#Billy Rocks x reader

[the-and-sign-anon]

Mag7 x cuddly! reader

Request: "Hcs for the Seven interacting with a cuddly Reader please and thank you "

Requested by: anonymous

Sam Chisolm

He's not a particularly cuddly person

But he is with you

At the end of long, tiring days, even before you guys get together, you would cuddle up to go to sleep

Neither of you felt it was weird

When he rounded up the Seven, you were at his side

The first night, you curled up with him as usual

The others sort of glanced at you guys for a moment, but they kept their mouths shut

Faraday was the only one dumb enough to try to say something

You both shut him up pretty quickly

Goodnight Robicheaux

He needs cuddles

You guys know each other for a few months before you showed your cuddly side

It was late one night and Goodnight woke up from a nightmare

He felt bad about waking you up, but he really didn't want to be alone

You payed close attention as he told you what had happened before wrapping your arms around him

You guys then cuddled whenever either of you were having a tough time

Billy Rocks

Billy loves that you're a cuddly person

He thinks it's really cute

He'll never say that, though

Goodnight pokes fun at you guys a little bit, but not enough to embarrass either of you

You also steal his hat when you cuddle

It's not that you don't have a hat, you just like taking his to put over your face

He thinks it's pretty cute, so he doesn't complain

Jack Horne

He's a big guy, so he gives the best cuddles

He really likes cuddling with you at the end of long days

Before he lost his family, he and his wife would cuddle sometimes, so cuddling with you sort of brings back the happier memories of who he's lost

You guys cuddle every night

No exceptions

Joshua Faraday

Faraday is happy to cuddle with you whenever you need cuddles

His cocky attitude just sort of slips away and he's really sweet when you're curled up in his arms

No one says anything about it because they don't want to risk breaking whatever spell your cuddles seem to put on him

Most nights you guys will cuddle

Unless he did something to tick you off

In that case, no cuddles for him

Vasquez

He only cuddles with you

He's usually pretty on edge, and your cuddles are one of the only things that calm him down

The first time you asked to cuddle, he was a little apprehensive about it

He just wasn't a generally affectionate person, but he wasn't about to say no to you

You guys cuddle most nights, and if you're not cuddling you're beside each other and holding hands

Both of you have nearly shot Faraday multiple times for either startling you when you're half asleep or for making fun of you guys

Red Harvest

He doesn't cuddle with anyone

Not even you

But he'll happily guide you in the direction of someone who will

[heliads]

okay, hopefully you have room for more than one request from me !! this time, could i pretty please request billy rocks with a gender-neutral reader, since you know i have to send in my obligatory magnificent seven request ? the reader is a member of the seven and their resident medic, in charge of patching up everyone else’s injuries after a fight. they’ve had a kind of flirting banter thing going on with billy for a while, but neither of them are planning on really doing anything about it anytime soon, until the reader collapses after a battle because they ignored their own injuries in favor of helping the others and billy completely freaks out. when the reader finally wakes up, the others tell them that billy hasn’t left their side the entire time they were out, and after billy soundly scolds them for ignoring their own health, they finally confess ?

again, obviously you don’t have to right this if you’d rather not, but if you do, thank you so much in advance, and i hope you’re doing well !! <3

'living, surviving' - billy rocks

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He will die tomorrow morning, but now, while the town of Rose Creek is still quiet and dark, Billy Rocks is alive. Alive and alone. No one sees him, no one knows him. He remains invisible, curtained by deep shadow. He looks around him at the wavering lights of candles in windows, and wonders, depressingly, when they’ll get blown out by gunshots. When every glass pane shatters, when every roof collapses, when each body falls and friend goes missing, Billy will remember this night, back when nothing had gone wrong yet.

The wind whistles through the slots in the door out back, bringing with it the vague lilts of laughter and conversation from a few doors down. There are people here who still harbor hopes of walking out of tomorrow morning’s fight alive, and they’ve gathered around fires or drinks to convince themselves that it’ll happen. Not Billy, though. Billy, as per usual, is alone.

He likes being alone, though. It lets him see what others don’t. Billy remembers being a child once, a long time ago in a place that was not this one. A schoolmate of his, a friend, maybe, had shown him a print of an ancient warship in the book with a proud figurehead at the front cut out to look like the head of a god. It was meant to guard the ship, apparently, and keep it from harm.

