supposed to be safe to love, safe from his love, and now that safety net has disappeared right out from under him.

Of course I love Lucifer falling for Alastor and having a whole crisis about it because (perceived or real) unrequited love is a bitch, but consider: Lucifer being deeply messed up over the way his very loving marriage ended.

Lucifer's only experience with romance being the one to fall first, the one to fall harder, and the one left behind.

Lucifer realizing he's fallen in love with Alastor and it's not ideal in any way, shape, or form, to put it mildly, but there's a strange relief there. Lucifer feeling safe with this love because he doesn't have to do anything with it, because (as far as Lucifer knows), Alastor is certainly amused by him but he most definitely doesn't feel any real affection for him.

Love grew and changed and soured between Lucifer and Lilith, but with Alastor it can remain in stasis, untouched and forever boxed up like a collector's item, only pristine and beautiful and worth something if left alone.

[boochanz]

hello, my loves! today marks 2 months since i began creating gifs (and the occasional gfx) on tumblr and i also reached an incredible milestone last night; 500 followers! i cannot help but feel extremely honored and appreciative of every single one of my followers and mutuals. it shocks me that i've grown and improved so quickly as a content creator, and especially that there are so many people who are willing to come on board with me to support me and observe my growth. i cannot express my gratitude enough. ♡

unfortunately, i am tremendously busy and cannot find the time outside of weekends to do anything fun to celebrate :( but at the very least, i wanted to take the time to come and thank some very special people who have contributed so much to my account's growth and to my improvement as a cc

first, some of my darling mutuals — ;

@dokyeomblr miss elv, ily! my very first mutual and one of the kindest, most pleasant people i have ever met. you never fail to make me smile with your tags and comments <3 i have admired you for so long and am so honored to be your friend and moot

@97chwe tris, who is such an inspiration to me and so very talented, who i have been in awe of for the longest; whose tracking tag i will spam endlessly and whose support i will always appreciate so genuinely

@caratonce isai, one of my first mutuals and my caratblr server buddy (we joined almost simultaneously and your familiarity was so helpful to my anxious self), i love u sm. your personality is phenomenal and your work follows. im so happy to know you and call you a friend

@soonhoonsol chey, who so consistently reblogs my content and always has the sweetest things to say. i looked up to you prior to joining as a cc and i feel so lucky to be your moot!

@jminwook bbie, one of my newer mutuals and another victim of my tracking tag spamming, who is so very supportive and so sweet

@junranghae noa, my milestone buddy (congrats again!!0 and fellow huihui! i appreciate you so much, you are so dope and always so supportive of my content! it doesn't go unnoticed at all, thank you.

@junkwan jenna, my evil twin (or am i the evil one?) — i miss seeing u around the server! you are so fun to be around and i love being ur mutual and ur friend!

@aceofvernons xan, who is normal by no stretch of the imagination yet kind and supportive of their friends on a level that is incomparable. i truly appreciate you

@wonublr & @knnovations lee and mars, creators with truly mind-blowing skill and talent... who i would still be screenshotting without the help of. i owe you guys so much credit and appreciation &lt;3

other mutuals who i thoroughly appreciate — ;

@jeonwonwoo | @woozification | @shuatonin | @injunnies | @usershua | @xuseokgyu | @shuatm | @seunievrse | @isdokyeom | @blondesoobin | @sunflower-hae | @yeonjuins | @seungkwan-s + many more

and of course, all of my caratblr server friends!

i would also like to say a quick thank you to the following people:

@melanielogs for being a phenomenal friend, for being one of my first followers, and for always believing in me and encouraging me when i didn't believe in myself and wanted to give up.

@taetheists for always listening to my ratio woes and helping me out even if i didn't request it. and yknow.. for letting me use ur photoshop. you're a good friend ♡

and,

@woozi because though i've already told you this, the fact that you so consistently engage with my content and boost it means so much to me. i don't think it's an understatement to say i owe a lot of my success here to you. and what i appreciate more than anything is that you haven't just been supportive of my works since i got good — you were right at the front of the line reblogging my grainy 'i got a free trial of photoshop, lemme mess around' gifsets. it really, truly means a lot to me and I hope you know I will always be grateful.

and with that, I'm done because this is starting to get a little Oscar's acceptance speech-y of me. thank you all so much, i hope that this is just the beginning and that i will be around to be annoying on your dash for a long time to come. ♡

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born in 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and is the bassist and songwriter of Wallows and is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and she helps 5sos write songs for the album Calm and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in the good way) with shipping?

Wallowing

ashton Irwin x wallows!reader / masterlist

warnings; references to sex, swearing, threats

“Come in babe.” You opened the door, inviting your boyfriend Ashton into your flat. He had been having a hard day at the studio, and had asked if it was alright if he came over. Of course it was, but he had got a warning prior to his arrival, that they would not be alone, and that if he wanted to clear his head, it was certainly not the right place.

“Fuck you, you’re supposed to be on my side man!” At the sound of Dylan, yelling at whom you supposed to be Cole, you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as you welcomed your partner into your home sweet home. Out of all days, they had to be playing COD in your apartment today.

“Sorry bout that.” A light grimace filled your face, but instead of giving you criticism, Ashton simply laughed, following you through the apartment, as you tried to slowly pass behind your band mates who were occupying your living room.

“Not so fast young Sixx, get your well endowed ass back here.” A sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at Braeden, pausing your movements as he turned to lean against the back of your couch to peer over at you. “We need to have a conversation little lady.”

Groaning, you threw your head back, smiling a small apology towards Ash. “We were going to go to my room, I’d rather just you guys play my PS4 without needing to interact with me face to face.”

“Would you rather he FaceTime you whilst you’re getting down and dirty, or stand there like a kid’s doll and allow him to pull at your arm?” Dylan mumbled, as you crossed your arms, Ash greeting your band mates as you moved towards the tv, reaching for the side button and turning it off.

“Y/n what the hell?” Cole half screamed, breaking loose as he was close to finally beating Minette and killing his gamer character. His hands flailed as he expected an answer, raising in the air as he held the remote.

“I could ask you the same thing Preston, so what’s the schtick that’s making you keep me here, in my own apartment?” He gulped as you enquired at him, raising your brow, as you leaned back into your partner who stood awkwardly behind you like a supporting shadow.

“Congrats on the album Irwin, it’s great to see our own band member aiding your band. CALM is sick, and she makes me feel the same, just in a different manner.”

“Stop being a salty little bitch would you?” You asked, smacking him on the upside of the back of his head. He rutted his head back, clasping the behind of his scalp with his palm, firmly turning back to cast an icy glare towards you.

This was the normal behaviour around here, you all enjoyed getting under each other’s skin. It was a sign of true friendship, that whilst sometimes still triggering some real annoyance, that made your bond of being band mates that much deeper.

They were doing the same thing to you now, speaking prolifically showering your boyfriend in compliments, to side swab you with cockblockery. In all honesty, whenever Lydia or another girl was on the premises, you returned the favour, though that did not your pulsating frustration decrease at all.

“I’m going to assume there’s a problem here. Are you sure now is a good time for me to be here?” Ash asked reassuringly, his gentle touch applying a loving presence upon your shoulder, making you smile despite the situation that was running through the discourse of your veins

You craved him, to feel his body atop, or under, or however else against your own. It was infuriating to endure how your band mates dragged their greeting to him out, all you wanted was to discard his and your own clothing, leaving it as a jumble of forgotten material on the floor whilst the pair of you were caught up in mess upon the mattress, limbs inclined to coil around each arch, and breaths long overdue and escaping into the air.

“It’s a good time for you overall pal, considering that your sales are sky high, taller than this one that is practically trying to hump your arm. No problems with your presence, except the fact that it’s turning little Brandi’s baby’s hormones into overdrive.” Braeden spoke, earning a guttural growl out from your throat, as your nostrils flared furiously at his words.

If you didn’t get on with it, then the Red Sea of the month would cause a flood that would stain your underwear. You’d have preferred to take action before that happened. “The work isn’t just on my shoulders loser, if you want a worldwide selling album, put in some elbow grease, instead of playing stupid games.”

“I’m good, and by definition that makes you stupid, because they belong to you.” He remarked, Cole chuckling and offering him a high five.

“I could just kick you out.” You promptly supposed, as Dylan messed around with his phone, surrendering to the game, as he ran his hand to define the ruggedness of his silvery blue locks.

“Band rules say no to that.” Braeden stated. “And Ash, feel free to replace this one, we could do a switch. You’re basically ready to move in together, so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere else to have rapid fire nights.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Your boyfriend asked, and you, without any thought or hesitancy, shook your head. He certainly didn’t need to know about that, it was, least to say, a mess.

There would be dares, and drinks, and tattoos put in the most awkward places with that artist set that you kept very far under your bed. It was a shock that Ashton hadn’t seen the word ‘narwhale’ on the heel of your foot, or maybe he did, and decided against saying anything.

“I put up with these idiots.” Dylan sighed, though as you whipped your head around, you saw that he was not speaking directly to any of you, instead, his

“He’s on fucking insta live.” Cole realised, leaving over to get his face in the mirroring of the stream, waving a hand to the fans that spewed hearts onto the corner of the screen.

“Prick.” You called Dylan out, watching as he laughed at your lack of amusement, and poised the self proclaimed camera towards you, also catching the person beside you in the view.

“Calm.” Ashton softly spoke, sending you a small and reassuring smile, which you were defeated to not permit the same in return

“Funny pun Irwin, but shut up.” You laughed, and shook your head, him finally catching onto what he had said.

“Yes that is the incredibly talented 5SOS member Ashton Irwin. I know right, what is he doing with us?” Cole read, watching as Dylan rolled his eyes at his band member’s behaviour, wanting to get his phone back, though his attempts were lacklustre.

“Or more specifically, her?” Braeden asks, walking behind the sofa and grasping him, dragging him closer to where the phone was propped in Cole’s hand, giving the fans a clear image of his face. “Is he joining the band?” He reads from the flood of comments. “I wish, but we don’t draw that much talent.

“Speak for yourself.” You groaned, walking closer, leaning your head over Ash’s hunched shoulder, releasing an awkward smile as he raised it, gently bumping your chin with the slope of his muscle. “Rude.”

“Where are you guys? Well, we’re at y/n’s apartment. She just got back and dragged this old slugger in off the streets. How charitable.” Cole spoke, smiling up at Irwin as he lightly punched his face, already too comfortable with his hovering presence.

“Why is he there? This one makes me laugh, quick shag, ain’t that right buddy?” Braeden thoughtlessly worded, his eyes going wide in an instant as the fans quickly tended to the realisation of what he had meant. “Fuck, oops I guess.”

To say that you were furious was an understatement; you could feel an ache in your hands, wanting to tear the idiot into dismal pieces until there was nothing salvageable left to fix.

“You guess?” Dylan snickers, covering his mouth with his hand whence he saw your murderous expression conquer features. It was vastly more terrifying than any anger you had ever portrayed, and he could feel the couch moving as Braeden turned, and squirmed from the sight.

“Lemasters, imagine your head on a stick. That is going to happen, when I get my hands on you, your gonna turn cold as I strangle the living shit outta-“ Ashton grabbed you, as your arms tried to grasp and throttle your band mate, flopping in the air, intently furious at his revealing slip up.

“I think imma go.” He bolted, and as you struggled out of Ashton’s grip, you ran after him, out your front door and through the modesty of your building.

“She forgot her key.” Ashton noted, coming around and sitting with the remaining pair on the sofa. “How one of you think it’ll take for them to return?”

“As long as it takes for her to kill him.” Dylan grasps his phone back, fluttering his gaze over the comments. “They’re kinda cute together, found my new OTP. Sorry Dylan and Lydia. Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, we gotta take what we get and currently y/n’s not getting any because we have a tendency to cockblock her.”

“It’s our duty as the men of the band.” Cole spoke, a scream reverberating through from the hallway, audible to those online that were watching the two worlds merging.

“I think she got him.” Ash said, smirking lightly, as he heard your voice bellow out in rage against the male. Yep, your band was messy, but his wasn’t much different. He could certainly get used to it.

[quirklessidiot]

aoba johsai’s sport’s journalist (h/c’s)

just crack+ fluff + platonic-ish relationship (gn!y/n) (w: language!) a/n: this has been bugging me for awhile now since i havent seen headcanons of this yet (if their are do send them on my ask box) and since im on a slump, i decided to write this down. this is completely fun, easy-going, and self-indulgent, really perfect for someone stuck on a slump ksks. idk if i should make some for the other schools but oh welp enjoy! happy 900 btw werkwerk uwu so weird to reach this when im not even very active.

Now let’s be honest here, it’s no surprise that the volleyball team of aoba johsai has their own sports journalist. Like, c’mon, they’re one of the best in the prefecture.

But let’s start with the basics here, shall we? Let’s start with you, how this all goes through, and how you got into this heaping pile of mess.

Yep, you.

There you were in high hopes to get into journalism for college so what better way was it than to apply for the school paper? It would definitely look good and pretty in those college applications *chef’s kiss* you’re a second year btw idk if that matters but yeah..

Much to your surprise no one was applying for the news section which was kind of sad since you wanted a buddy there.

but-but it turns out though everyone was applying for the sports section completely understandable, next to feature, it was the most exciting thing to write because there was going to be a special section and writer for the volleyball team.

You knew that volleyball was kind of a big thing around your school?? you just didn’t expect it to amass like that much people.

The editor in chief is obviously surprised, you were the first person on that day to come in there and actually apply for something else.

and guess where that led you to?

Yep, the sport’s section, specifically the volleyball team’s personal sports journalist. Your brain goes brrt brrt because you were not a sports writer at all and you were, ironically, scared of ball games.

VOLLEYBALL WAS COMPLETELY NEW TERRITORY FOR YOU.

Your editor in chief laughs it off and says, “you’ll do fine… its like news bUT SPORTS! IT’LL DEFINITELY LOOK GOOD IN YOUR APPLICATIONS!”

You’re not sure if you should be terrified or terrified?

It doesn’t help that on the first day when you enter the gym you look terribly constipated and panicking a lot because of all the stray balls being spiked and tossed around.

It also didn’t help that you crash course the terminologies and the member’s name a night before and you were just running on iced coffee that day.

Yeah, way to make a first impression, huh?

When you approach the coach, you’re not exactly sure what to say and you were this close to chickening out until you saw one of the players come up to you and ask if you were alright and if you wanted to talk to oikawa.

you’re loading for a second there.

and the poor guy who asks you if you were alright, starts looking actually worried because you weren’t responding at all.

“OH, oH IS THAT THE CAPTAIN?”

the guy literally looks very confused?? because what kind of rock were you living under that you didn’t know Oikawa???

so you go ahead and introduce yourself and say that your name was Y/N and you were the new sports journalist for the team.

“....soooo you write?”

“...”

at this point on, you’re also confused too

and idk man, first impressions do indeed last because you ended up (unknowingly) sharing the same brain cell with Matsukawa Issei.

you both were just confused there, straight up looking like two kids who got left behind by their mom in the grocery check-out line.

anyways...

He tells you the team’s pretty chill and you should stop looking like they spiked a ball on your puppy or something.

Basically introduces you to the whole team after, 

no questions asked, just go with the flow.

You basically just click and vibe???

Not only because you crash coursed and related to whatever they said, 

you literally all shared the same brain cell together.

Kentaro was another story though, kid basically hated your guts at first, it felt like if you were to say one sentence to him that day, he’d literally spike a ball at your direction.

“we’re basically the same year tho :(” -Y/N

“lmao well do i’ve got news for you, y/n-chan.” - Oikawa and basically everyone on the team.

you gradually start to understand the coolness of the sport since you had to incorporate visiting them once or twice a week during practice.

but suddenly it becomes almost a daily routine after a month because they’re just really friendly people??

like wow, they’re all friendly giants.

You’re literally just there to write about them but they’re really patient and kind, they even invite you to practice games so that you could practice out your skills in writing since you mentioned that you’ve never written for sports yet.

they even give you some added key terms that aren’t found in books and online.

you’re def closest to iwaizumi and matsukawa.

iwaizumi because he makes really funny fish jokes about oikawa (yes you arent supposed to be laughing but man theyre funny af, oikawa would usually call you and iwa corny because the jokes aren’t even that funny) and yes its canon that whenever iwaizumi sees an oikawa fish in textbooks, he starts laughing and joking about it.

no explanation needed why you ended up being close to matsukawa.

its obvious after that first meeting ya both would be besties.

same brain cell bros go brrt brrt.

incredibly!! supportive!! I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

like when you release a new write up about them, Oikawa would usually go, “It’s such an honor to be apart of your first steps, can you sign this?”

dramatic but hella supportive, we stan the gr8 king

“oh, wow, i thought you said you didn’t write before? how come you sound like a professional already?” - Hanamaki 

another dramatic best boi.

akira + kindaichi getting shy because they’ve never experienced this yet. So whenever you try to interview them about stats or something for a special issue, they usually end up a stuttering mess

“w-well, L/N-san...”

kentaro slowly warming up to you but still looks like he wants to spike a volleyball at your face 90% of the time but unlike before you’re used to his whole thing already.

“Move, extra.”

“You were great, by the way. That was a powerful spike!”

you may or may not be included in random ramen nights with the team

yes, oikawa buys you your own bowl of ramen

itadakimasu.

he doesn’t mind tho, he really loves how you write them. 

so its sort of a thank you for giving the team justice when you write about them.

team says you’re technically part of the team so they make you your own jersey. Now when you watch your games people ask if you’re like the manager or smthng.

“ no :’) “

When they lost against shiratorizawa and karasuno, you were bawling too like you were apart of the team.

this pretty much cheered everyone up despite the loss because your crying face was apparently very funny and memable.

oh right, your article was passed on to the town’s newspaper

it was literally like 7 am on a saturday and your notifs went zoop.

they added you to their group chat and spammed you with pictures of the articles that you wrote.

“...wOW I CAN’T BELIEVE IT?? YOU GOT FRONT PAGE FOR SPORTS???” -Oikawa

“we didn’t even win the tournament but we still get a feature?? thats so cool?? holy shit?? CONGRATS KSKSKS” -matsukawa

lmao idk matsukawa looks like a keyboard smasher tbh idk why

pretty much its normal for you to even start hanging out already outside of the court and after practice to get steam buns.

more chaotic mess and clumsy you running around.

your volleyball sports writing experience wouldn’t be complete until someone accidentally spikes a ball at the back of your head amaright?

ironically, it’s yahaba who does that to you. poor smoll bean.

“wow, you’re dumb.” -kentaro says to you

“ :’)” -you.

“y/N-SAN I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.” -yahaba 

overall, you found yourself in a safe haven with the volleyball team and yes, you also cried when the third years graduated. 

the third years have a picture with everyone on the team + you with a very red face from all the crying?? once again, you’ve proven yourself to be a meme.

continued to write for them up until graduation.

and its def obvious you kept in touch with all of them after, duh.

[yuzurk]

[12.10.20] LIVE NOW : CHOI YENA 1ST SOLO VLIVE 

Yuzu is a little nervous as soon as she goes live. She had done this several times but vlive was a whole different platform she had to familiarize herself with first before being able to make it work as naturally as she did with twitch. Making sure her connection was stable and the frame well captured, she continued to hold on for several seconds, double checking everything and watching people pour in. “I feel so naked without my load out-,” she muttered under her breath in English, spotting most of the chat consisting of fans that had found their way here through her announcement on twitter.

She didn’t know how many fans of heartz would actually join this stream and it was a shame she had to talk in Korean for the most part through it even though her fanbase consisted mainly of international fans but she would have to work with the limited options she’s been given.

When she was sure that there was a good amount of people in the audience she leaned back and clapped her hands together after inhaling a deep breath. “Sup everyone, this is Choi Yuzu and yer not watching Choi’s Choice,” the ex-streamer joked, a laugh escaping her lips. “Before we begin- my vlives will be mostly in Korean. With me being an idol in the korean industry now, I have to re-shift my focus. To those who don’t understand Korean- do not worry. Each of these streams will be equipped with English subtitles eventually and I can read and translate your comments if you want to be a part of the life audience. Sadly, this is the most I can do as of now, I apologize,” she announces, her hands still folded together as she bows her head. When she looks up again, there are already comments pouring in from sad emojis to people saying they understand and some confused Koreans asking what the heck was going on and why she was talking in English. So Yuzu went ahead and really kicked off her first vlive als Heartz’ Yena.

“Alright. Here I go- Let me introduce myself properly-,” she begins in korean, her head nodded once. “My name is Choi Yena, I’m the October girl and final member of Heartz 1/3! I used to be a streamer in the gaming and variety field and trained under Samsung for about a year prior to debut. I was born on the 29th September 1999, blood type A, going by the nickname Yuzu. So dun hesitate to call me that! Born in Daegu, been to primary in Japan and middle school in Canada. I came to seoul ‘bout two years ago, straight after High School. I love Games and all sorts of performing. I speak Japanese, Korean and English. It’s a pleasure to meet y’all. Please look after me well,” she introduces herself, tossing the most important facts back at her new audience right after.

“I believe I got... all important things done...,” she murmurs, looking down at her checklist before gazing back towards the chat to see the comments pouring in. People greeting her, calling her cute and funny made the girl smile a little and grin to herself. “Heh. Oh- the other members? I think they went back to the dorm already. I stayed behind to go live... eh?” Right as she says that the door slides open, revealing Luda ( @rkxluda ) who tiptoed her way into the room with a box of food. “Eonni? For me? I thought you’d gone back- ye I’m already live,” she informs the other with a grin in her voice, waving her in and tugging her over. “Before y’leave say hi, real quick!” The two girls wave at the cam together, Yuzu chuckling at how embarrassed Luda seems to be for interrupting her solo vlive. So she lets the elder female scurry away quickly and looks at what she had left the streaming girl. “Oh.... this... I love this- eonni brought me one of my fav foods ‘cause she knew I’d stay back to stream.” Opening the lid carefully Yuzu tilts her head back in bliss after inhaling the beautiful, yummy scent. “Woah... hold on I gotta do this properly-,” she declares, placing her chop sticks down before rolling the sleeves of her jacket up and then putting her cap the other way around to have her face free of any possible disturbance. 

Only then she picks her chopsticks back up and claps her hands together. “Temporary mukbang intermission. I’ll eat well~,” the girl sing sungs before digging in carefully, the hot noodles tasting amazing but still hot in her mouth. “Hmm so hot- but so good.” Struggling through the first bite, she takes a moment to swallow the bite before she pokes her chopsticks into her noodles again. “Luckily the eonnis can cook well- I’m a huge mess in the kitchen. The closest to a good cook I am is playing overcooked,” she admits, a smile widening across her lips before she munches down another mouthful. While chewing she goes back to check the comments, one of them making her smile.

FoxyIrishka ( @rkirina ) : when are you buying me a box of premium grade beef

“Soon. I ain’t forget, Irishka. Dunno when I’ll have time now but it’ll happen,” the ex-streamer promises to her gamer buddy, holding up her pinky to seal the promise. Irina isn’t the only of her friends she sees in the chat and it warms her heart. Especially Chaewon ( @chaewonrk ) makes her almost snort out her next mouthful again. Instead she smiles, hamster cheeks on full display as they remain puffed up with food. “I see ya Chaewonnie~ This girl’s an amazing guitarist. We played in a band together- right! I forgot to talk ‘bout 6tunes!” The female sits up with a start, grabbing her own phone and pulling up one of the few original songs they released. “I used t’play in a band as drummer n’ vocalist. We released a few original songs before we had to disband. Chaewonnie was there- n’ my big brother too- Sungmin Oppa ( @rksungmin ) ... he’s- ah there he is! I saw you in the chat earlier, hi oppa~,” she greets, waving at the camera with a chuckle. 

“Yeees I’m eatin’ well- see,” she holds up her half finished dinner before looking through her library for a 6tunes song. When she finally found one, she held the cover to the lens, making sure people could see it properly. “If y’wanna give it a listen, go and check it out!” Not certain if she was allowed to play music not made by samsung artists she decided to not play it for now and instead continued on. On the topic of music it’s then she spots her namesake.

( @rkyena ) "hi yena-ya it's yena unnie~ congrats on your debut!! will you sing a song you've enjoyed lately?"

“Ah- Yena eonni, thank you-,” she can’t help but chuckle. “This still is so weird- people ain’t ever gonna find me with how popular Yena eonni is,” she states with a chuckle before munching down another bite. “Luxe sunbaenim is too powerful... eonni is it ‘kay if I tell my fans t’ tag my posts with Yuzu instead- otherwise I ain’t ever find ‘em if I wanna go lookin’,” she asks the idol, an amused smile on her lips while she continues to eat. Receiving an okay in return she pretends to breathe a huge sigh of relief. “You heard her guys- Yuzu it is! T’get back to yer question doe eonni,” she continues, reaching for her phone again. “I’ve been listenin’ to convex new release a lot lately. I really like Jinwook ( @rkjinwook ) sunbaenim’s solo ‘Simple’! It’s a really nice song- I love it a lot.” 

Watching the reactions she kind of pursed her lips together when various people asked her to sing the song right now. Inhaling and exhaling a long breath, she couldn’t help but feel like it was a request she should fulfill. “Ah- I can sing a little... I’ll do the chorus-,” she gives in, pulling the lyrics up and deciding to do a simple accoustic version solely because her voice was too soft to keep up with the instrumental and jinwook’s voice in the background. Towards the end of the chorus she gets shy at people calling her voice lovely and beautiful. She spots Xiao among them and immediately feels soft again how she can seemingly transition from one field to another and still keep some of her faithful fans. Hiding her smile behind her phone she can’t help but chuckle shyly. “Ah lleexiao ( @xiaoxrk ) enough y’gonna make me blush,” she admits cheekily, waving the compliments off before hunching her shoulders up as she cringes a little. 

She’d have to learn to get used to these kind of compliments.

Leaving people to gush about her a little longer she decides to finish her food and just peeks at the comment section once in a while. It’s during one of those times she sees Kiwi in the chat as well, his request causing her to snort internally. Of course he would. “KingKiwi ( @rkxkikwang ) - please do a kda cover... okay. I’ll get to that. Got just the person in mind I could ask t’help me with that. Keep a look on insta,” the idol teases, wiggling her brows. Next she spots Wendy ( @rkwendy ) as well among those commenting on her voice, praising her for her progress and that she was proud of her debuting at last. “Ahw eonni- thank u so much. Still got long ways t’go compared to u doe,” she tags on immediately. “Wendy eonni is such a great vocalist- Androma is full of so many beautiful n’ talented girls- if you’re not a fan of them- go check ‘em out right after this stream, okay?!” Insisting on this she points her finger to the camera, narrowing in on it before backing away once more to finish her food. “Okay, cool.”

“I’m planning to actually do more vlives if I manage to find the time... one of the series I’d like to get kicking is actually related to gaming and I’ll have an androma girl with me for those,” the ex-streamer continues to tease as she wraps up the empty box and her used chopsticks. “So y’can look out for that too!” Drinking a sip of soda the female comes quiet while she reads more comments. Among her friends still being noisy and her old streaming fans yelling about more gaming content she can see some new names and comments being tossed her way. One of them catches her interest in particular.

zuzuruhanyu: say "maganda ako" 

The female furrows her brows, head tilting to the side. “What does that mean? Can I even say that on a live broadcast?” For a second she ponders over it, typing the words into a google translator to see what it would spit out at her.

“I’m beautiful- is that what it means? Won’t that be a little vain of me to say,” she inquires with a chuckle. “I’m tempted to call someone who I know knows Tagalog to confirm Google Translate isn’t failing me-,” she wonders out aloud. In the end she sends him a quick message beforehand, just to warn him and ask if she could call him really quick to ask something. If she was already boosting her connections, she may as well continue to go and do that. With the okay given Yuzu calls up Johnny’s ( @rkjohnny ) number and puts him on speaker. She grins when he picks up and some people seem to actually get a clue who she just called.

“Johnny Oppa? You know Tagalog, right? Does ‘maganda ako’ mean I’m beautiful?” A grin on her lips she listens to him chuckle and confirm the information she dug up via google translate. Replying with a simple hum as he inquires if the chat asked her to say it, she lets the smile widen across her lips as he reassures her that she can say it live without getting into trouble.

“Ahh okay oppa, thanks!” Before she can hang up the call though, Johnny requests of her to do the ‘dalagang pilipina’ pose which leaves the female confused all over. “What’s that?” A pic of Johnny doing it along with an explanation follows not too long after and Yuzu can’t help but laugh. “Can I pleaaaase show this pic to the viewers,” she asks with a chuckle in her voice. When Johnny gives a confirmed chuckle right back she turns her phone to show it to the camera, still chuckling away. “Doesn’t he look like the perfect maiden?” 

Cackling at her own wording she turns her phone back to herself. “Are y’watchin’ the vlive right now? I’mma do it,” she announces before going ahead and doing it, wiggling her brows for extra added effect. “this good? am I doin’ this right?” When Johnny chuckles out a confirmation, Yuzu feels herself grinning back proudly. “Alright cool. I’mma hang up then now, ye? Thanks again, Oppa. Bye!”

Looking back at the chat and having people wonder how she knew all these idols, Yuzu had to think twice how she wanted to go about this. She had wanted to avoid being compared to Jieun but not wanting to look like she was flexing and flaunting all her connections right upon reveal she had to explain somehow.

“I know most of them from before they were idols through my cousin, Song Jieun. She used to be a Samsung trainee and her connections are crazy. She told people to look after me when I first came to Seoul ‘cause she was worried ‘bout me. Everyone’s been really kind to me and looked after me well, so I feel very spoiled and grateful.” A smile on her lips she nods her head calmly. 

She comes quiet again as she reads more comments, smiling at the reactions and responses she gets even if some of them call her out for riding on her cousin’s connections. To avert the topic she jumps at a comment from whom she knows to be her boyfriend ( @rkohsehun ) lurking on an alias that she admittedly has to sigh at internally. she really did love her stupid noodle.

"seahoney says: congrats on your debut !!! any new / laid back games you'd recommend?"

“hmmm,” she tilts her head, leaning back to think for a second. “with debut preparations and promotions I haven’t had much time to game much. I really do like the fall and halloween update for animal crossing new horizons but genshin impact has also been my go to game when I’m in the car headin’ to schedules. ‘s got everythin’ put together from what you’d love ‘bout open world games. the gacha ‘s a little annoyin’ but that’s gacha games for ya. the breath of the wild feel makes it a whole lotta different to any gacha I played doe. the controls are also easy to manage so that’s a plus as well,” she reviews with a smile on her lips, grinning as some people say they wish they could see her play. 

“maybe I’ll see if any of my friends plays it n’ once we all reach high enough levels we can coop and I could stream.” at the mention of friends she also spots yoojung ( @yccjungrk ) in the chat and can’t help but grow soft immediately. “yoojungie~ maybe it’ll be a game for ya too? I haven’t given up on tryin’ to find one we can game together besides ddr,” the gamer laughs. She wishes she could express how much she misses her old roommate and best friend but not wanting it to seem like she was ungrateful, she comes quiet instead.

A gaze at the clock does tell her that it’s rather late already and the staff member supervising her also looks ready to pass out in their chair so Yuzu slides an extra soda over towards them before turning back to her comment section.

“You guys are gems... I wanna stay around longer n’ talk to everyone more but I’ll be back soon. For now I gotta head back to the dorm too and get more sleep. Please look out for us and allow me to meet you at music shows. I would love, love, loooove to see you all and show y’all my appreciation for supportin’ heartz and our first unit 1/3. We got lots of great things planed ahead for the future and are ready to gear up good, so please anticipate the future girls as well,” she concludes, hands folded together as she tilts her head to the lens, gaze soft and adoration in her eyes.

“That’s all from me for today- Yuzu aka Heartz’ Yena over n’ out!” With a salute she squints her eyes, striking a cool pose that breaks with her exhaling a chuckle before the screen does turn black at last.

[lilacsos]

Doctor!AU: Awsten pt. 1

A/N: So fun fact, this is the third time I have tried to post it and I’m going crazy. Anyway, I’m very excited about this series and I’m looking forward to Awsten’s story and not just because I have his planned out the most. I hope you all enjoy this series as much as I do!

*Warnings*: Language, mentions of surgery on a child

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Day 7: Surgical Interns

   No one likes a cocky intern and Awsten was cocky. He made himself sound amazing and constantly threw himself into a conversation. He fought hard to be the best surgical intern his resident had and the truth was, he did a great job at it. He worked extra hours and he made sure everyone knew about it. If his shift started at five in the morning, he was at the hospital no later than 4:30. He refused to be late and he refused to be given the boring cases. If he wanted to prove he was the best, he needed his talents to be used in the best way they could.

The residents and attendings all took notice of this. Awsten’s hard work was not in vain. While this was only his seventh day of work, his reputation easily floated around the hospital. He quickly became known as the intern that put himself on a pedestal above the rest and he deserved to be. The chief of the surgery department has even mentioned him in passing before and called him the best intern since Leah. Which said a lot about Awsten and his talent. He was really amazing and he knew it.

No one likes a cocky intern but everyone hates an intern that’s cocky and has the talent to back it up.

Awsten waltzed his way into the locker room, changing into his scrubs when he reached his locker. He was excited; today was another day he had the chance to prove that he was the best. It was also another day to make Sage Peterson eat her words. Bitch knew nothing about him. Awsten was amazing and he was going to be the best surgeon in the country and it’s her fault for not believing him. When he reaches the top and she’s begging him to be his friend and work with him, she’s going to wish she believed him in the first place.