It had always struck Billy as a rather lonesome thing. One god, brought down to land in the form of a wooden carving, always staring ahead sightlessly and separated from the crew. Forever bond to solitude. Watching out for the men aboard that would never look it in the eyes.

Now, though, Billy thinks that he quite understands it. He is alone now, hidden comfortably in the shadows such that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Tucked away in a dark corner, he can see the various inhabitants of Rose Creek nervously passing the time before they’ll likely lose their lives. Lost in drink or card games, doing their best to do too much so their minds can’t sit and think about how little time they’ve got left, nobody has the patience or nerve to check for things hiding in the shadows. They certainly don’t look hard enough to find him.

They wouldn’t if they tried. Billy has had a lot of time to perfect the art of remaining out of sight. He shows off when he wants to, twirling a silver knife just right so the lithe blade reflects the sun like an arc of pure light, but he prefers being quiet. He’ll let Goodnight do the talking, or Billy’s knives. When he’s quiet, he can watch. When he’s quiet, he can learn the secrets about people that they aren’t aware they’re telling. He can guide his crew from the shadows. He can lead them from his place alone above the stormy water.

Usually, no one can find Billy unless he wants them to. The exception, of course, is Goodnight, because as business partners, it became somewhat of a necessity to find Billy when need be, so he’s let that slide. Tonight, though, with Goodnight gone and everyone else highly strung due to the battle looming ahead, Billy doesn’t think he’ll be found.

That makes it even more surprising when he is. Billy sees this new arrival coming, of course, but he assumes they’ll veer off towards the bar, or that they’ll go laugh with the drinkers or the dancers like everyone else sees fit on this restless night. Instead, their path stays true, and they not only find Billy at once but pull up a chair next to him. Like the only thing they want to do on what may be their last night alive is to spend time with him. Like Billy is the only person worth seeing at all.

Ordinarily, Billy Rocks has no problem holding his tongue. He’ll whisper a few biting jokes here or there, typically never above the volume of a sigh, but he’s never had a problem with keeping his peace. Tonight seems to be a night of surprises, though, because Y/N L/N, their resident medic, has hardly sat down before Billy’s asking them cautiously, “You don’t want to be with the others, then?”

Y/N glances towards him, surprised, as if they hadn’t even realized this would be an option. “Now, why would I do that when I’ve got such pleasant company here with me?”

Billy chuckles in spite of himself. “It’s not the most entertaining of company.”

“Mmm,” they hum, “but I like it better that way, I think. Tonight’s not a night for shouting. Seems wrong that way.”

Billy lets out a slow breath. He can feel his fingers curling at his sides, readying themselves for triggers or blades come the next morning. “No, it doesn’t,” he agrees.

Quiet falls. Billy waits for them to leave, but they don’t. They stay, and they smile at him, warm in the lamplight from across the room, and say, “You don’t mind me being here, do you?”

“Of course not,” Billy replies hastily. “Besides, what sort of man would I be to kick out our medic the night before a fight? I can’t risk upsetting you now, sweetheart. You might do something wild, like sew me up with pink thread.”

Y/N laughs. Billy finds himself glad for the isolation again– out there in the main room of the bar, the sound of Y/N’s laughter might have blended in with the stomping of heels, the creaking of wood, but out here, with nothing else to disguise it but his own bated breath, Billy delights in it entirely. The sound curls around him like music, and his fingers twitch again, this time not to reach for a weapon but to hold their laughter. To hold them, maybe. It’s a good thing he knows better. It’s a good thing he doesn’t want that more than anything, because if he did, he might do something foolish like try.

“I’d never mess with you,” they grin. “Promise. It would ruin my reputation.”

“Wouldn’t just ruin your reputation, it would ruin my skin,” Billy grumbles, but he’s smiling again.

Y/N knows it too. They always seem to smile all the brighter when he’s smiling too, like it’s a bet they’ve won. “I wouldn’t dare,” they promise. “Besides, I can’t go threatening one of our best shooters the night before I fight, can I? What sort of friend would I be? I need you on my side to keep me safe.”

Billy arches a brow. “I’ve seen you with a gun, darling. I’m pretty sure you can keep yourself safe all on your own.”

Y/N’s lips curl suggestively. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Something hot rushes through the back of his neck. “I leave it to you to find the fun in a gunfight,” Billy says hoarsely. Changing the subject is the safest thing to do right now. It’s safer than leaning closer, than returning Y/N’s fire with fire. Safer than touching them, which is what he wants to do right now most of all.

This is not the night for that, Billy reminds himself. They’re going to die tomorrow and he won’t cloud either of their judgment. So, even though he wants nothing more than to keep testing this theory and see where they break, he forces himself to pull back and resume a normal conversation. He encourages Y/N to get some rest before everything goes to hell tomorrow, and hopefully, they will. Y/N’ll have a lot of hard work headed their way by dawn. He doesn’t want them any more stressed than they need to be.

The sun rises, bringing trouble with it. Bogue brings a lot of men, too many by Billy’s estimate. He grits his teeth as he watches them ride in, and prepares himself for a long, bloody morning. They’ve set up a small medical center in one of the better protected buildings where Y/N can practice their craft. If Billy can only make sure none of Bogue’s thugs make it to them, he’ll die a happy man.

Y/N, however, doesn’t seem to like the idea of sitting pretty while their friends die. Ordinarily, Billy wouldn’t blame them for that, but he can’t deny that his heart starts racing whenever they sprint out into the streets to tend to the wounds of their fallen friends. Once Goodnight turns up, the other man wastes no time in teasing Billy about his obvious partiality to the brazen medic, but Billy’s only half listening, anyway. He can’t both partake in snide comments and keep Y/N alive, and he’s really only interested in one of those things.

The battle rages on, then, startlingly enough, quiets. Bodies line the streets, both the dead and the injured. Y/N has been moving non stop almost the entire time; how they haven’t passed out from exhaustion, Billy has no clue. He sees them swaying slightly on their feet as they move from patient to patient, and mentally reminds himself to make sure they’re doing alright. He just needs a little more time to clear the enemy from the town, then he’ll be free to check on them.

Once the final thug has been killed or chased off, Billy starts scanning the area for Y/N. A couple friends mention that they saw the medic recently, but none of them can point him in the right direction. He checks the medical center, but it’s only inhabited by the groaning injured, not sunny would-be doctors with a spark in their eye and a quick joke on their tongue. 

Heading outside again, Billy completes a slow loop around the building, but he can’t find them anywhere. Panic starting to grow in his chest, he pulls aside Sam when the other man walks by.

“You haven’t seen Y/N around, have you?” Billy asks hastily.

Sam gives him a slow, worried look. “Now that you mention it, I’m not sure that I have. They were keeping plenty busy while the fighting was hot, but it’s been a while since they crossed my path.”

Billy nods, not even sparing the time for a thank you before continuing on his careening search through the city. As he paces down the streets, some of his friends make to approach him, but he brushes them all off. Nothing matters except finding Y/N. Nothing matters except finding Y/N.

And then, almost by accident, he does. It isn’t how he’d expected. Somehow, some naive part of him was hoping he’d find them in the tavern, already with a drink in hand, or surrounded by some awestruck sharpshooters, dazzling them with their wit. Anything that would guarantee their safety. Anything that would keep them out of harm.

In reality, when he finds Y/N, it’s no different than finding any of the other fallen bodies. They’re slumped against the wall of a building, a roll of bandages fallen loosely from their hand. There’s a man unconscious next to them, a friend of theirs who’d evidently suffered from a gash across the arm. Billy spots Y/N’s expert handiwork in the form of a clean wrap across the injury, but the one who seems to need medical care now is Y/N themself.

Hurriedly, he crouches by them, lifting a hand to check for a pulse. “Y/N?” He asks, his voice wavering.

Y/N stirs slightly, their eyes half-lidded. “Billy? That you?”

“It’s me,” he confirms. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

They move slightly, grimacing in pain, and that’s when Billy notices the dark splash of red seeping out of their waistcoat. “Sweetheart,” he repeats unsteadily, “Don’t tell me you got shot, now. You can’t just bleed out like that without getting yourself some help.”

“I had to help him,” Y/N whispers. “That’s what mattered.”

“No, you’re what matters,” Billy hisses. “Fuck the rest. You were supposed to put your health above theirs.”

Y/N manages a slight slip of a grin, not even a half-smile, and the obvious pain it causes them makes Billy’s heart clench in his chest. “Now, what kind of medic would I be if I did that?”

“A safe one,” he sighs. “Now, come on. I’m going to pick you up and get you some help, alright? Don’t you dare close your eyes. I need you to stay with me.”

“I like staying with you,” Y/N mumbles as Billy picks them up.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he tells them. 