Dr. Stevens, Awsten’s resident, pushed the locker room door open and glared at his interns. “Alright, here’s what’s happening today. Williams and Davis, go down to the ER and help them out. Knight and Peterson, you’ll be doing rounds with me. And French, congrats, Dr. Hood requested that you scrub in on a surgery with him today.”

The group all went their separate ways while Awsten ran to catch up with Stevens. “Sir! I just want to know why French gets to work with Dr. Hood today and I have to do rounds.”

“Knight, they did rounds yesterday. You’re delusional if you think that you don’t have to do rounds at some point. Besides,” Stevens spoke, a smirk gracing his features as he continued, “Hood requested to have anyone that wasn’t, and I quote, ‘that cocky intern that Leah isn’t fond of.’ So Knight, you think you’re hot shit but the best surgical attending hates your guts.”

Awsten stood in shock, staring at his resident. Did Dr. Rosario really hate him? How could she? She’s only spoken to Awsten a handful of times so why did she already have an opinion on him? Well, Awsten might have known the reason why. If his reputation really did travel around the hospital, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to believe that she heard how cocky he was. So, his next step on his quest to becoming the best, is making Dr. Rosario like him. Peterson slowed her stride to walk next to Awsten as they followed Stevens to a patient's room. “He called you out. Even the best surgeons have to talk to patients. You seem to think you’re the best.”

“Because I am. Everyone says that I’m the best.”

“Except for Rosario. She finds you annoying.” Sage whispered with a wicked smile as she passed him on her way to catch up with Stevens.

   At lunch, Awsten took a seat next to Vanessa and Michael, throwing his tray down next to theirs. “Rosario apparently hates me and she’s hardly spoken to me. Do you know how crazy that it? This is so stupid. Just because I’m good at what I do doesn’t mean anything about me as a person. She hasn’t even met me really. I’m amazing and I am a great surgeon! My very first day I did amazing work and I took a doll head out of a kid. They don’t allow any intern to do that and I did it. I showed my worth to everyone in the room and they were beyond impressed with me. I’m amazing.”

Vanessa sighed and took the pudding cup off of Awsten’s tray. “Listen buddy, you’re cocky. We all know this and the fact is, nobody likes cocky people. And from what I’ve been told, Rosario hates them, because it’s just a matter of time before they mess up and need to get their ass kicked. At least that’s what Ashton told me.”

“Ashton? You call your boss by his first name?”

Vanessa blushed darkly and gathered her things. “He told me to. And you know what Awsten, if you’re so worried about Rosario liking you, stop being so cocky and be an intern. You know, someone who’s there to learn because they don’t know everything. You’re one of us so act like it.” She huffed before storming off.

Michael, who had been trying to keep quiet now looked at Awsten with a frown. “She’s right you know. Interns don’t know everything and they do this program to learn from the best. You can’t learn if you already think you’re so great. Why are you so cocky anyway?”

“Because I’m the best. I’m going to be the greatest surgeon ever. That’s why I’m cocky.”

Michael could tell that he was lying but if Awsten didn’t want to tell him the truth then what was he going to do? He hoped that one day Awsten would trust himself and the others to share why he really acts like that but at this rate, Michael didn’t know if that would happen. He had an idea about what was going on in Awsten’s head and he was pretty sure he was right but he can’t tell unless Awsten wants to share. Michael stood and grabbed his trash. “Look Awsten, this cockiness is gonna come back to bite you in the ass. Someone is gonna get pissed and they’re going to do something about it. Look out for yourself.”

Awsten sighed and stared down at his food. What was Michael even talking about? No one would seriously sabotage him or anything. Right?

   “Knight, tell me about your patient.” Stevens huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

“This is Mrs. Jenny Phillips. She’s 37 and she’s here because she needs a new heart. We’re waiting on a donation for her so we can replace her ticker and get her back to having a normal life.” Awsten stated with a large smile, feeling like he had done everything right.

“Good. What’s her blood type?”

Awsten’s smile faltered as he looked at his patient. He didn’t remember. How could he possibly forget his patient’s blood type? Frantically, he grabbed her files but when he flipped it open, the pages were gone. “Sir, her chart is missing.”

“You lost a patient's chart? Knight, how stupid are you? This is not something you can lose and hope you’ll survive without it. That chart has everything about the patient and without it she could die! What happens if you give her a pain killer and she’s allergic to it? What if she has a history that completely changes how we proceed with her surgery? Get out. You’re done for the day.”

Awsten huffed and stormed out of the room but not before he caught a shit-eating grin on Sage’s face. Fucking bitch hid his papers. Awsten paced around the hallway, wondering if he should even bother to tell Stevens what happened. He had no proof and since he didn’t like Awsten, the chances of him believing him were very slim. This was insane. Michael had said that someone wasn’t going to like what he did and the guy was right. Peterson had it out for him since their first day but he never thought she would go this far. He was going to have to get back at her for it somehow but he couldn’t do the same thing to her. Awsten was already walking on thin ice with Stevens and one wrong move could end his whole career. He had to be sneaky. Or, he could get back to being the best and showing off so everyone likes him again and they all hate her. That sounded like a very good plan in his mind.

“Knight?” Awsten looked around him and saw Dr. Rosario at the other end of the hall. Holy shit, was she talking to him? He didn’t see anyone else in the hall so she could only be talking to him. He was also the only Knight in the hospital but that wasn’t the point. “Good, that is you. You, your resident, and I are talking to the chief. Follow me.”

Awsten stared at her for a few seconds before he ran after her, meeting up with Stevens on the way. The three of them sat in the chief’s office, listening to her speak. “This needs to stop. Dr. Knight, you need to step off your pedestal. You may be a good intern but that does not mean you get to walk around this hospital telling patients that you’re the best doctor they’ll have and no one else will compare.”

Awsten quickly shook his head and looked at Stevens briefly. “With all respect Dr. Keller, I have never said that to a patient.”

“Then why did Dr. Stevens tell me that his other interns have heard you say this?”

“They’re lying then. Peterson, she stole my chart this morning so I couldn’t tell Dr. Stevens everything about my patient.” Awsten cleared his throat and looked down at his lap. “Ma’am, I know I’m cocky but I’m not stupid and I would never put another doctor down like that.”

“Even if you didn’t, Dr. Stevens has said that your ego is so large it’s hard to work with. You cannot be a successful doctor if you never get to work with others because you have a big head.” At this, Leah snorted but quickly silenced herself with one look from the chief. “So here’s what is going to happen. Stevens, tell Dr. Greene that you need one of her interns. Knight is no longer your intern.”

Stevens smiled brightly and nodded his head, leaning back into his seat. “Then why am I here?” Leah asked, suddenly terrified that she was going to have to babysit Awsten.

“Knight isn’t kicked out of the program because of his ego. He just needs someone to deflate his big head. That’s where you come in Leah. Awsten will be shadowing you for the rest of his internship or until his attitude improves.” Before anyone could protest, Dr. Keller stood and walked over to her office door, opening it and gesturing for everyone to leave. Reluctantly, they all stood and stepped out of the room.

“He has to follow me wherever I go?” Leah asked before the office door closed.

“Everywhere. When you work, he works. No exceptions. You want to be chief one day Leah, prove to me you can work under,” she paused, looking at Awsten who was standing across the hall, “difficult circumstances. You can do this.”

Stevens laughed as he walked away from the two, leaving them in silence. Awsten was almost certain that they would be in silence in the hallway forever until Leah spoke. “Alright, you don’t talk to me unless you have to. Keep your distance. I know you have to follow me but that doesn’t mean you need to be in my personal space. When I’m in surgery, you do exactly as I tell you. I don’t care if you think you know best. I am in charge of you.” Leah grumbled, seething with hatred. She began to stomp out of the hall, causing Awsten to run after her. “And one last thing, if I’m with my friends you keep your mouth shut and don’t talk to them. Got it, Intern?”

“My name is Awsten.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes as he continued to follow her.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll stab you in the middle of surgery and no one will know. Shut up and let’s go.”

On his very first day, Awsten said he wanted to work with Leah. He knew she was an amazing surgeon and all he wanted was to gain a little of her wisdom so that he could one day be as incredible as her or at least a little close to her level. He wanted to be great and learning from Leah would do just that but he didn’t think that she would be this rude to him. She really thought that he was going to be a total piece of shit. Well, he was going to have to make sure that she saw a different side to him. He was going to be a perfect surgeon and he was going to be a great person. At least, he was going to try. “My name is Awsten. Call me Awsten or Dr. Knight. I went to medical school and I was the best and the top of my class; I am a doctor. It would be nice to be treated like one.”

Leah sighed and rubbed her face, turning to look at Awsten. “Don’t talk to me like that. You are my intern now and I will call you Intern if I want to. And then if you somehow manage to earn my respect, then I’ll give it to you. Now, shut up and follow me.”

Awsten couldn’t stop the small smirk that crossed his face as he watched Leah walk away. He was going to get her respect and she was going to like him. And she’s pretty hot when she’s mad too.

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The Dark Wave: Chapter 1

Boku no Hero Academia Male!Reader-Insert x Various

Rated M for violence (blood, gore, general villainy) and language. Link to intro post + index.

*Please note there’s a prologue before this chapter that you’ll need to read first.

Oh, you get it now.

That crying woman who’d brought you daisies was your mother. She was sad because her only son doesn’t even remember who she is (or who he used to be). After years and years of him missing without a trace he shows up in a hospital after getting decked by All Might, the #1 hero he used to idolize alongside some childhood friend he no longer knows.

He’d stopped a rather nasty fight between you and another villain after you’d learned your origin story was a fraud and went berserk. Someone with a mind altering quirk had planted false memories and completely erased others. It’s rattling to dwell on even now. Which memories are fake and which ones are real? You don’t know and you’ll beat it out of the bastard when you find him. In fact, the idea you’ll be able to get revenge on all the slimy losers who’ve ever lied and used you is a big motivator for becoming a “hero” yourself.

It’d been debated whether to try and reform you considering villains usually aren’t so young or to just lock you up and throw away the key. You’re still not sure why they didn’t discard you even now, weeks and weeks after the decision was finalized. Even stranger yet that they’d enroll you in the countries top hero school. And you can’t help but feel you’ve gone from being one sort of guinea pig to another. There’s this nagging tug at the back of your mind...like no one is telling you the whole truth.

Your mom must’ve been scared of losing what little she got back during the whole process.

Enjoy your first day! I hope you still like [food], it used to be your favorite ❤

Yet she still stuck a note to a homemade lunch and sent it to the school office for you to pick up. Knowing that her son is capable of and has done some terrible things she still hopes his favorite food is the same as when he was five. And though you have to live in a separate facility to be monitored (very closely) she’d informed you that your old bedroom was kept exactly the way you left it, waiting for you. She’d spent ten years dusting around Legos and hero figurines waiting for the day there would be a knock on the door or a phone call. Ten years!

Mom’s really are something else, huh?

“I see, so you couldn’t get to school the first few days because you were recovering from an accident.” Midoriya Izuku, the shaky mess that he is, must be confused as all hell. An entire album of childhood photos had been shown to you and it was stressed that this broccoli head was your buddy since diapers. He’s been doing most of the talking from his place across from you.

He doesn’t know why you’re here and you’re not supposed to tell anyone (obviously) so all he knows is that one day you weren’t around and the next you’re going to class with him and acting as if you hadn’t been MIA for a decade. “Ah, it’s been so long. You’re probably really different now from when we were little...not that that’s a bad thing! You’re supposed to grow up. Just...”

He may be a nervous, rambling puddle but he isn’t completely stupid. He knows something is up. It’s in the way he averts his forest green eyes and bites his lip with a frown. But he’s not the only one at the table so now wouldn’t be the time to bring anything sensitive up. A bubbly brunette sits beside him, watching on and trying her best not to look too curious and a few other kids from class 1-A babble their lunch break away within earshot.

And it’s no wonder he’s acting the way that he is. He knows your mother, she’s friends with his own. He’s likely seen first hand how desperate she was to find you. It’s not like you can pretend you’re back from a holiday. She’d put up posters and visited the spot you’d last been seen at over and over and over. She’d told you that herself after your release from the hospital.

“Congrats on, uh, you know...the whole getting in thing. It’s what you always wanted.” It’s awkward to speak up. It feels like you’re under examination and while you really shouldn’t give a shit what any of these preppy assholes think it wouldn’t do to slip up. You’re under a strict gag order, after all. “And also the class representative stuff.”

You’re not even sure what being a class representative entails or why a class needs one. Why anyone would want to be one in the first place is even more mysterious. You never actually went to school so these things are foreign. Everything you learned you learned on your own or through any of the sleazeballs in the League with enough patience to teach you. It was homeschooling of a sort. Even villains need to be educated...to a point.

As you pick at your food you vaguely wonder how shocked anyone at this table would be to learn a lot of the things villains do in their off time is frighteningly mundane. These aspiring heroes have probably walked past countless bad guys and criminal scum without ever knowing, shook hands with them, smiled at them. Perhaps were even neighbors.

Or sitting at the same table with one.

“Being here is a dream come true.” Midoriya perks up as he says this. He can speak for himself. You aren’t sure what to think of being here. While it’s still better than solitary confinement, you’re not exactly ecstatic about it. You? A hero in training? You can hear Him laughing already.

U.A. is just your way out.

“This food is a dream come true!” The girl beside him speaks up. It’s true that the cafeteria is well-equipped to the point of overkill and everyone’s trays are piled with expensive restaurant style food. U.A. doesn’t skimp when it comes to anything. Maybe you’ll try it out tomorrow if there isn’t another packed lunch waiting for you. “It’s nice to see people from other departments too.” She’d already introduced herself in class earlier but you can’t quite recall her name. Urara...rara...ra something.

Apparently her quirk makes things float? She’d happily demonstrated by making your pencil wobble in the air. Not sure how useful that is but she got into the hero course so she must be surprisingly capable. She’s admittedly rather cute but, still, she doesn’t seem like the type of person who’d even swat at a fly.

“Actually...I’m not so sure I’ll be a good class president.” Midoriya mutters into his bowl of rice. If he’s hoping to hide the embarrassed blush spreading from beneath his collar he isn’t doing a good job of it. Jeez, if it’s anything you’ve learned about him it’s that practically everything flusters this guy.

“Nonsense. You’ve got what it takes when it counts. It’s why I voted for you.” Iida takes a long sip of apple juice. Talk about taking things way too seriously. He’s so stiff and formal it’s almost annoying. And his black hair is so...so neat. His uniform has zero wrinkles. From his head to his toes he exudes cleanliness and order. It’s obnoxious.

You’d voted for Midoriya simply because you didn’t know who else to give your vote to. You can’t imagine it really matters who gets the role though.

“But I thought you wanted to be class president?” Rara girl asked Iida.

“Wanting something has nothing to do with being suitable for it. I made a judgement call that Midoriya would be the better candidate.” Iida responds with a firm nod. Just the answer one would expect from a kid who grew up in an upper crust hero family. Still, wouldn’t hurt him to loosen up a little.

“How noble,” You snort, ignoring the frown you’re given as a result. He’s dense in a lot of ways but at least he can recognize mockery when he sees it.

It sneaks in unbidden, like a snake slipping through tall grass, but you have the thought that Iida is probably the type who is easy to control by using civilian lives against him. Take a hostage, wreak enough havoc to the point he prioritizes rescue over capturing the person who caused damage in the first place...it’s always easy to use some heroes’ idealism against them.

But you shouldn’t think like that anymore.

EEEE! EEEE! EEEE! EEEE!

The alarm system.

You stand up like a bolt of lightning struck you and slap your hands over your ears. It’s so incredibly loud! You’ve never heard such an overwhelming noise before. The cafeteria erupts into chaos as students begin to scramble like panicked insects when the rock they’re hiding beneath is disturbed.

“Security level 3 has been breached. Please evacuate.” A disembodied, robotic voice announces. Barely audible with the alarm still wailing. This just causes everyone to freak out even more.

Great first day of school so far. This is leaving a wonderful impression.

You’re pushed and shoved along with the other students in a sea of bodies. An overwhelming and faceless swarm and all the while the ringing of the alarm about to make your ears bleed. It’s impossible to get away from, almost like it’s inside your head.

Someone latches on to your sleeve with a death grip. You’re about ready to spin around and tell them off when you look back and see it’s Midoriya with a concerned expression, worried about getting lost in the frenzied crowd. Either because you’re supposed to play at being his long lost friend (which you truly were you just can’t remember) or because there’s something about the look on his face, something bothersome you can’t find a name for...you can’t really find it in you to shove him off so you let him cling to you as you’re swept away out of the cafeteria and into the hallways.

You must’ve missed the memo about level 3 threats because everyone else is about to jump out of their skin. It almost reminds you of the wildebeest stampede in The Lion King. Hopefully no one actually gets trampled. That would be a mess.