Y/N feels deathly still in his arms, and Billy doesn’t want to give that a single moment of his attention. All that matters is sprinting back to the medical center; calling for someone, anyone to help him; carefully setting Y/N down on a clear bit of space. He has to be moved away from the table so the doctor can treat them, so intent is Billy on staying within reach, and the second they tell him that Y/N’s going to be okay, he’s right back by their side.

Y/N will wake up soon, they tell him. Just a bit of exhaustion and blood loss. Y/N’s made of tough stuff, they’ll be alright. When they open their eyes again, Billy will be right by their side. This time, he has something he’d like to tell them, and this time, there isn’t anything holding them back from the love they were always meant to share.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

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[make-me-imagine]

What's Mine is Yours

Prompt: "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt." Requested By: @youngcroissantturkeyworribler

Pairing: Billy Rocks x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, just a short cute fluffy drabble.

Word Count: 812

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Mag7 Taglist: @spuffyfan394

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Billy looked around the room as he entered, he frowned a little as he saw it was empty. You must still be out.

Sliding off his weapon's belt, and taking off his jacket, he sat down, letting out a deep breath. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times as he looked around the room. It was a decent size, bigger than some of the hotels you had been staying at recently.

Billy looked out the window, down at the street, wondering if he'd see you coming down the road. He had spent the whole day with Goody and Chisolm. He was tired, and hungry, but the main thing he wanted, was to see you.

Ever since the group took on this new job, he hadn't been able to see you much during the days. And even though he spent every night with you, he still missed you.

He must have missed seeing you walk to the hotel, because he heard the doorknob jiggle. His eyes shot to the door, the paranoid part of him glanced at his gun, noting how fast he could get to it in case. But as you stepped into the room, the thought faded completely.

Your eyes landed on him and you smiled brightly, glad to see him. He smiled in return, noting your damp hair, and the dirty clothes in your arms. You must have been at the bath-house.

"Hey." You greeted as you threw your things down. "You guys done already?" You asked as you walked over to him.

He reached out his arms as you moved to sit down in his lap. His eyes grazed over you as he nodded. "Yes. Now I can spend the evening with you."

"Is that a promise?" You asked.

He smirked and kissed your cheek, "Yes. And if anyone comes to try and take me away, I'll shoot them."

You grinned as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Are you hungry?"

He nodded, but kept his arms tightly around you. "Wait a little, I just wanna be with you for a while."

His eyes grazed over you a bit, and he hesitated as he looked at the shirt you were donning. His lips curled up a bit as he spoke softly.

"Is that my shirt?"

You smiled at him. "You mean our shirt."

His brow shot up in a curious look as he met your eyes. "Our?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded. "Mhm. Don't you remember?"

He cocked his head slightly, and you saw the confusion in his eyes.

You cleared your throat lightly as you looked up at the ceiling, you spoke as if telling a story.

"Not too long after we got together, there was a day when I lost my best knife. I was disappointed, and annoyed because I needed one. You gave me one of your spares. I asked if you were sure I could use it, and you said 'What's mine-"

"Is yours." Billy finished your sentence as the memory came back. Paired with that memory, was another one. A time not too long later, when Billy ran out of water on a long trek. You gave him yours, he refused at first, stating he did not want to take your water. You smiled at him, giving him the water. "What's mine is yours."

He felt his heart pump a little heavier in his chest as you grinned down at him, an almost proud look on your face. He smiled and shook his head a bit, huffing out a dry laugh.

"I remember now. " He said softly, as he looked down at the shirt again, bringing his hand up, he messed with the top button for a moment as he smiled. "It's alright. It looks better on you anyways."

"If it makes you feel better, you can wear mine whenever you want." You tried to repress your smile, but as Billy gave you a deadpan look, you failed to hold it back.

He squeezed you close to him as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "You smell good." He commented as he began to stand up, taking you with him, but not letting you go.

You laughed as he brought you to the bed, lying you down, and lying down beside you. You hummed under your breath a bit as you tugged at the handkerchief around his neck. "Maybe you should go to the bathhouse too."

"Are you saying I smell?"

You smiled a little and met his eyes, "You smell like Faraday." He rose his brow again. "Like alcohol." You added on and he smiled a little.

"In that case, I definitely will." He said softly, before pulling you closer to him, "But not just yet."

You wrapped your arms around him, and buried your head in his neck. "No, not just yet."

xx End xx

Sorry it's so short, but I hope you enjoyed it!

If you did, please consider reblogging~ As this is a fairly small fandom, and it wont get much traction unless it's shared. :) <3

[emyyxy]

music taste

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billy loomis and stu macher music taste headcanons

billy 🔪

this boy does not stop playing the smashing pumpkins holy shite 😣 i just KNOW his spotify wrapped hates to see him coming with SP in that top 5 most listened to artists. i think cherub rock is his favorite smashing pumpkins song tbh

quite literally 90s divorced dad rock

do NOT and i mean do NOT play radiohead around him he will completely just shut down and mope in the corner

the cure the cure the cure the cure the cure the cure (tho he doesn’t admit it cuz he thinks it’s gay mind u he’s literally dating stu🤨)

he’s the type of guy to cover the radio with his hand and ask “who sings this song?” “what band is this?” “what song is this?”

he was never the same after kurt cobain passed 🙁 and despises courtney love and hole (hate her love her music tho)

when listening to a song with a guitar solo he will play his air guitar and shred it and after the song is over he will pretend to smash said air guitar onto his fake stage (this is only when he is home alone)

also plays fake drums and will bang pencils or whatever he has around him on the nearest surface (again also when he is home alone)

male manipulator deftones kind of guy

he listens to nine inch nails before he goes out for a killing spree it’s like his hype music

he owns lots of jane’s addiction cds

stu 🔪

holy shite #1 weezer fan i had to say it

he really enjoys the beatles and he will defend them always. his parents would play the beatles all the time in the house for him so their songs are very meaningful and sentimental to him. his favorite song is Oh! Darling and sometimes whenever he’s feeling down he will put his walkman on and just fall asleep listening to it on repeat

the trajectory of his life was changed after he heard the beastie boys for the first time

THE CURE THE CURE THE CURE OMG but he is PROUD of who he is unlike billy so stu is not ashamed of listening to the cure he dont gaf

pearl jam and i like to think that when he skates if he does but in my mind stu skates 🛹 he listens to pearl jam

he also likes the smashing pumpkins but not as much as billy

green day is like stu’s favorite thing in the whole wide world and i can’t tell u why but i feel it in my heart that stu is like the worlds biggest green day fan i think its the whole like fuck the patriarchy kind of thing

THE CRANBERRIES HOLy (you guys danced to Dream together and it was sooo magical for him)

stu resonates with radiohead a lot so you’d catch him sitting in the same corner with billy moping together

the offspring because he thinks he’s really fly for a white guy

ooooooouuuuuuuu do NOT get him started with fleetwood mac! that boy is passionate about their music and especially stevie nicks

okay foo fighters, red hot chili peppers, stone temple pilots, linkin park, lash, hole

[brandylovezyou]

Introduction ⁀➷💋

My name is Brandy and I’m 18 years old! I really wanna start writing fics and story’s and posting them on here! I’m new to tumblr so go easy on me lol ♥️

Some of my interests include music, fashion, vampires and other strange creatures, rockstars, reading, writing, anything vintage and watching movies!

Feel free to send me fic requests! I’m up for writing about most things ^^

Who I will write for

Mötley Crüe:

Nikki Sixx

Tommy Lee

Vince Neil

Guns n roses:

Steven Adler

Axl rose

Hanoi rocks:

Razzle Dingley

Michael Monroe

Others:

Dave Mustaine

Peter Steele

Jimmy Page

James Hetfeild

Tom Kiefer

Kirk Hammett

Billy Idol

Mick Jagger

Rules and boundaries

I’m totally willing to write smut fics no problem! However I will NOT include anything with feet, any sort of scat (pee, vomit…ect.) and innc3st. I’m not one to kink shame it’s just not my thing and it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Feel free to send your own requests, I’d really appreciate new ideas when I have writers block, but please try to be a bit specific and I’ll go from there. My dms are also open to everyone too. All my work will be 100% written by me as well!

Thanks for readinggg 💋

[highinmiamiii]

LONDON CALLING 🇬🇧

rockstar gf!reader x billy butcher moodboard

ok so we all know billy is a brit right? i mean the terror jar with the union jack dogtag says all that needs to be said. now, i’m not british at all but as a girl that listens to british bands/artists and loves a good union jack motif here and there for some reason, i fully believe brit rock billy would date a girl who’s also super into his music and english punk culture. like just imagine them going to random underground punk shows together and drunkenly sneaking off to the sleazy gross bathrooms to mess around. and when you guys come back to get a couple more drinks before heading out, billy’s neck is covered in your dark red lipstick, your hair is ruffled messily and there are red scratches and crescent shaped nail marks from you digging your nails into his shoulder visible through the band tee with cut off arms….god i want to tear him apart.