“Uraraka, make me float!” You hear Iida scream. It’s hard not to recognize his voice, he has a very distinct way of speaking and can be very loud. Like a barking dog.

Before you know it he’s floating? overhead using a combination of Uraraka’s ability and his own to propel himself over the writhing students. Those weird engine legs rumbling and smoking. He shoves off the side of the hallway opposite the windows and lands awkwardly over the entry by gripping a pipe and placing the tips of his shoes on the protruding edge of the EXIT sign. He’s lost his glasses in the commotion but doesn’t seem to notice or care.

“IT’S OKAY! EVERYONE CALM DOWN! IT’S JUST THE PRESS!” He yells at the top of his lungs. “THEY’RE OUTSIDE!”

At this everyone quiets down almost immediately. You try to see out the windows lining the hall to check if what he says is true. Shouldering pass other students and pulling Midoriya along with you. He still hasn’t let go of your uniform.

Indeed, the press is outside badgering some of the staff. One of them you recognize as your new homeroom teacher, Aizawa. He’s too far away to tell what sort of face he’s making but one can imagine it’s an exhausted mask with unamused eyes. It’s like his entire body is constantly saying, “please get me out of here.” Even Present Mic looks unhappy having to deal with the parasites.

But what really catches your eyes is a familiar splash of silver-grey hair and a face obscured by a large hood. The cloth, the shadows, and the distance obscuring the man’s visage. He’s clad in casual clothing, all of it dark in color. His posture is slouched. You don’t think he’s changed his fashion (or lack thereof) or stood up straight since you were six years old.

His presence should make the pro hero teachers suspicious, standing off to the side like a creep. But the press is so hyped up no one seems to be paying him any attention at all.

“[Name]...?” Midoriya notices you tensing up, stiff as a statue. Like a hunting dog on point.

Tomura.

The gate that leads inside U.A. is crumbled behind him. Destroyed as easily as if it were made of sand. He must be the one who let the reporters in. Using the confusion that would ensue to...do what? He’s not here for you; you’re not exactly a prisoner. In fact, he probably considers you a traitor and he’d be right. A diversion...but for what? A test to see how well security at U.A. really is? Both? Perhaps he’s sending a message that you shouldn’t have defected?

“Big bro Tomura?” You’re a child. Dumb and reckless and tugging at the back of his shirt doesn’t seem a dangerous thing to do. Though everyone else is wary of him. He had told you that Tomura was going to be your big brother from now on and big brothers don’t hurt their little brothers. “Hey!”

“Stop calling me that.” He doesn’t pull his attention away from the T.V. screen, where he’s been playing a video game. Most of the levels he’s gone through look the same to you so it’s hard to say what he finds so enthralling about it. Seems awfully repetitive.

“Okay, big bro. Why do you hold things weird?” Your innocent question makes his eye twitch. There’s candy wrappers littering the scratched wood floor and they crinkle beneath your socks as you shift to stand beside him instead of behind. The place is spartan, cold, and dusty. But it’s your home.

“Ugh, Tomura, my name is Tomura. Use it.” He goes on smashing the buttons on the controller, all while holding it in that strange, four-finger grip.

“To-mu-ra!” You’re bored and there’s no one else around to entertain you. “Why do you hold things weird?” You repeat the question.

His jaw tenses. It’s so easy to bring his temper to a boil. Especially in his younger years. “This is why!”  He places all five fingers on the controller, holding it up for inspection as it begins to flake away into a pile of ash. Some of the residue gets on your toes.

“[Name]?” Midoriya pokes your bicep. “Let’s get back to class.” He’s finally let go of your jacket, acting like he wasn’t terrified of being flattened into a pancake beneath everyone’s indoor shoes just a few seconds ago.

Should you consider whatever plans Tomura is cooking up as a chance to get out from underneath the heroes’ thumbs and rejoin him? That would effectively mean if you’re caught a second time it would be game up. No more second chances. But to say the thought isn’t tempting would be a lie...

You follow behind Midoriya like an obedient pup, weighing your options as you head back to class. Being a “bad guy” is all you know but a way of life where you don’t have to lurk in the shadows doesn’t sound all that terrible. No more hiding and watching your back. But you aren’t the same as the kids here. You can act like a chameleon but you’re never going to truly be like them. A good person.

You’ll forever be stained.

“Oh, wow! That’s so cool To-mu-ra! Does it work on people too?”

.

.

.

“[Name], wait!” Midoriya catches you after school as you’re about to leave campus. His already messy hair is even more ruffled. At first look it appears black but when the sun hits it you can see it’s actually a very dark green, almost matching his eyes. “I need to talk to you.”

You wince, because you know where this conversation is probably going to go.

Behind him some other students are also leaving for the day. The sun hasn’t begun to set, of course, but the sky is warmer in color than it was earlier. There’s a slight breeze as well. It’s good weather. You wish you could enjoy it while making your way back to the tiny, single-bedroom apartment that’d been given to you (under constant surveillance...of course). Instead of this immensely uncomfortable situation.

“Are you okay?” He asks. Everything about him is in earnest. He’s genuinely bothered.

“I’m fine.” You grit out and shove your hands in your pockets. It’s ironic how this whole reforming into a better person thing is requiring you to be a massive liar.

“C’mon, I don’t want to seem intrusive but I...well, I know there’s something wrong. You’re acting weird. I-I know you just got back and I don’t know half of what you’ve gone through but...” He gives you the best stern frown he can. Like a mother disappointed that her child is hiding something from her. “I want to help if I can.”

How are you supposed to feel? You know this is usually the part where the other person opens up or at least reassures their friend that things are fine or will be. The part where worries and fears are put to rest. But...all you feel is frustration.

It’s ridiculous that he’s acting like hardly any time has passed at all. He shouldn’t be going on as if nothing has changed because everything has changed.

“I said I’m fine. Leave it.” You turn on your heel to walk away.

“But, [Name] I know--”

You cut him off with a glare thrown over your shoulder. “You don’t know. You don’t know me anymore, Midoriya.”

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I’m ill wifey so I’d like to request murder buddies digging graves with baes please 🙃😏

Shameless is what you are

Tom never planned on having an accomplice. It added a variable to his secret pastime that could get him caught, but he also hadn’t expected to meet another serial killer in his lifetime, especially not because they happened to go after the same target on the same night.

She’d been in the news. She’d distracted the media from him and he laid low, just to see what they’d make of her.

They still thought she was a man, of course. He wanted to know how she wasn’t leaving accidental clues behind. He wanted to know what the few clues, calling cards really, that she did leave behind meant.

The game and the chase was why he worked in forensics by day and hunted down the people who got in his way by night.

Not every night, of course. He had a life. Sort of.

Work was his life. He’d built his reputation. He was one of the best in the field and his position within the HPD gave him just enough authority over the forensics department to keep his extracurricular activities from being traced back to him. He just couldn’t understand how his new…neighbor, for lack of a better term, was so painstakingly tidy with the crime scenes she left behind.

Well, tidy wasn’t exactly the word.

Her style was so methodical that it left a heaviness in the spaces she’d left her victims in. Like there was silent poetry hanging in the air, waiting for someone smart enough to pick up on the words that weren’t being said. It was art. It was ever changing. Her modus operandi wasn’t as fixed as his. She adapted to suit her targets. It was artistic and clever and maddening.

If he wasn’t killing, he was catching fools unworthy of the fear left in their wake. Husbands who flew off the handle, murdered their entire families, and tried to hide the bodies. Nurses and Doctors trying to be angels of death. Serial drunk drivers who always managed to get someone killed, while somehow getting off the hook in court as well. The pitiful copycat killers and those arrogant enough to try and start their serial killing careers in his territory.

The problem with his neighbor is that she came out of nowhere.

In her first five months, the committed six murders. Each different than the last. Every drop of blood splatter was intentional. Every bit of dirt under fingernails of the dead behind on purpose. No fingerprints. No footprints. No partials. No hairs. Nothing left behind.

The only clue, the only hint he’d found that gave him any indication of what and who she was before their run in at the estate of one Gilderoy Lockhart that fated autumn evening, wasn’t really a clue at all. It was just a piece of circumstantial evidence. Something no one at the department gave a second thought.

She’d struggled when maneuvering one of her victims. Marcus Flint. He’d been a football player, but a larger one. Defense and goalie. And his exercise regimen had been impressive, to say the least. But his autopsy had revealed both pre- and post-mortem bruising along his back and arms that lined up with him being dragged onto the table he’d been found on top of. In pieces. The bruises on his arms had stumped the entire forensics team. They were massive, rounded, and in places hands would’ve been if he’d been dragged, but any hope of getting a shape or size of said hands was eliminated. They hadn’t been able to figure out how the trauma had been delivered either. Something dense, yes, and easy to bring down on someone’s biceps with enough force to paint their arms dark purple and maroon.

He’d been the only one to wonder if there was more to those bruises than just covering up traces of the killer. Tom had wondered why the bruising was so severe. If he had done the same thing, he’d have only made his handprint impossible to see. But these bruises took up most of Flint’s biceps. There was no telling how big or small the hands that had dragged him onto the table were.

It made his brain itch. Why would a male be particularly worried about a general hand size being discernible? He wouldn’t. But who would?

Someone trying to hide their sex, he’d thought.

He’d been right, too, and damn proud of himself for it. But the station had dismissed his theory. They didn’t think a woman capable of such clinically precise murders. And to be fair, neither had he until Marcus Flint ended up on her radar.

During the sixth month of their mystery killer’s case, his world was shifted once again. Not only was his hunting playground invaded by another, equally clever artist, but there was a new addition to the station as well. Captain Dumbledore had sought help outside of their jurisdiction. That help would become the bane of Tom’s existence.

For a while, at least.

Serial Psychology and Forensics Specialist (and Detective) Hermione Granger was brought to his attention a week before she stepped foot in his station. Lieutenant McGonagall had called everyone together, even pulling Tom and his forensics lackeys out of their lab and research spaces to alert them of their new “likely temporary” member of the team.

“Detective Granger was held in high regard while she worked for Scotland Yard down in London,” McGonagall told them, sending severe looks around the room. “We are very fortunate to have the opportunity to work with this incredible young woman, who climbed the ranks faster than any investigator before her, and earned herself the ability to do…frankly, whatever the hell she pleases wherever the hell she goes.”

Tom snorted at that, casting a glance towards Abraxas, who shot him a slightly wide-eyed look in return.

“Five quid says she’s an uppity toad of a woman,” he whispered.

Tom shrugged, accepting the bet. What was five quid anyway? And if she wasn’t hard on the eyes, it’d be a pleasant surprise. Competence rarely came in pretty packages, in Tom’s experience.

He refocused on McGonagall as she continued speaking. “Detective Granger is technically on an…unofficial leave of absence from Scotland Yard - or at least that’s what Albus wants me to tell you.”

A few chuckled went through the room, and Minerva gave them all a bland smile before turning serious again. “The truth is that the last three cases she solved nearly cost Detective Granger her life, which was still in danger is she’d stayed in London. My hope is that she finds a new home here in Hogsmeade. We could certainly use someone of her caliber.”

When McGonagall’s eyes turned sharply to Tom, he raised his eyebrows, awaiting whatever she had to say.

“I certainly hope having two savants in forensics won’t cause any problems…” she said slowly. Tom smirked. “Detective Granger will not work under our established chain of command. She will report to me and me alone.” A brow quirked as she continued to stare at Tom. “So play nice.”

“She fit?” Investigator Black asked from the other side of the room. Potter smothered a chuckle as Minerva turned to glare at them both.

“She’s out of your league…” Minerva said, her tone dripping with false sweetness. Black rolled his eyes as a series of Ooohs and chuckles at his expense swept through the room.

“Detective Granger solved three-decade-old cold cases in her first year with Scotland Yard alone, but if that doesn’t impress you, by all means, Google her. Her track record is quite impressive,” Minerva continued. “She joins us Monday morning. Embarrass me and you’ll be reviewing security footage tapes and doing paperwork with the interns for a month.”

With her final threat delivered, the meeting disbanded, and Tom happily went back to the research tables in the lab after making sure the research groups outside the lab didn’t need him. There was a whiteboard on the back wall with possible names for his neighbor, but most of them were pathetic. He just couldn’t come up with anything that would alert his potential playmate to the respect he held for her.

It didn’t help that everyone else still thought she was male, either.

At least he’d been able to make sure his name was of his choosing. Lord Voldemort. He’d left the V carved into his first few victim’s skin. When the department tried to name him Valentine, he’d left his name painted in blood on the ceiling above one of his victims. And he managed to talk them into calling him by his name in an attempt to “soothe his ego”. They’d believed him. They’d tried to offer their serieal killer a token of their respect, hoping he’d get sloppy and get caught.

It was a game he loved to play.

A game that took a vicious turn the night before Detective Granger was due to join their ranks. Another body had been found, but this time, she’d done something new. It was still her work, of that he was certain, even if his colleagues contested the idea. It was too different, they said. It must be a copycat, they implied.

“The cause of death varies from victim to victim,” he said, distracted as he carefully strolled through the crime scene. She’d left a mess this time, which wasn’t usually her MO either, but she’d done it before. The small hotel room was bathed in blood. The carpet soaked crimson and maroon. The color of the bedding indiscernible. The walls splattered.

“Why switch from sculpting and poetry to painting?” he murmured to himself. The flicks and spots dotting the walls lined up with the deep gashes on the victim’s torso. And she’d left him in a hell of a state.

“Cormac McLaggen,” Black called into the room. “Went missing Friday night. I recognize him though. He went to Hogwarts.”

Tom hummed to himself. McLaggen didn’t look much like Hogwarts Alumni naked and sliced up on a hotel room bed with his lackluster package out for God and the world to see.

“This one was personal,” he said, still thinking out loud. Only Malfoy seemed to pay him any attention, which wasn’t unusual. Abraxas made a decent soundboard. “To some degree at least. Left exposed. The only way it could’ve been more so was if…” Tom trailed off as he noted something on McLaggens wrists. The blood was so thick and clotted where he dipped into the sheets that Tom had nearly missed it. A snort left him and he glanced down and found a similar situation at the man’s ankles. “Never mind. There’s still rope on his left wrist, and I’m going to guess those abrasions on his ankles are from handcuffs.”

“Kinky,” Abraxas said.

“Humiliating…” Tom scoffed. “He didn’t get off before he died, I don’t need labs to tell you that. Go ahead and leave a note for Lovegood so she checks his bits in the autopsy, though. I want to know if I’m right.”

Black snorted from the doorway. It amused Tom that he had no interest in entering the room properly, but he supposed this amount of bloodshed wasn’t a typical day in the field for the detective. “That’d be fun to read in the autopsy report. The victim died with a decidedly severe case of blueballs.” He shook his head. “Poor sod.”

Tom gave the room a quick once over. Despite the…painting she’d left them, he could taste poetry in the air. “We’re overlooking something…” he said slowly. The walls were bothering him. The splatters were almost all curved, diagonal swiped that started down -he moved his right hand to his hip- and arced upwards -he extended his arm up and out in the opposite direction, miming the swipes he saw. Some went against the grain of the others. Sloppy, small half-circles. He squinted.

“Has anyone taken pictures from the doorway with the room empty?” he asked, noting the few forensic photographers, and technicians, who perked up at the sound of his voice. “Without anything obstructing the walls?”

When his question was met with silence and shrugged, he shot his team a glare. “Out. All of you. I want wide view, panorama, and close up shots of each wall. Then the normal detailing of the blood formations.”

A rustling crunch of plastic covered shoes and hazard suits grated on his ears as they filed out to let the photographers work in peace for a few moments. The plastic tarp in the hallway, laid down to protect the carpet, was stamped with bloody blotches. It reminded him of using sponge cut outs to paint stupid pictures in primary school.

Theron Nott was the first of the photographers to approach him, his face drawn and slightly pale. “I dunno how you saw it, Riddle,” he said, “but I think I figured out what you were seeing.”

Tom replaced his gloves before taking the camera from Theron and tapping through the photos he’d taken. He zoomed in on the panorama and sucked in a breath when his hunch appeared to be accurate. Then a wide grin spread across his face.

“She’s mocking us,” he said. His delight made Abraxas, Black, and Nott share a worried glance. “I told you morons she was female.”

Triumph burning in his eyes, Tom turned the digital face of the camera to the side so they could all see it.

There, written in spiky, flung slashes of blood on hideous olive painted drywall, were the words: I AM YOUR LADY.

Long after evidence had been documented and labs had been sent off, when Tom had returned home to his flat for the evening, with the promise of Detective Granger’s appearance on the horizon, Tom felt his cock stir at the memory of reading those words.

Now how could he welcome his new playmate to the neighborhood?

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Everything there is - Billy Hargrove

Synopsis: Billy’s mom is not dead in this one. She has a boyfriend though and Billy isn’t sure if he fits into this new family dynamic.