[moonlitsmile]

people/fandoms i write for

╭┈─ ◌ೄ guns and roses ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ slash , axl rose, duff mckagan, Steven Adler, Izzy stradlin

╭┈─ ◌ೄ mötley crüe ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ nikki sixx, mick mars, tommy lee, vince neil. no john 5 sorry!

╭┈─ ◌ೄ harry potter ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, professor snape, remus lupin, cedric diggory, fred, and george weasley, james potter

╭┈─ ◌ೄ slytherin boys ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ theodore nott, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkenshire, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, and regulus black

╭┈─ ◌ೄ the lost boys ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ dwayne, paul, david, marko, micheal/sam emerson

╭┈─ ◌ೄ squid game ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ seong gi- hun (456) , cho sangwoo (218), hwang jun ho (police officer) , hwang in-ho (frontman/001), gong yoo (salesman/ recruiter), myung-gi (333), dae-ho (388), gyeong-seok (246), min-su (125), nam-gyu (124), thanos (230) , masked office (unnamed)

╭┈─ ◌ೄ all of us are dead ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ yoon gwi-nam, lee cheong-san, lee su-hyeok, han gyeong-su, jang wu-jin, jung min-jae, kim cheol-soo, oh joon-yeong.

╭┈─ ◌ೄ strangers from hell ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ yoon jong-woo, seo moon-jo, yoo gi-hyeok

╭┈─ ◌ೄ bloodhounds✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ Kim geon-woo, Hong woo-jin

╭┈─ ◌ೄ Alice in borderland ✧･ﾟ：*

╰┈➤ shuntaro chishiya, suguru niragi, ginji kyuma, ryohei arisu, daikichi karube, Morizono Aguni

╭┈─ ◌ೄ slashers ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ thomas hewitt, bubba sawyer, freddy kruger, micheal myers, jason, ghostface, billy loomis, stu macher.

╭┈─ ◌ೄ the last of us ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ Joel miller, tommy miller, jesse morales,

╭┈─ ◌ೄ cobra kai ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ Anthony Larusso, Axel Kovačević, Daniel larusso, Eli moskowitz (hawk), Feng xiao (sensei wolf), Kenny Payne, kwon Jae-sung, Johnny Lawrence, kyler park, miguel Díaz, Robby Keene, Shawn Payne, Yoon Do-Jin

╭┈─ ◌ೄ grotesquiere ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ father charlie mayhew

╭┈─ ◌ೄ XO kitty ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ Min-ho moon, Dae heon Kim, Jin lee

╭┈─ ◌ೄ My name ✧･ﾟ:*

╰┈➤ Choi mujin, Jeon pil-do, Do gang-jae, Ko gun pyung

~ rules about my writing here.

[heliads]

MAGNIFICENT SEVEN REQUEST!!!

Okay so I was thinking about this at like three a.m. the other night (as one does), and I could think of no one better to do it justice than you, my beloved Lisa, so here goes: Billy Rocks with a gender-neutral Reader in a Magnificent Seven Grishaverse AU (or just sort of The Magnificent Seven but Grisha exist)??

All of the Seven are Grisha themselves (you can totally pick what kind, but Billy really strikes me as being a Fabrikator), but the Reader is a Heartrender who keeps it a secret and pretends to be a non-Grisha because Heartrenders have kind of an iffy reputation. But when the Seven are in a fight with another gang terrorizing a small town and Billy gets cornered by a man about to shoot him dead, Reader panics and kills the guy by stopping his heart, revealing themself in the process. The group’s pretty much fine with it considering their skills just saved Billy’s life, but this is the first time the Reader’s ever killed anyone and they’re pretty distraught about it. And maybe the fic ends with Billy comforting them and the two of them confessing their feelings for each other??

Of course, if you don’t want to write this, that is totally and completely fine!! Thanks for hearing out my request, and I hope you’re doing well, my beloved!! 💛💛💛

raven raven raven.... as if i were not already deep within magnificent seven brainrot, this fic has changed me fundamentally. enjoy!!

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A stranger has come to town, and he’s looking for you. He’s not alone, either. The group comes in slow and easy, just when night is about to roll in from dusk’s opener. It gives the people of your town an excuse to stand and stare on their porches under the cover of lighting the lamps. 