A/N: I like this story it was fun to write. I do hate the header image though, it didn’t work out the way I wanted it but at least I hope the writing is good. Hope you enjoy, feedback is very much appreciated ♥

“ I can't remember what I used to do Who I trusted whom, I listened to before I swear you've taught me everything I know Can't imagine needing someone so But through the years it seems to me I need you more and more “

Iron Maiden’s Wrathchild is blasting from his stereo, as Billy Hargrove lays on the floor of his childhood bedroom. A sweltering, clammy heat has taken over California and the floor seems to be the only place providing some kind of cooling.

The gray muscle shirt is sticking to his skin like a damn glove and he feels disgusting. It’s like all the whining he’d done about it not being warm enough in Indiana, has finally come back to bite him in the ass.

Sure he could go downstairs where there are actual working fans in several rooms that still possess all of their blades, unlike the one in his room. He could go downstairs in favor of a less sticky, less uncomfortable surrounding but really he’ll take sweaty balls over the shit downstairs any day.

Going downstairs means dealing with Craig. Dealing with his mom. Dealing with his mom and Craig. As a couple. As a family. As two people who don’t seem to be able to stop kissing and hugging and touching like a bunch of teenagers who have just discovered french kissing for the first time in their goddamn lives. A couple who bought a cat together, a fat ginger one, and called it Cat Benatar. Who do crossword puzzles together over the breakfast table and watch game shows cuddled up on the sofa every saturday evening and who go to concerts together and road trips and dates to the bowling alley. A couple who’s happy. A family that’s complete.

Going downstairs means seeing all of this and realizing once again how out of place he is here. How much he doesn’t fit into this life, this family. How happy his mom is. Without him.

It’s half an hour later and an entire run through the Killers album again, that a knock sounds at Billy’s door.

He grumbles a “come in” and hopes the person doesn’t hear it and just assumes he’s asleep or busy — or dead, and leaves him alone.

They don’t.

Craig, all blue eyes and over the top toothpaste commercial smile, sticks his head through the slightly opened door and looks at Billy as if he’s about to drop some life changing news, like a lottery win or something.

He doesn’t.

Instead he approaches Bill with a “Hey Bud” effectively wanting Billy to punch himself unconscious so he never has to hear anyone, let alone this complete stranger, call him Bud. Or champ. Or any of those weird ass nicknames Craig has been hurling at him since him and mom had picked him up from the airport.

Billy is 18, not 8. Those nicknames stopped being funny or endearing a while ago and at 18 they’re pretty much just creepy.

Also he’s not Craig’s Buddy in the first place so he doesn’t know where he got that idea from.

“ You wanna come downstairs for lunch ? Your mom made some sandwiches. Asked her to add some extra bacon. I heard you like that. I can remember when I was your age I would put bacon on literally everything”.

Billy finds it hard to even imagine this slightly balding, stach wearing man with the paint splattered jeans and the ridiculous CCR shirt, as an actual living teenager. It feels like Craig just came out of the womb all boring and bad jokes and all.

“ ‘m not really hungry, thanks though “:

He doesn’t want to be rude or ungrateful, he really doesn’t. It’s just that sitting down at the kitchen table with his mom and Craig is just gonna end up being a torture for him and he doesn’t want to end up saying something that would hurt his mom. They’re gonna ask about College and School and Friends and, god forbid, his love life. He really doesn’t fancy any of those talks. Especially not with Craig.

“ I know man, but your mom really wants to spend some time with you. Come on, give her that. She missed you “.

Billy thinks that’s the biggest bullshit of the century. Clearly his mom hasn’t missed him all that much. She went and got a whole nother life. A better one. A happy one. While she sent him to live with his dad who they both know doesn’t give two shits about Billy. Clearly she hasn’t missed him enough to have him over for Christmas instead of going on a trip to Montana with her new boyfriend.

She hasn’t missed him at all he feels like.

But she’s still his mom and even if she breaks his heart he will never be able to break hers. Because despite it all she’s still one of the few people he has ever truly loved.

“ Alright “ He murmurs and gets off the floor, shirt sticking to his back. In that moment he kinda misses his dad’s old home in California, it might’ve been a shitty run down place but it had a little pool in the back and that was basically heaven to Billy.

As he follows Craig downstairs, he can hear his mom hum along to Hall and Oates. She’s in a summer dress and her hair is up in some intricate braids and Billy almost doesn’t recognize her. This isn’t the woman that stayed behind while he was sent away. Back then she was all tired eyes and messy hair and sweater sleaves pulled over her hands. This woman had her shit together in the best way possible. Billy isn’t sure he’ll ever fit into this equation.

“ There’s my boy. Come sit “ she exclaims as she spots Billy waking into the kitchen and pats the barstool by the kitchen isle where a plate is already waiting for him.

Billy can’t remember the last time his mom made a home cooked meal for him. Back when he was a little boy she had a habit of trying out the most ridiculous dishes from her own mother’s cookbook, which usually resulted in the entire family feasting on a big cheesy pizza because she burned the dish. When things got bad between her and his dad, she stopped trying all together.

Sitting down at the kitchen isle, Billy starts chomping down on the sandwich. It’s not the most outrageous and delicious 4 course meal but there’s bacon and cheese and that’s basically all he needs.

For a moment he feels like a kid again, who’s mom greets him after school with sandwiches and juice boxes and hugs and love.

Then he notices that neither his mom nor Craig seem to be eating anything. In fact, they’re not even sitting down. They’re cooped together, Craigs arm around his mother’s waist as they both intensely focus on Billy himself.

“ You guys alright ? “

“ Yes, yes. Of course “ his mom exclaims, her words coming out jumbled and too quick for Billy’s liking. There’s something she isn’t telling him and it’s both annoying and hurtful.

“ Actually we are more than alright “ Craig speaks up from beside her.

There’s this look in both their eyes of excitement and joy but also fear of judgement and anxiety. Whatever it is they’re trying to tell him, Billy isn’t sure he’s going to like it very much.

His half eaten sandwich now completely abandoned, Billy raises his eyebrows in question.

“ What’s that supposed to mean then ? “

“ I — “ his mom starts and takes a deep breath before continuing “ we. We have something to tell you. There’s a reason I asked you to come visit me this summer. Not only because I missed you but also because there’s something really big you need to know “.

She pauses again and Billy feels like every second that goes by he gets a little more sick to his stomache.

“ What is it, mom ? “

“ Craig asked me to marry him and I said yes. The wedding is next saturday and I — Billy I just really wanted you there for it. We’re just gonna keep it real small. Get married at the courthouse and then have a tiny celebration at the Comet View. There’ll be dancing and drinks and good food. You know, just a fun night “.

Billy feels like he just drank and entire bottle of ice cold water in one go. His insides are frozen, his mind is frozen. There’s something about these news that make it impossible for him to process them. It’s like a thunderstorm crashing down on him in the middle of an Indiana winter.

A relationship was one thing but marriage ? Marriage is big and it means a lot and it’s — forever. And it feels like that might just completely close the door on Billy ever being a part of his mother’s life that isn’t just a visit every few months if at all.

“ Billy ? “

He realises that they expect and answer. A congratulation. Something. But can he really pretend to be happy about something that might just break his heart entirely ?

Yes he can.

Pretending is all he ever does.

“ Mom that’s — good. Congrats. Really, that’s great “.

He hugs his mom and shakes Craig’s hand and he needs to get out. The nerves in his fingers and and his toes are tingling and his heart is beating at a speed he’s sure it shouldn’t be. He’s hot and cold and everything in between and he needs to be somewhere else.

Somewhere he feels happy and safe and calm and comfortable and — like home.

Somewhere with his girl.

He knew he’d find her here. It’s her place, their place.

While the tourists and the loved up couples and the families mostly flocked to the pier, (Y/N) and Billy had found their own little spot of heaven and calm in the form of an abandoned beach watch tower further down the shore where the driftwood accumulated and the white sand wasn’t as picture perfect.

But it was theirs. Unofficially sure but it was. He hopes it still is.

“ Hey Chewie, didn’t expect to see you here “.

It’s like no time has passed and yet it feels like another life completely. She’s there in her shorts that are way too tiny to even be called that and shades on her face shaped like stars. There’s a sunhat on her head and a book in her hand and he’s sure he’s never seen anyone more perfect.

She is his poison and his cure all wrapped in one big mess of a girl. She is perfect and flawed, complicated and so well put together. She is everything and all.

He wishes he could’ve stayed. Wishes that the future he had so desperately wanted to have with her wasn’t but a mere dream to wander off to at nights he couldn’t seem to fall asleep.

He wishes she would still love him. And that the universe would work out for him for once, so he could allow himself to love her more.

“ Why am I Chewbacca ? “

“ The hair ?! “ she says and motions to his curly mullet. There’s a laugh hidden in her words and it makes the anxious tingles in his fingers disappear for a moment.

“ Fair enough. What makes you Han then ? “

“ Well, you always made sure I shot first “.

Billy almost chokes on his own spit right then. This beautiful girl with a smile that can compete with the sun, spouts dirty jokes so casually like there’s nothing about it. But that’s who she is, who she’s always been. And Billy’s heart aches so much when he realises just how much he missed her.

“ Come here you big Wookie ! “ she exclaims, takes off her shades, and pulls Billy into a hug. She’s all warm and familiar and she smells like the ocean and her signature Opium perfume that Billy knows so well because he used to buy her a new one every Christmas.

He kisses her head softly like old times. Like when things were good and they were happy and they didn’t have a lot but they had each other and that was really all the needed. Now he has a shitty room in a shitty house in a shitty town. With people he can’t stand and a family that shouldn’t even be allowed to be called a family.

And she has —

He honestly doesn’t know because he never bothered to call. Not only did he want a clean cut to make it possible for her to move on eventually, but he was also a fucking coward and calling her, hearing her voice, hearing she was happy without him would’ve killed him.

“ You doing good ? “ he asks and almost has a heart attack as she looks up at him with her big beautiful eyes that hold so much love he can’t even fathom it properly.

“ I’m okay. What about you ? “

He could lie. Tell her how amazing his life is and how happy he is. How it doesn’t break his heart to see his mother move on to a life that he has no place it. How Hawkins is all he ever dreamed of and how he doesn’t miss her like crazy.

He could, but he doesn’t.

He’s done a lot of shit in his part, still does a lot of shit, but one thing he’s never done, is lie to (Y/N).

She’s always been his person. The one that you can’t and don’t ever lie to. She knows him inside out and accepts him still. All faults and issues and baggage.

You don’t lie to people like that.

“ Mom’s getting married “.

He wants to say so much more because there’s so much more bubbling inside of him but he has absolutely no idea how to put them into words. It’s too much, too fast. So he leaves it at that.

“ I know “

“ You do ? “

“ Yeah. Just because you left doesn’t mean I stopped all contact with your family “

That makes him feel a little better although he doesn’t really know why. Maybe it’s because it reminds him that she was so much more than just some highschool girlfriend. She was his girl. Part of his family. And knowing that some part of that stayed, some part of that is still there, makes him happy.

“ Also, I don’t know if you recall but my dad owns the place where the reception is held so even if she didn’t ask me to be her maid of honor I still would’ve found out about it “.

“ She asked you to be what now ?!”

“ The maid of honor. Look Billy, when you left it was hard on both of us and we kind of bonded over that. “

That was ridiculous, his mom sent him away it’s not like he had left on his own accord. He didn’t want to leave, he would’ve given everything and more to be able to stay. But he was a minor and both his parents had decided leaving for Indiana was the better choice. That was a fucking bullshit decision.

“ I don’t think I can do this  “

“ Do what ? “

“ Watch her getting married. It’s like she’s starting this completely different life that makes her so happy. And don’t get me wrong I want her to be happy. But that life began without me and it’s gonna end without me. There’s no place for me. I don’t fit in there, (Y/N). I’m not part of this future. I’m not part of this family. “

(Y/N) untangles her arms from around his waist and takes a step back.

“ Billy, what do you think your mom did when you left ? “

“ I don’t know “ he says and shrugs his shoulders. He hasn’t really spent any thoughts on that. In his mind his mom was doing what she always did, only without him. “ Meeting men apparently. Falling in love. Being happy “.

“ You are delusional “

“ I’m sorry ? “

“ Billy I know this is not something you wanna hear but your mom wasn’t a saint before you left. She wasn’t happy but that wasn't your fault. You were her happiness, everything else was what made her unhappy. I know you see her as this superwoman who always did everything perfectly and who could do no wrong. But that’s not the person she was. You know what she did when you left ? She got help. Went to therapy, tried to fix her life so by the time you were done with highschool and maybe decided to return, she would be better. So she could be the woman you always thought she was. Everything she does, everything she did, was for you. She didn’t send you away because she didn’t want you here. It broke her heart to see you leave. She sent you away so she could fix herself without relying on you to pick up the pieces if things didn’t work out “.

Billy swallows the huge metaphorical lump that’s built in his throat while he listened to (Y/N)’s words. He had always known that his mother wasn’t happy and that she didn’t really have her shit together the way other mothers did. But he never thought it was this bad.

And maybe being angry at her was easier than admitting that she wasn’t this fearless, invincible saint he had always pictured her as.

“ She didn’t get better because you weren’t there, Billy. She went out and did something to change her life so she would be better once you came back. “

He wants to cry. He wants to scream and yell and punch something. Because life is terribly unfair and his mother of all people doesn’t deserve to ever feel unhappy. He wants to cry, but he doesn’t. Because it’s not what he does.

Instead he pulls (Y/N) back into an embrace. It’s sticky and gross but it’s what he needs. Because she’s his sun and his stars and his home and the one person to always align his planets and put things into perspective when he’s losing his head.

“ I don’t want to leave again “

He hasn’t said it out loud before but he’s been thinking about it for a while. Ever since he stepped a foot back into his childhood home. This is the place he wanted to be and even though with Craig around it all felt like things had shifted slightly, it was still better than Hawkins.

This was his home. His heart.

This was where his mom was and this weird new family she was creating with Craig and Cat Benatar. But maybe they could make some room for him in that constellation. He really didn’t need much space. Really.

“ Then don’t. “

“ You think they’d let me stay ? “

“ Billy, your mom is missing a piece of her heart whenever you’re not here. She’s got a proper job now and a wonderful man in her life that you should really give a chance. “

“ And a fat ginger cat. “

“ And a fat ginger cat ! She’s got her life figured out pretty well, you’re the only thing that’s missing. It’s ridiculous that you even consider the possibility of her not letting you stay “.

She softly combs her fingers through his hair like she always did when they were cuddled up on her couch or in the back of his car. He had missed this girl so much.

“ I’m missing a part of my heart to, you know ? “ he says and takes her face between hands.

“ You are ? “

“ Mmmmh … I got not one to watch shitty horror movies with. Got no one to steal my fries and eat the pickles off my burgers. “

“ What else ? “ she ask and rubs her nose against his.

“ There’s no one there to make fun of my mullet and then later hold onto it when I make them see stars. There’s no one to make me shitty apple pancakes. No one to sing along to Whitesnake with and no one to call me out on my shit. No one to keep me from falling apart. No one to love me. Not the way you do. Not even close. “

“ I love you Billy Hargrove and I miss eating your fries and all the burger pickles. “

When she kisses him, she tastes like the ocean and the sun and pink lemonade and home.

Billy Hargrove’s heart beats at an alarming speed as he walks his mom down the little courthouse corridor. It’s a good feeling though. It’s excitement rather than anxiety. It’s a feeling that something is changing, for her and for him. Maybe this can be a step into a new life, one that he can be a part of if he makes an effort. One that he is no doubt accepted into.

His mom cried when he had told her he wanted to stay. Good tears. Happy tears.

He kisses her cheek as he puts her hand into Craigs. Craig who turns out to be a huge Metalhead. Craig who’s quoting shitty B-Movie Horror flicks. Craig who saw something in Billy he didn’t know was there and helped him get a part time job at a garage specialized on muscle cars and vintage vehicles with a good change of full employment after high school.

Craig who’s actually a pretty cool guy.

When he sits down, in the front row, (Y/N)’s hand slips into his and for that moment he’s sure his world, his universe, is as good as can be.

It’s later at the reception when he’s dancing with his mom. Yes, Billy is dancing. He’s a good dancer, okay ?! No shame !

His mom looks at him with that typical motherly stare of pride and unfiltered maternal love. He hasn’t seen that looks in so long he’s really missed it.

“ I’m so happy to have you back. Things are gonna be good from here on out. I know it. “

Billy’s eyes wander over to the girl in the bright purple dress that he thinks is terribly ugly but she makes it work anyway.

His mom’s eyes follow his and a smile appears on her lips “ You know, you guys could be next. To get married I mean “.

“ Mom, come on “ he complains but secretly, it’s all he’s been thinking about.

“ I know, I know. Go dance with her at least “ she says and places a kiss on his cheek.