The comfort of a familiar chore can make anyone feel safer, better; just enough light, and it’s like all the shadows in the world will be gone. Maybe somewhere out there, the Unsea looms and breathes like a sickening thing, but out here, darkness is conquered by a splash of kerosene and the spark of a match. The riders tip their hats and keep moving down the street.

Your townspeople can’t be blamed for a little bit of distrust. West of the Shadow Fold, with nothing in Ravka to protect you, everything’s become a little bit of a wasteland. The ocean chokes out travel, Fjerda and Shu Han threaten to close their jaws on you from above and below, and the Unsea keeps you from running. All anyone can do is settle down with their guards up and try not to die. 

Around here, the night never ends. Everything is sweltering twilight, with a great lot of dust blowing in the wind, marking off how many towns have been outcompeted and left behind for dead. Trade dries up by the day. Great men run out of business. The only thing strangers have in common with each other is empty pockets. No wonder the town natives watch the newcomers like thieves. For all they know, the strangers could be just that. All the world’s a hustle, and if you’re not careful, you’ll go from king of the hill to just another victim of a swindle in the span of an hour or two.

They go to the inn first, by means of securing a room for the night. It’s too late to travel further, even if they find their target, so they’ll just have to stay until the next morning at least. Convenient. Makes it harder for you to hide, if that’s the sort of thing you were interested in.

You only find out that someone’s looking for you, or that there are newcomers at all, once the group of them have relocated to a tavern somewhere close by. A young boy, the oldest son of your neighbor, comes running over with the news. He says there’s seven of them, seven men, and all of them walk like danger’s their best damn friend. You scold him lightly for swearing, then gather up your hackles and misgivings and head over.

There are many reasons that someone could be looking for you. This is not your only home nor, you have sense to believe, will it be your last. You’ve run from trouble like it were your shadow, only for it to come creeping back by your heels when you least expect it. Times aren’t always easy for someone like you. Maybe this latest life of yours has been working out pretty well, but that’s no guarantee that it’ll stick around.

This could be someone from an old life or two, or worse, someone who’s gotten wind of the one secret you’ve tried to hide since you were a kid. Grisha aren’t welcome here, no witch or monster or unsainted creature, which is why you never tell a soul what you really are. Sometimes, though. Sometimes, when you’re on your own and a wicked man decides you look like prey, you have to defend yourself. Sometimes that involves revealing yourself even when you’d rather not.

You have never killed anyone. That should be stated first. You have never taken a life in cold blood, nor hot, not even when they’re aiming to kill you first. Despite the fact that, of all the Grisha branches you could have claimed, you were born a Heartrender, you’ve never used your gifts for anything that extreme. You’ve injured, sure, knocked a few people out when you couldn’t avoid it, but you’ve never killed. Never. That would make you– something, you think, something wrong, something not like you.

You avoid it like the plague, but that doesn’t stop people from looking and whispering. If this is someone who’s been hunting you since the olden days, there’s not a whole lot you can do about that. Silently, you mark out your belongings in your head, plan out which ones you’ll need and which can rot away in a home that you never should have trusted as yours for long. Houses are just wood and stone, not something you can keep like anyone else. Monsters don’t get to live, they get to survive.

You might have forgotten that, maybe that’s why whoever’s looking for you was able to catch up while your back was turned. You gather your nerves up in polished metal and gunpowder and mentally press your finger on the trigger. The door to the tavern is in your sights, and you stalk inside without a trace of fear showing on your face, no matter how your heart hammers in your chest.

The doors swing shut behind you, but they’re still swaying like a dancer’s hips by the time your smile starts to shine. You’ve recognized the stranger, and he’s certainly no enemy of yours. You’ve met this man before, and if there’s one thing to identify him more than a face or name, it’s the honor he keeps polished in his heart.

“Sam Chisholm,” you say with a broad grin, “Now, what are you doing in these parts?”

Sam is prone to a smile on occasion, and he treats you to one of those along with a drink. “We need your help, L/N.”

“Help?” You ask, then, “We? I thought you were a solo act.”

“Not anymore,” he says, “Take a seat, we’ve got quite the story to tell.”

You do as told, pulling up a chair in the space they make for you. As Sam spins his tale, you listen with growing incredulity. Turns out Sam met his crew of seven trying to pull some small town out from the yoke of a greedy businessman. The odds weren’t in their favor, and they all probably should have died doing it, but the Saints were on their side and somehow they all managed to pull through.