“ I’m proud of you, Billy. “

Before she can walk away he calls out to her. “ Hey mom ? “

“ Yeah ? “

“ Thank you, for everything. I’m proud of you too “

She smiles but he can see the tears in her eyes. He hopes they’re happy ones.

“ Hey pretty boy “ a voice speaks up from beside him. (Y/N) looks all crazy and bright and out of place with all the elegantly dressed middle aged friends of his mother and Craig but damn if she isn’t the best thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“ Hey pretty girl. “

His hands grab her softly by the hips as her arms fall around his neck and they start swaying to the music softly playing in the background. If this is what his life is from now on, he’s happy. 

This new little family is broken and weird and unconventional but It could be good, real good.

He looks into (Y/N)’s eyes and sees their entire future right there in front of him. 

“ I’m glad you’re back. “ 

“ Of course I am. Can’t live with half a heart now can you ? “ 

[bowiebond]

Mal x Ben Sister!Reader

Warning: Magic, Miscommunication, like one swear word.

“I don’t know what to do, Mal…” You sighed, ducking your head as your hair slid down to cover your features from her view, but your shaky voice showed your distress enough. “Gil is…He’s the descendants of Gaston of all people. It’s just so – inconvenient!” You punctured the word with a throw of one of Mal’s pillows at her window. It gave a small rattle but stayed closed, pillow falling to the ground.

“Oh, (Y/N/N).” Mal scooted over closer to hug you. “If anyone deserves a happy ending in my books, I think you should have one. Even if it’s with that knuckle-headed idiot.”

“He’s not that dumb…It just takes time for him to understand things.” You mumbled dejectedly, and you knew you were right. You had bothered to give Gil a chance after all.

~~~ Flashback:

You sat alone in the library, tucked away on a cushion at the end of one of the bookshelves, delving into the story of Merida all over again. You’d read every fairy tale at least a dozen times. Your parents love story got boring after a bit, so you moved onto others.

You found yourself humming the one song you knew off by heart though.

“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, Beauty and the – “

“Beast.” You jolted in surprise at the sudden duo that you could tell wasn’t your brothers voice. You looked up at the boy who had ended your melody, taking in his dried out blond curls that was held back by an orange beanie and the warm brown eyes on his handsome face.

“Yes. Beast.” You chuckled softly, standing with the book to your chest. “Not many people come to this section of the library. They don’t believe in the merit of reading the fairy tales of our ancestry.”

“I uh…I kinda got lost. This place is nothing like the Isle, it’s got way more…” The boy looked for the word, squinting his eyes at the book in your grasps. “Books.” He settled on with a shrug.

“You…Come from the Isle?” You had heard of the villain kids, of course you had, but you had only really made friends with the core four since they were friends of your brothers. You knew more had come, but didn’t bother to welcome them – you had your hobbies, they had theirs. You wouldn’t change your schedule just to mingle with them unless you found it necessary.

“Yeah! The names Gil.” He offered his hand to shake, making your chest swell. It was a simple action, but it made you happy not to be automatically expected to give her hand for them to kiss. You could deal with it at events, but you didn’t like random people kissing your hand.

“(Y/N) Bête.” You shook his hand, raising a brow when he gave no reaction to your royal last name.

“That’s a pretty name…I was meant to do something and now I can’t remember…” Gil frowned, looking around.

“Maybe…Find a book?” You suggested with a chuckle.

“Yeah! That, something for English. Something about an uh, spear guy that shakes.” He made motions as if he was shaking someone, making you laugh.

“Shakespeare? He’s two rows down, fourth shelf.” You smiled as he nodded with a wide grin, walking down two rows in your sight before pausing.

“Uh, where’s the fourth shelf?”

You laughed and went to help him. After some talking, you ended you suggesting you tutor him. He was extremely happy to have you as a tutor. It also meant you didn’t have to leave your favourite spot in the school.

~~~ Present:

“I still don’t know how you missed he was the son of Gaston.” Mal mused. “I mean, didn’t Ben tell you?”

“He looked really happy and thanked me for being so accepting, but I figured it was just because he was a VK!” You flopped back with a groan. “He didn’t even realise who I was until I said I was Ben’s sister. Even then, it took him two days before he realised we were twins!”

“Ouch.” Mal pursed her lips. “He’s been avoiding you, right?”

“Yeah…Kind of. If he talks to me, Harry or Uma are always nearby, watching. It’s kinda creepy because of how light that pirate’s eyes are. Almost glowing.” You shuddered.

“I say congrates to his future suitor in the haystack.” Mal shrugged, grinning at your small giggle. “See? This is fine. We can totally just trash talk boys and forget him.” Mal wrapped an arm around you, squeezing you tight to her sight.

“No…No, I really want to give this a chance, even if he’s the son of Gaston.”

“Then stop thinking that way.” Mal suggested. “He’ll always be a part of the Isle, but he’s part Auradon now. I can see how much he likes it here, so do the other two even if they don’t want to admit it. So, sure, he’s son of Gaston, but that doesn’t mean he is Gaston. You aren’t Belle or Beast either. You are (Y/N), the sweetest bookworm I know. Also, the most naïve person I’ve meant when it comes to getting peoples names.” Mal jabbed in tease, making you grin.

“Shut up! You cursed Ben to love you at first, so I think I get a pass on your judgement.”

“Ugh, twins. If only I had taken you both.” Mal planted a kiss on your cheeks as you blushed with a smile. “Just kidding. But that does give me an idea.”

“What?”

“A surprise. Go! Be free, my birdy! I’ll fix your problem up by tomorrow.” Mal promised, sending you out of the room. You laughed at how extra she could be as you headed back to the library to get your mind off reality with a good book. You didn’t see the smile fall off her face as she created a plan to get you and Gil together.

~~~

The next morning, Gil approached you with a big hug that lifted you off your feet with a squeal.

“Put me down!” You laughed as he put you down with a large grin. “Good to see you.” You joked weakly, but you really were.

“I missed you.” He grinned as you blushed.

“Uh, thanks.”

“No problem. Can I walk you to class?” You had been dreaming. He seemed so genuine, yet dazed all at once.

“O-Oh okay.” You held your arm up to link them with him like you had gotten used to, but he only linked your fingers and squeezed your hand as you walked. This is what you wanted, but something didn’t feel right.

~~~

“Mal!” You cornered the purple haired fairy. “What did you do to Gil?” You narrowed your eyes. No way Gil would be this flirtation when he could barely get through a full novel without falling asleep. The past few days he’d been adoring you to the point that it scared you. You wanted Gil back to his adorable idiot-self, not that the praise was unwelcome on occasion.

“I just gave him some heart cookies.” Mal smiled tightly.

“What?”

“I gave him a cookie, like Ben’s, but it just makes their affections stronger to the point where they can’t contain them. That’s why he’s so cheerful.” She gave a huff of amusement, lips pursed.

“Yeah, well he’s becoming the next Gaston without the vanity while I become his Belle. It’s creepy. Remove it.”

“I thought this is what you wanted?” Mal’s face fell. “Ugh, I keep messing up everything.”

“Mal, we do not need another Isle mission. You’re doing fine. I just need you to remove the spell.”

“Well…Go give him a kiss of true love or something.” Mal shrugged. “That always seems to work.” Mal turned on her heel and left, eyes down casted.

“Mal?” She ignored you. You sighed, shoulders sagging as you went to find Gil.

~~~

“Oi, fishbait.” You jumped when Harry’s fist banged your locker with a glare. “What ‘ave you done to our Gilly?”

“I – I’m sorry, it was a miscommunication with a friend and – “

“Oh, we’re fine.” Harry indicated to him and Uma who was glaring by him. “We want to know why he’s so buddy-buddy with ye. Ye aren’t trying to steal our boy, are you?” Harry’s words were light, but very threatening nonetheless.

“N – no! It was an accident. I…I thought I might like Gil, and I told a friend, but now everything’s weird and I just want Gil to be my friend again.”

“Mal?” Uma rolled her eyes when you nodded. “If you stopped looking at guys, specifically Gil, maybe you’d notice something that wasn’t there before.” Uma pulled Harry away to follow her, leaving you there to contemplate her words.

~~~

A few days after Mal and her spoke, Gil stopped his strange behaviour and you continued to be regular friends. You were beyond glad, but Mal wouldn’t talk to you.

~~~

“Tale as old as time, true as it can be, barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly…” You ran your fingers over the piano keys with gentle grace, soaking in the music. “Just a little change, small to say the least, both a little scared, neither one prepared, Beauty – “

“Beauty and the beast.” You jolted up from the piano in surprise at the sound of Mal’s voice. She was adorned in a purple and lilac silk dress, stepping into the ballroom with a soft smile.

“Hey…”

“Hey.” Mal gave a sad smile.

“You haven’t spoken to me in two months, Mal. Why are you here?” You sighed, your mothers yellow gown suiting you well. You figured you had to look good for your birthday party.

“I know, I’m a terrible friend. But once I heard was your birthday…” Mal came closer, offering a small box to you. “It’s the least I could do.”

You took the box slowly, trying to sort through your feelings as you undid the ribbon. After Uma’s words, you realised you weren’t into guys. You liked girls, specifically, one girl you were friends with and didn’t even think to how she felt towards you.

You almost dropped the boxes when you saw what was inside. A beautiful silver band with a topaz jewel inside.

“Your brother helped me pick it.” Mal smiled at you softly. “There’s a little extra something inside the box.” You looked up at her before back at the box, taking out the folded piece of paper. You unfolded it slowly, hands shaking.

“I know things have been rough lately, but will you be my date to the ball? And maybe something more? – Mal.” You read out loud, grinning. “You bitch. No wonder you wanted to just talk trash about guys!” You broke into laughter, taking the ring out and slipping it on your right ring finger. You looked back at Mal, who waited with a small smile for your answer.

“So…Is that a yes?”

“Mm…You have a lot of apologising to do. But…So do I for not noticing.” You took her hand, linking your fingers. This felt much better. “Yes, Mal, I will be your date.”

“Awesome.” Mal’s tension visibly roll off her shoulders before she hugged you tight. “I literally would have died if you said no.” She laughed, drawing a chuckle for you.

“Well, lucky us then.” You pecked her cheek. “Now, as lovely as this present is, my birthday ball starts in half an hour, so let’s sneak off so a long awaited make out session before I have to show you off.” You grinned at her blush, pulling up the stairs with you.

Best birthday ever.

[survivemiddleearth]

Rites of Passage

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Crow- Bruh. I thought we were going to be friends/allies in this game but then I hear you were telling the entire tribe how I was not to be trusted and as much as you mock me for my lack of a social game, it sure saved me there! But still love ya and hope things have gotten better, and hey, maybe you were smart for targeting me from the start :P

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmc21V-zBq0 

Roxy- runaway with me noww  oh its come away with me fuck

Dylan- king of first boot

Well mine was short lol. but I think Crow has played an amazing game and def deserves this dub :)

Crow- Although I personally trusted you, you were just unfortunately the outsider from the start and with having proof of Drew/Zach sparing me, I didn't want to risk reaching my neck out for you and getting labeled as trying to play both sides. You were robbed though, it was just because our tribe was so garbage at comps...

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2WWrupMBAE 

Roxy- We didn’t meet in this game

Dylan- king of second boot

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Crow- Legendary flop! You were hilarious and completely messy and if there's any way to bond with me, it's that. Unfortunately flops are always targeted for some reason pre-merge (maybe cuz they wreck their tribe average??? no shade, but) but I would have KILLED for your commentary from post-merge onwards cuz I felt completely alone being the only one constantly hogging the spotlight :/

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfHHv7yOYX0

Roxy- skinny legend

Dylan- you would have killed the lip syncing comp but these losers flipped the vote

Aah, what a fun time I had during this game (from the little I remember). I still would like to say it was a wonderful tribal, 8-0? wow so great. COuldn’t do it without people hating me <3 jkjk. Anyways! It was fun while it lasted and hopefully was fun for everyone that was in it too.

Crow-  Okay, truth be told, I really thought you were like the social queen of your tribe but when tribal came around and people said your name, I felt powerless, as the only person from Pikachu, to try and sway it, and especially when you seemed okay with it. Thank you for having a graceful exit, not many people can do that nowadays....

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CID-sYQNCew 

Roxy- http://sketchtoy.com/68755176 

Dylan- queen of having crazy fast internet. accepted her defeat which was iconic 

This game seemed very fun and I loved the opportunity to play, I wish I didn’t get so busy so I could’ve backstabbed Roxy like I planned. Ah well. Congrats on getting so far I hope the game was fun for you all!

Crow- I know I'm a big reason why you were cut just shy of merge but it was more of a move to solidify Sammy/Johnny (and supposed to be Eric...) and break apart the potential trio I saw in you, Roxy, and Dennis (I mean, now I'm sitting next to both of them in f4 so can't say I regret it :P ) You were a very intelligent, brash guy and I hope you know that your placement was not indicative of your game. Hope the novel turns out well!

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1tAYmMjLdY 

Roxy- MY AUSSIE BUDDY UGH/ I wonder how this game wouldve gone with you here. You were fun to talk to and play  with and i loved chatting about the shows we both loved together/

Dylan- king of being blindsided. second season where I watched you get blindsided from a different tribe. 

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Crow- Thank god you didn't try in this game. I didn't even want to get into the ring with you again and go for Round 3. Thanks for making this one easy :P

Dennis-  You freaking stole my tom bombadil to just be inactive -.-

Roxy- L

Dylan-  making it to merge without doing anything ? queen

That damn bitch Beyoncé got me again huh. I swore I wouldn't let her after last time but she always has to have the last word. Thank god she's been outed as a satanic black witch!!! Thank you to the brave former drummer for walking in the light and exposing her depravity. I will expect my reparations settlement money in the mail.

Crow- Okay I literally feel so bad like comforting you in that round but know that I was completely blindsided by it myself so I really hope that wasn't misunderstood as me trying to make sure you were blindsided asghsgsho but thanks for taking the bullet then! Love a good shiel- bodyguard.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdCslA8xs98

Roxy-  nnnn I remember when I saw you in merge I was hyper excited to play with you. I never really allied with you or met you in games so finally getting to play with you finally a familiar face from your tribe was refereshing and welcoming. I told you to f2 me or im quitting lmfao. That lasted long ... rdfc Your vote off was a mess of flipping multiple names thrown and idols. I feel like we drifted during the day or 2 leading up to the tribal and we didn't really talk game that round which was sad. I really wanted to have you as a clsoe allly that game but it ended up the way it did since I saw jg as a closer ally.

Dylan- literally actually the most robbed person in this entire game. you were missed

This game was pretty fun. All of the people I was close to voting me out and losing on a twist was pretty shitty. I’d just never do these challenges ever again. :P

Crow- You're honestly just a mess. P.S. My beard is now gone because of you.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRh_vgS2dFE

Roxy- hahah hi hi johnny. “Daddy”. You are always a great blast to play with even though we have yet to truly get somewhere together. ALthough in hos we were close it was just a diverging of end game interests that tore us apart. I remember the jokes we made about applying for this org. I had no idea when I was applying that I would make it this far and when I applied for you as a joke haha. My biggest regret is not telling you about the vote and what was going down. Our relationship this game was sort of foggy but it was great while it lsted. 

Dylan- voted for me but you’re so lovable 

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Crow- We were never on a pre-merge tribe together, then you made the big-ass move to blindside Drew at the first vote (without telling me, which no hard feelings) so when it came down to our mini-tribe's tribal, I felt like it was too little too late for both of us to try and make something happen together? I'd say we just fell on opposite sides rather than being enemies. But I hope you've been watching because I know you're an analytical guy who's obsessed with Survivor so I would love to hear your input as a juror.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YShWLjj1TO0 

Roxy- UGH SO ROBBED!!! We had so much potential to play a fun game together but the unmerge robbed us of that T_T im glad we got to play together for one round at least

Dylan-  you and I have a lot in common, we both put our trust in the wrong person.

Hey y’all! This was game was fun and fresh and I did better than last time so I definitely achieved my goal! There really wasn’t anything shady going on until the night I left and I’m sure that was aired out so I have nothing to spill. Tbh I was just bored and wanted to be messy and have fun. It was a fun last night! I had a great time playing with everyone and good luck to the final 4!

Crow- Truth be told, I really didn't see myself voting you out so soon. I thought we were working together, sorta, but it always felt like you had better allies? Which I don't fault you for, I know I was not the most critical ally, for like, anyone in this game, but that's purely the reason I decided to vote you out over Eric. I might regret it though since Eric pretty much shunned me from there on out and I know you would've really appreciated me saving you.....but it is what it is. (also you didn't swipe on my tinder so im kinda insulted but dats fine!)

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfWlot6h_JM 

Roxy- Hey zach!! You seem like a really sweet person. We didn’t really hit if off and we never clicked together. WE had different allies and diff groups so us allyining was never really an option. I recon its just how the game unfolded and you were loyal to your allies while i was to mine and i respect you for that despite the mess of how you left. 

Dylan- why didn’t you give me the legacy idol. I’m kidding I would’ve misused it 

I really didn’t know what I was getting into here, and I REALLY liked it!! Who knew performing arbitrary semi-public tasks with complete strangers could be so much fun? I wish each of you the best, in the game and out of it. May Manwë smile upon those who walk the world; may Mandos rule with steady hand those who rest in his hall.

Crow- Literally, you were the only one I was just like, hey, he's probably not going to lie to me. And so it's ironic that we also never talked game other than the casual vote here and then....you were a very interesting person though so I wish I hadn't got caught up in the game as much and really tried to connect with you as a person, and for that, I take the blame.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uE-1RPDqJAY 

Roxy- Ford!! When I first saw you in the scvanger hunt I asked "are you single ?" nnn you seem like a cool dude and you were fun to play with despite the fact we never really talkde game and we werent really aligned this game/ I still promised you to be honest to you and I think i pulled through on that. It was amazing fun to play with you and i hope you luck in yoru studies.

Dylan- you were amazing sweetie as a newbie you made it so far omg 

Hey guys! Like I said before I quit, I have no regrets about the game and how I played it. If I stuck around the community I would have loved to be friends with all of you! Best of luck to you all and may the best player win!

Crow- Hope everything is okay in your real life and I hope you were never offended by anything I did or said. I completely understand your game decisions and you don't ever need to apologize for them. You were a chaotic mess, but genuine and real, so you have my respect. You also proved what I've always thought you were (even back in Great Lakes) as a really go-getter type of player.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrcMMyNeJJs 

Roxy- rip gl with life

Dylan- I loved how we found middle ground during the F7. 

hiii yes i don’t have much to say. i had a blast and made some amazing friends and just goofed off a lot. No hard feelings, you are all icons...I’m rooting for one of you but i wish you all good luck!

Crow- Okay I love you as a person, but like, you also betrayed me for no reason so I'm a little confused as to why or how we stand now, but just know that whatever your reasons for doing so, it doesn't change how I see you as a person. And even through my bitterness in the betrayal, I will admit, you didn't deserve to go out like that.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSvFpBOe8eY 

Roxy- Sammy!! Weve had a very varied ride in our org careers and this game was no exception/ I feel like timezones really got to us this time round and early on our games diverged when I tried to save stephen and you tried to save Eric.  During merge and then unmerge i think you bonded more with jay and that tribe so we never really played as allies. Howveer i think the way you left did not give you justice. Jay letting you get idoled out after you were one of the few who stuck with her and then her quitting just because people were voting her out. You did NOT deserve that. And I was honestly  mad at jay for doing you dirty. 

Dylan- cirie who ? Jay shoulda used that idol on you you were the second most robbed queen 

-

Crow- Well, I had your back. I knew of multiple of your misdeeds in previous rounds and I think you knew that? But game-wise we were very compatible in playing styles (not similar, but definitely compatible - you were the strategic one, I was the......other...one) so although your exit was less than glorious for me, I do hope you find comfort in your gameplay and know that you were really impactful on the game, for better or worse.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXzDu071RdQ 

Roxy- nnnnnn she snapt

Dylan- there’s not enough space to describe anything but the takeaway is that I hope you know that like I actually genuinely care about your well being 

We just want to say a sincere thank you to everyone who came to have fun and played to their fullest extent. Jo and I have worked on this game for months and like we’ve said all along: the goal for this was for everyone to have fun in the chaos and the world of LOTR and Survivor combined. There’s a lot of drama and toxicity in the org community and in the world right now and if this game provided you with any sort of reprieve from either that’s all we could ever hope for. We hope you had a great time, we know we did, and we want to reiterate again: thank you all for bringing this game to life and for participating. Good luck to our final 4!

Love, 

Olivia and Joanna <3

[moonraccoon-exe]

COONIE GUESS WHAT! I've cut 90% of the sugar out of my diet and I've been eating healthy. No fad diets here, just balanced meals with no excess fat and my only carbs come from vegetables and whole grains. I've been exercising, too. Lots of cardio. I feel great and have already lost 15 pounds, or 6.8 kilograms sense you use metric! The no soda is the hardest part, but I can still have caffeine from tea, and I have been drinking a LOT of green tea. I think I'm the happiest I've ever been! -BG

*GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASPS*

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

BREAKFAST GIRL, BUDDY, OH MY GAWD HELLO!! HEWWOBUDDYHOW ARE YOUDOINGOHMYG AD I’M SO EXCITED I FEEÑA-SD DJFSDJFKLLSAFJ DNKGKDLDF DJKFGJS KJF AND IT’S SO EXCITING TO SEE YOU IN MY ASK AGAIN BECAUSE HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN OMGM HEWWO!!! o(>ω

BG buddy, buddy, hewwo!!! I’m SOOOOOOOOOOO immensely and absurdly happy to see you again in my ask!! *GLOMPS AND STAYS HUGGED TO YOUR HEAD* YOU WONDERFUL CREATURE I’VE MISSED YOU LOTS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, I’m SO HAPPY to see your signature again! And with happy news, what else can I ask for!?!?!?! 

Aaaaaaaah, thank you SO MUCH for dropping by, you made me so hapy with your sole presence! ;A;

AND THE GOOD NEWS. OH MAN IT’S SUCH EXCELLENT, WONDERFUL NEWS, I’M MADE A HYPED MESS BOUNCING ALL OVER THE PLACE AKSLJDKLSDJFSJDF

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, BG BUDDY I’M /SO/ HAPPY FOR YOU, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

Eating healthy and cutting such a high percent of sugar is absolute GOALS for everyone! I mean, there’s people that don’t want to take a healthy diet, but really we all at some point have to do it. And it takes lots and lots of courage to decide to do it! Some don’t really have many options, like you, but the mere fact that you decided to take up on the healthy eating, that REALLY takes something.

Really, there’s people that even when told by a doctor to pick up a healthy diet, they still don’t. That you listened and did as told, that really takes something and it makes me so amazingly, profoundly proud. I couldn’t be any happier for you, or any more proud!!! 

Congratulations on taking up the healthy diet, buddy!!! I’m cheering on you and will always do, and today I cheer extra loudly because of these happy, wonderful news!!  (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

And taking up on exercising, THAT IS. SO. PHENOMENALLY. AMAAAAAAAZIIIIIIIIIIIIING, BUDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

*HYSTERICAL SCREECH*

BUDDY THAT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PHENOMENAL YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!! 

PAJSDKLAJDF ASJDLAÑS FSDKGKALÑDJF SPGDKJASÑLDKAFJLSÑKFSD

Buddy, you’ve taken up on eating healthy, minimum quantities of sugar, AND you’ve been exercising! Buddy, you have literally and seriously NO idea how absolutely PROUD and happy I am for you right now! I’ve always been, but it’s achievements like this what make my pride BURN and raise so much, it’s amazing!!! 

Aw, buddy, CONGRATULATIONS! Look at the weight you’ve lost, and the happiness you’ve taken in as results of all this. My GAWD, you really changed your lifestyle on a really radical way, but for good, and I’m SOOOOOOOOOOOOO amazingly proud and so happy for you, you hav eno idea!!!

Buddy, congrats! Know that I’m ULTRA PROUD that you’ve taken up on this incredible, wonderful new lifestyle, and that you’re ENJOYING of it and taking happiness out of it. This is- absolutely wonderful. It’s like seeing you being born in this new stage of your life, and it’s one of the greatest changes in it! Healthy and happy... I’m so absurdly happy for you, you don’t understand how much :’)

“I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been!”

It’s just that...the first ask you sent me, your color was so grey. Not even blue; grey. Sort of empty. And you admitted afterwards how sad you had been feeling, and talked about your depression too. 

And reading that you’re feeling so happy, and eating great, and exercising...

My, maybe it’s that the feeling of reading this at night is different than when I first read it back during sun hours, but I’m suddenly really overwhelmed and with a bit of a knot in my throat. Pardon my over sentimentalism, haha!

[Gonna add a keep reading here, buddy. No worries, it’s not a gigant answer, it’s just for others’ comfort c:]

It’s just that it’s...so beautiful. To see you like this. I sense color in you. What you’re saying, it’s not just happy nonsense. You ARE way much better than you were in your first ask. So way much better than maybe you yourself realize. 

I’m...happy for you. Very happy, like, not only in the *bounces all over the place* way, but also in a more...intimate way? I don’t know how to describe it. To see you pull through such rough time and into such a beautiful shape, it’s amazing. There’s something about seeing a good person make it through bad times and heal, it really touches me. Thank you for letting me witness you through the process. I’m really happier for you than I’ve expressed or than you can tell :’)

*loUD SNIFF*

I AIN’T CRYING, YOU ARE. 

A-ah, also, I’m SO HYPED to know you’ve improved regarding the anxiety and depression! It’s absolutely understandable that there’s no outright cure for any, it’s not things you just “get over” and done. Those are very complicated matters, and it’s fine to never get rid of them. That’s not the point. So long you keep them at bay and you live and enjoy life and love life, that is enough. 

I’m happy that you’ve improved there, too. If there’s no escaping them, keeping them at bay and showing them you’re way better and stronger than them, that’s wonderful and a great achievement. I’m super, super proud of you, buddy, you really don’t have an idea. I’m so happy and touched to see you pull through in such a phenomenal way, you brave creature :’)

It’s FANTASTIC to know you’re dealing less and less with anxiety attacks and nightmares! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

YOU JUST

*FLIPS TABLE*

REALLY HAVE NO.... /I D E A / OF HOW

*PUNCHES THROUGH WALL*

GODDAMN HAPPY FOR AND PROUD OF YOU I AM 

GYARFARMEJNSMFSD

A-aaah, buddy, that’s simply FANTASTIC!! ;A;

I’m so happy for you. I’m so happy that you went to the doctor so they could help you, and I’m even happier that you took their word and decided to do as told. Not everyone does that. I know I’d struggle greatly with trying to be healthy, but despite the struggle and sacrifices, you still went and are going and you’re healthier and happier and I’m getting so emotional right now, I’m just- so happy and so profoundly touched that you’ve made it so far in such a wonderful way, you’re so strong and so beautiful and I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes and gods bless you, you’re healthier and happier and that- breaks my heart only because it makes me so happy... :’(

i-i AIN’T CRYING, Y-YOU ARE >:’’(

*sigh*

Aw, buddy. I don’t know how to express it enough. How proud I am of you, how happy I am for you, how wonderful all this is.

These news absolutely made my day. Thank you so much for dropping by to share this with me. And not that bad news are, well, bad, no! You know you’re free to share your bad times with me too. It’s just that when it’s good news, I’m absolutely hyped for you. :’3

Thank you again for that bit of trust. Not anyone talks up about their lifestyle and health issues with a stranger on the net, so know that I profoundly value and treasure that you did trust the raccoonie to tell it all this.

Thank you for letting the racc see you through your way up to where you are now! For letting it see you when you were empty grey and all through it until now. I don’t know what color you are, but you’re some color, and that’s enough. You have life. And that’s beautiful :)

Thank you SO MUCH for dropping by again, buddy! I’ve missed you greatly!

And for the good news, and for the bit of trust! Thank you, well, for everything, my dear buddy!!

Know that the racc is here ABSOLUTELY cheering on you every damn day, okay, buddy!? POM POMS IN HANDS AND CONFETTI AND EVERYTHING, THE RACC IS BOUNCING ON ITS FEET AND SCREAMING AND CHEERING BECAUSE YOU ARE SOOOOOOOO WONDERFUL!! 

BREAKFAST GIRL! BREAKFAST GIRL! BREAKFAST GIRL! HOOOOOOOOOOOOO RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

I hope you’re having a MOST BEAUTIFUL day or night, buddy!!! Lots and lots and the warmiest and the fluffiest and most squishy raccoonie hugs to you, my dear friend!(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

Keep up the INCREDIBLE work! ♡

[maruwrites]

The Revolution Pt. IV

Summary: Dustin thinks he’s finally gonna have a quiet, normal childhood after the events with the Demodogs and Dart, until a new threat shows up at his house in the form of a 17-year old girl.

Warnings: None?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word count: 1,960

Part I :: Part II :: Part III

It was actually surprising he’d recognized her voice. 

Steve had only heard her once the day before, when she’d been rude to him for no reason. Now, she was being all polite and sweet, and it sounded radically different, like it was another person. It sounded nice. 

“Just 2 dollars? It’s in near mint condition,” (Y/N) pleaded. She was too wrapped up in the conversation with Mr. Watkins to even notice Steve walking in the bookstore. He quickly hid behind one of the shelves of used books. 

This hadn’t been on purpose. He promised himself he’d keep an eye on her, but he wasn’t stalking the girl. Steve was just trying to make amends with Dustin and he thought buying him a new edition of The Three Musketeers had been a good idea, seeing as the boy’s book was all torn up and falling apart. Not to mention a bit ironic, sure.

Yeah. Steve Harrington was going soft. 

But he didn’t have a choice, really. He felt bad. He thought about calling the Henderson house when he got home that day, but didn't want to intrude or get in the way of anything that might be happening, especially if Dustin stopped being such a hard head and actually took the older boy's advice. Steve had even turned on the walkie-talkie the kid gifted to him right after the events with the Demo-dogs (because "you're one of us now, buddy. Don't even try to deny that."), but not a sound. Not only was Dustin not saying anything, which was rare and the whole reason Steve would groan loudly and leave the walkie off most of the time, he was actually ignoring the other boy's attempt to contact him on their channel. (Yes, they had their own channel.)

So... Drastic measures, right? The first thing he did the next day was get on his car and go to the store. Yeah. Soft.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. That's the price I would pay you for this book," Mr. Watkins, the 65-year old owner of the bookstore, lamented, a sympathetic look on his face. "Now, if your offer still stands, I'm sure we could work something out. You would help me here for a while, organize this mess, as you so kindly pointed out to me the other day-" At that, (Y/N) let out a hearty laugh. Yeah, Steve thought, definitely nice. "And you can read all the books you want. When you decide to leave, I can trade you, how about that? The books in that bag of yours for a few from the store."

"And you'd still pay me, right?" Her voice had been rough the day before, now it was all soft edges, a nice cadence. "I don't mean to be an ass, but I very much need the money."

Mr. Watkins laughed. "Of course, I'd pay you. I can't believe I'm gonna be paying the ass who showed up here every day for almost a week, pointing out all the flaws in my shop and how she would help me fix them. But don't worry, I'm gonna pay you."

(Y/N) laughed again. She was at ease, that much Steve could tell. "Thank you, Mr. Watkins." A thought crossed her mind. "Uh, you know, if you don't want me working here, it's fine. I hear the movie theater is looking for a new employee, and-"

"Save it, kid. It's done." He gave her a smile. "You showed up every day for the past seven days, reading everything you could get your hands on until closing time. I think you might be a good asset.”

She gave him a shy smile, and he pointed out to the room in the back, telling her where to keep her stuff. (Y/N) went inside for a moment and came back, starting to organize the new arrivals at the shelves. 

Steve took a deep breath and planned on hiding out at least until she went back inside again. But then, Mr. Watkins voice resonated throughout the bookstore.

"Anything I can help you with, young man?" Steve winced. He got out of his not-so-great hiding spot and went over to the counter where the old man was, not missing the undecipherable look on (Y/N)'s face he caught with the corner of his eyes.

"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for The Three Musketeers."

"Ah, Alexandre Dumas' magnum opus. Yes, yes. A tale about d'Artagnan as he tries to join the Musketeers of the Guard. A fine novel, young man. You know, he wrote that book when he was 42-years old, and it's largely based on the author's close experience with the military, since his father had been a well-known General in France's Republican army..." He went on. Steve was trying to concentrate on what the man was saying, but he was way too aware of the fact that the girl had disappeared right after she saw him. But it didn't take too long for her to show up again.

"Here, Mr. Watkins. The book he was searching for." (Y/N) smiled at the man, and scowled at Steve, keeping her eyes focused on him. Steve was cursing himself in his mind.

"Ah, thank you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N). In all of the talks he had with Dustin, he'd never thought to ask her name, and the boy certainly didn't use it. He kept calling her the girl. (Y/N). 

Steve was pulled away from his thoughts by the old man's voice, who was telling him his total and wrapping up the book. Steve payed for it, took the bag and gave (Y/N) a look. It couldn't have been worse than the look she was giving him. That's not what he wanted. He wanted to say Let's talk. He wanted to convey a Don't hate me look. For some reason. What did he have to say? What did he want to say? He just felt like he had to talk to the girl. Damn you, Dustin.

Steve went outside and leaned against the cool glass of the bookstore, hoping she would understand him, waiting for her to follow his lead. As soon as he picked up a cigarette, the door opened.

"What. The. Fuck. Are you following me?," (Y/N) whisper-yelled at him. He turned and saw Mr. Watkins eyeing them curiously. He wondered what she'd said to him before going out.

"Don't flatter yourself, okay? I didn't know you'd be here, I'm just buying something for Dustin." He didn't mean to bite back, really. But he got defensive, he was tired from all the emotional stuff from yesterday between Dustin and his mum, and Dustin and him, and this girl who had just shown up, who gave her the right?, and why did she have this intensity in her eyes?, it made it very hard for Steve to even think about looking away.

At the mention of the boy, her body tensed, but her facial features softened. Steve didn't have a choice. He had to notice the way her eyes dropped down, the way she rubbed her hands on each other, how she bit her lower lip. 

"Oh. Right. Okay, then." She turned her back to him and Steve's mind went into overdrive.

"I could help you out," he practically yelled. He winced at how loud he'd been. (Y/N) turned around. "What?"

"I... Uh, I'm...," Steve sighed. "Can you meet me at the diner right around the corner? Say, noon? I... I wanna help.”

She stared at him, suspiciously. 'This is a mess. What are you doing?', she thought. What does he have to gain? Why is he doing this? He's just a random dude who was giving Dustin a ride, why on Earth would he want to talk to her? What would he have to say? Would he tell her to leave them alone? Leave Claudia and Dustin be and just go away? That wouldn't be the first time someone would forcefully suggest her that.

Steve waited and braced himself. For her to say no, to tell him to go fuck himself, to flip him off. Maybe what Dustin needed wasn't a book, maybe what Dustin needed was to sit down and talk to her, find out more about her, just get to know her. Maybe that would be a better gift to repair his friendship with the boy, but in order to do that, first Steve needed to help her. He was so sure she wouldn't take his offer, she would just ignore him. 

His heart broke a little when in a rare moment of vulnerability, she just whispered: "Why?”

It was 12:15 and there was no sign of her. 

‘It’s only been fifteen minutes, man,’ he thought, trying to calm himself down, but he was wreck. Steve was a doer, not a talker. He would try ease into things, but maybe he couldn’t fix this, maybe this was something that couldn’t be fixed at all. But he owed to Dustin to at least try and help out his friend. Which was who he was doing this for. He was certainly not doing this for the unruly-haired girl, crossing the streets absentmindedly, in an oversized sweater, mom jeans and Converse sneakers. Definitely not for the girl who was so quick to lower her eyes at a stranger while he held the door open for her, a quiet thank you leaving her lips. No, not for this girl who looked at him with daggers in her eyes, a hard exterior taking over her. The vulnerability and softness were gone.

(Y/N) sat down in front of Steve and stared at him.

 Boy, this was gonna be tough.

“So... You, um... We should probably get something to eat.” The waitress came to their table, took their order and left. Steve noticed she was always polite, to everyone but him apparently. “Uh. Congrats on getting a job.” 

‘What? Why the fuck would you say that? Moron.’

“It’s Steve, right?,” she snapped, giving him an exasperated sigh. He couldn’t blame her now. “What’s in this for you? Why are you even in this? Nothing about this concerns you.”

So no easing into things, right?

“It does, in a way.” She lift her eyebrows, and he explained. “Dustin is a good friend of mine.”

“Why are you hanging out with middle schoolers?”

He rubbed his neck. “It’s... complicated.”

“Look, if you don’t wanna tell me, it’s fine-“

“I don’t.” Steve was quick to add. He almost missed the tiny lift of the corner of her lips.

“But isn’t you telling me things the whole point of this? Don’t you wanna help me with Dustin?” Something Steve did notice. Anytime Dustin was brought up, she visibly changed, her posture, her features, everything. As if dealing with everything else, absent parents and being left behind was nothing compared to having a half-brother.

“I was hoping you would tell me things.”

“And why would I do that? I don’t know you.”

“Because I’m your best tool to get close to Dustin.”

“Well, you’re a tool. I’ll give you that.”

Steve quirked his brows and there was a silence. (Y/N) thought maybe she’d crossed a line. Not that she cared, because she didn’t. But her thoughts were interrupted by a loud laugh coming from the boy in front of her. 

“That was good. Funny.”

She tried not to blush or feel proud for having made him laugh. (Y/N) rubbed her eyes in hopes that that would at least help her get her shit together. Their food arrived and the first thing (Y/N) did was take a handful of fries and dunk them on the chocolate milkshake she’d ordered. At that, Steve grinned.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing. I just- I have a feeling you and Dustin are gonna get along just fine.”

Tags: @moltars​ @sociallyimpairedme​ @hufflepeople @ uncle-jjezzy @ bitchinmouthbreather  @hanasamara @lexannani

[mittensmorgul]

Wow, I have such a kink for 8.2! I'm cutting work to watch this again LOL!

Oh dear! Confession time, I was up until like 4 am (no that’s a lie, it was almost 5 am), and woke up to find Mr. Mittens watching it. It was the bit I’m currently watching right now, at the riverbank in Purgatory.

“Let me bottom line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand?”

In my groggy state, I blurted out, “Oh gosh, we’ve come so far since then.” And then I ran to the living room and turned on the other tv, rewound it to the beginning and watched the whole thing again.

I still get skeeved by this entire auction. Like they deliberately invited Crowley and a representative of Heaven to drive up the price of the tablet. I mean, who else would have any interest at all in the Demon tablet? It’s like Plutus just... stole stuff and held it for ransom under the guise of this freaky auction. I mean, god of greed, so it seems logical, but >.>

Another bit that’s always bugged me is not the line itself, but the fandom misinterpretation of it as a Canon Fact:

Linda Tran offers her own soul in trade for the tablet and Kevin, which Plutus accepts with this reasoning:

CROWLEY: If it's souls that you're after, I can give you a million souls.DEAN: Hey, flyboy, are you gonna get in on this?SAMANDIRIEL: We guard the souls in Heaven. We don't horse-trade them.CROWLEY: So we have a deal.PLUTUS: It's not about the quantity, chief. It's about the sacrifice. This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?DEAN: Tick-tock.CROWLEY: Fine. You win. I bid... my own soul!PLUTUS: [laughs] Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul. [to MRS TRAN] Congrats, sweetheart.

The key here is that Linda’s soul was valuable because it was the largest SACRIFICE she was capable of making. Like Plutus said, “It’s everything.” So Crowley’s offer of a million souls, which after s6 we know would’ve been a major power trade (he loaned Cas 50k souls to smack down Raphael, but it still wasn’t enough to defeat Raphael-- hence the grab for Purgatory souls. So a MILLION souls was a significant and substantial quantity of power to give up). But in Hell, new souls are showing up every day. They’re a renewable resource. Short-term it would’ve been a high price to pay, but long-term? In the bigger picture? Meh.

But in that same vein, when Plutus points this out, he asks if Crowley is willing to offer EVERYTHING he owns, and Crowley takes that to mean his own soul... but that’s hardly everything Crowley owns that is of value, you know?

First off, he really doesn’t HAVE a soul. Demons ARE souls. The smoky thing we see is what Hell does to that bright and shiny human soul we’ve seen before numerous times. I don’t think Plutus was saying that Crowley really had no soul, but that he didn’t have one to TRADE, because it was his entire BEING, you know? And it’s certainly not the extent of the things Crowley COULD sacrifice-- like the entire realm of Hell.

Plus, that matter of the fact that the “Mr Crowley, you don’t have a soul” line was a direct quote of something someone once said to the real-life Aleister Crowley. (a fact that is now impossible to google because of the millions of results it returns about this scene...).

SAM: Dean, were you really going to, uh...DEAN: What? Slit soccer mom's throat? Yeah, I was. I wish I had.SAM: Dean –DEAN: It was Crowley, Sam. No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right?

And Dean’s takeaway after Kevin runs for it? That people he doesn’t “need” anymore tend to die.

Which gives a HELL of a lot of weight to the statement in Purgatory to Cas:

DEAN: We'll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.

But Cas still ended up stuck in Purgatory anyway. As if Dean’s “need” for him wasn’t even enough to save Cas from that fate. And then months later in 8.17:

Dean: This isn’t you. Cas, I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me. Cas, it’s me. We’re family. We need you; I need you.

And... it WAS enough to “save” Cas that time, but still not enough to get him to stick around. Heck, so much of s8 was about need...

I mean, while I was typing this up, I let 8.03 run in the background.

We already know from the jump in s8 that Dean’s pissed off that Sam walked away for an entire year, leaving Kevin running and fighting for his life alone. It came up again in 8.02, with Kevin still not really trusting Sam and Dean, and running off on his own again (with Linda this time).

And in 8.03, Dean finds yet another thing to harp on Sam about his own year off:

DEAN: All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We'll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?

Because while researching, Dean discovers the pattern of deaths repeats every six months, and Sam had’t even noticed it, let alone investigated to try and save these people, meaning the three people who’d died that week were on Sam for not having ganked the thing that killed them the first time it went on a killing spree... Yeah, Dean was angry, but meanwhile Sam had been in that “I don’t fight anymore, I watch the bees” sort of state of mind during that whole year.

Nothing says family like the whole family being dead (or as near as... )

But then Dean discovers Sam was considering going back to college. He tells Sam that this is where they’re best-- hunting down monsters together:

DEAN: I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you.SAM: Makes sense.DEAN: Yes, it does.SAM: Or... maybe you don't need me. I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody.DEAN: Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff.SAM: Look, I'm not saying I'm bailing on you. I'm just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things. I mean, I want my time to count for something.DEAN: So, what we do doesn't count?

And this is so important, the first suggestion that Sam and Dean want different things in life, and that eventually that might even be okay. But hooboy does it ever cause a lot of conflict between now and that impossibly distant potential future:

DEAN: Wow. Back in business. Got the win. Admit it – feels good, huh? You know, I was thinking about what Randa said about, uh, you know, what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it, man, I do.SAM: I know. I know you do. I don't. Not anymore. Hell, maybe I never did.DEAN: Come on, Sam, don't ruin my buzz, would you?SAM: Dean, listen, when this is over – when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet – I'm done. I mean that.DEAN: No, you don't.SAM: Dean, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that.DEAN: I think that's just how you feel right now.

And that’s setting up everything that’s come after in the brothers’ relationship with each other, the first chip knocked out of the giant mountain of codependency. It comes roaring back with a vengeance by the end of the season (granted, via the end of their close brush with hubris in their attempt to close the gates of hell), but at least all of this brings those issues glaringly to the surface where they can’t really just keep on keeping on the way they always have anymore.

Need vs want

I think this is also foundational to Dean NEEDING people rather than being able to admit that he WANTS them in his life. That he wants people to stay in his life because he loves them, not because he needs them for a specific purpose.

Because when Dean doesn’t need people anymore, they tend to end up dead... And just loving people, needing them just because he loves them, he sees it as selfish. And his personal needs aren’t enough to keep people he loves from dying.

Boy howdy did he ever internalize that to a toxic extent.

Dean has clearly not shed the “I’m Poison” thing from s7, and in some ways it only gets worse over the next few seasons, like he’s got to get to the very root of that feeling, plumb the depths of his own self-loathing and become the absolute worst possible version of himself (hello, Demon Dean), and come through the other side with a healthier sense of self, a healthier sense of his relationship with Sam, and an acceptance of his personal need for Cas.

Now he just has to find the right words to express all that. Saying his piece to Mary in 12.22 was a good start.

And oh gosh, 8.04-- Michael gave up his personal time with Kate to go along with Brian, because apparently Brian had no one else to hang out with. At the time, it sounds like Sam agreeing to go along with Dean on these hunts, leaving Amelia behind because Dean had no one else to hang out with... And the whole situation turned into a toxic mess. But the parallel isn’t perfect. Dean wasn’t motivated for the same reasons Brian was. Brian wanted what Michael had. Dean didn’t want what Sam had.

Dean just wanted everything to stay the same. But again, his needs are poison.

Heck, this got away from me again didn’t it?

[jessefandomunited]

Hej där! (it means "hello there" in swedish) I'm Faye, nice to meet ya! I am from Sweden but I'm in America for college. Studying music production and journalism :) Wanted to send some info about me for the Jesse ships! I just turned 21 (whoo-hoo!!!), I have very bright blonde hair, green eyes, a little gap in my two front teeth, and giant ear gages. I live and breathe music, it's my life! I love going bowling with my buddies, i'm a french-fry-aholic, and i love to travel! XOXO

It is very nice to meet you, I don’t know why you would come to America to study when it’s so much nicer over there but welcome XD. I think the only things I know about Sweden i know from Pewdiepie…so basically nothing XD. Anyways you don’t care about that, You want a ship. Now i’ve looked at other people who do the ships, and I don’t want to say they’re doing it wrong, but they are (it’s a joke guys, i’m being sarcastic XD) Anyways, I would like to provide my followers with top quality Ships, that don’t simply tell you the ship but gives you a more personalized story with how your relationship begins (why am I sayin all this now, sorry it’s late here and I go a tad crazy at night) Anyways :P back to the thing you came here for

Congrats you are the first person to get Shipped with my boi Eli

Headphones on, check, study notes, check, water, check, snack, check, yep you were all ready to study. You put on your headphones and started playing the study playlist you made and off you went. However about thirty minuets in, you felt your phone vibrate, it was Eli. Eli had been pretty much your best friend since you started coming to this school. it was a high class university and most of the people were stuck up snobs, but not Eli, he cared deeply about music and really just wanted to learn so he could play music forever. You found that very admirable. You also were studying music production, so you so happened to share a lot of the same classes. “ hey Eli , is this important because I just started studying,” You said slightly annoyed. “ Sorry,” He said in a surprisingly solemn voice. You were instantly alarmed , “ whats wrong?” He paused a moment and you heard him puke before saying, “ it’s my mom.” You sighed lightly, “ i’ll be right over.”

You walked as fast as you could to his dorm. His mom would call him every week practically to check up on him and tell him about life. Eli didn’t really want to hear it because he just wanted to focus on his degree and just forget about his home, at least for a bit. However every time she’s call he’s get incredibly depressed about something. You lightly knocked on his door, “ Eli open up.” He opened the door and looked shocked, “ that was quick.” “Well you sounded like you needed me, especially with the puking, you really should not drink so much,” You sighed rubbing your neck gently. He looked down and shook his head, “ i know , I’m a mess.” You walked over to him and gently hugged him, “ come on now, what did your mom say?” He sighed, “ she got a new boyfriend, can you F***ing believe that, she tried to kill one, she really wants another?” You sighed, “ Eli, you’re mom is just trying to move on with her life. I mean, i know it’s hard, but i think you should cut her some slack.” He looked up at you as if he was going to ask you who’s side you were on, but he caught himself, “ I don’t know, maybe.” “ Listen Eli, i’m really sorry, but i’ve got to go study alright? I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” You said gently putting your hand on his sholder. He nodded , “ thanks Faye it means a lot that you come and bother with me all the time.” “ Hey buddy, it’s no problem, we’re friends remember? I’d do anything for you,” You said with a smile. He nodded slowly and , “ thankyou.”

As you left Eli looked at his piano, and he got a fantastic idea. He felt the more he saw you, the more he wanted to be more than friends, so he came up with a plan, he’d write you a song.

About a week later you were about to get your study gear ready when your phone rang. You winced, you really really had to study tonight, you loved Eli but you just didn’t have time. You picked up anyway, “ Eli i really have to study I don’t have time tonight i’m sorry….Eli?” Suddenly all you heard was the sound of Eli playing the piano. The song was gorgious, you had to get over there. You kept your ear glued to the phone as you sprinted over. the music got louder and louder as you neared his room. You gently knocked. the music stopped and he opened the door and smiled. You blushed, “ i..it never sounds the same recorder as it does in real life. He nodded and you sat on his bed as he started over. You closed your eyes and let the music take you away, it was incredible. After he finished you were a bit disappointed but said, “ Eli that was incredible, what is it called?” Eli bit his lip and sat next to you, “ i..it’s called Faye.” Your face turned bright red, “ really?” He nodded, “ Ever since i met you, a song has been playing in my heart, but i’ve ignored it out of fear, and I finally had had enough. The song wouldn’t stop,so i played it. It’s all because of you, you drive me crazy, you’re smart and sweet and so very caring, and I want to be more than friends.” You were in shock, you couldn’t even speak, you didn’t know what to say. His face fell, “i..it’s okay…it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i get it. “ he started to get up but you grabbed his arms, “ wait no no no.” He looked down at you and rose an eyebrow. “ I want that too Eli, heck I liked you the moment you walked into class the first day and sat by me when no one else would. You’ve been my only friend here and I know it’s not okay to kiss your buddies so I havn’t…but now, “ Your voice trailed off. Eli was looking at you wide eyed and blushing, “ really.” YOu nodded and gently pulled him closer. He gently sat back down on the bed and slowly began inching closer to you. You closed your eyes as your lips connected, best, song , ever.

[batwynn]

Invitation For Two