You’re introduced to the members of the group one by one, and they raise their drinks in greeting as each name is called. There’s Sam, obviously, a self-taught Squaller. It’s fascinating hearing his heart whenever he uses his gifts, not a beat is out of place. Complete mastery. He can make one bullet strafe the sky until the single hunk of metal takes out twenty men.

Then there’s Joshua Faraday, resident Inferni. The branch of the Small Science suits him, you think; even after only having known him for a small bit of time, you can already tell he’s some kind of hothead. Jack Horne, more mountain than man, is an otkazat’sya, but you still wouldn’t like the odds of going up against him in a fistfight, he’d probably take you out in one blow.

Vasquez, outlaw, tells you quite proudly that the only power he’d ever need is that of two revolvers in his hands. Faraday guffaws loudly, shoves him in the shoulder, says as if and proceeds to list out all the ways being an Inferni’s way better than that. Vasquez shoves him back, and you think they might argue for the next few hours until Sam tells them to quit it.

Red Harvest keeps to himself, for the most part, but his eyes track every movement in the room. Tidemaker, someone says he is. No, Durast. No one can decide. He never told them what he was, but what’s obvious is that he’s damn good to have in a fight. He’s a Grisha of some sort, but, much like the Zemeni, he was never raised to place such faith in pointless labels.

All of them seem decent enough to you, but your attention is stuck on two men in the back. Goodnight Robicheaux introduces himself without needing Sam’s guiding words. He’s a soldier, he says. Was a soldier. Now a friend. He didn’t need to be a Grisha to do the things he did in the war. Privately, you think that’ll kill him someday, but Goodnight doesn’t need a stranger to point out how heavily guilt hangs about his shoulders. He’s much too aware of that burden already.

It’s Goodnight’s traveling partner, though, that pulls your focus the most. He regards you with cautious, dark eyes until Sam points him out as Billy Rocks, Fabrikator. He spins a blade back and forth between his fingers, intricate whirlpools of silver, sometimes with his fingers and sometimes with nothing at all. He keeps your gaze until Sam starts talking again. You’re the first to look away, and although it should not be something you remember, it is.

Sam’s found another town that needs his help, and this time, he wants your aid in liberating it. West Ravkan separatists have riled up a small militia and held a village under siege just because the inhabitants were believed to be followers of the crown. Separated from Os Alta by the Unsea, there’s no chance that any soldiers will be sent to free the residents, which leaves the bloody task to local fighters with a sense of benediction.

You almost laugh at that. ��Since when have you been sent by the Saints to free the needy? Hell, since when have I? Why come to me?”

Faraday pipes up from the far end of the table. He’d been lost in some cards earlier, but he slaps them down when you ask that. “Actually, I’d like to know the same thing. We’ve all had our time to shine, but why’d we come all this way for some friend of yours?”

“Y/N is not just a friend,” Sam says evenly, “they’re a talented fighter, and, more than that, gifted at strategy. They saved me from a shootout some years back. We survived the last intervention by the skin of our teeth, I’d like a little more reassurance this time around. That comes with adding to our numbers.”

“I’m only one person,” you argue, “Not exactly an army to turn the tides.”

“You’re willing to fight for a good cause,” Sam replies simply, “that’s worth more than a dozen lax soldiers.”

“That assumes I’m on your side. I haven’t agreed yet,” you point out.

Sam arches a brow. “That’s true. We’ll set off tomorrow morning at dawn. If you wish to come with us, we’ll see you then. If not, it was good to see a friend.”

You nod, and turn to pay your tab at the bar. Before you leave, you glance once over your shoulder, and find that someone is still watching. Billy. The knife is still in his hands. He doesn’t seem surprised to be caught staring, and his expression doesn’t change. Unable to stop yourself, you check his heartbeat, but the rhythm is still and even. He’s curious, nothing more. Curious to see what choice you’re going to make.

You’d like to know, too. You go back to your house, lock the door, check it thrice. You haven’t considered fighting in any capacity in a long time, probably since the last time you saw Sam. A battle is dangerous. It gives you the chance to lose control, and if you lose control, you’ll reveal yourself for what you truly are. Not even Sam knows you’re Grisha. It’s not something you can afford to show off.

The smart decision is to stay in hiding. You don’t have to face Sam again, you just won’t show up at dawn tomorrow and nothing will happen. He’s a good man, odds are he won’t think any less of you for not being there. He’ll find another contact and that will be that. They’ll go rescue the town without you and nothing will have changed. Nothing. You’ll rot and die in this town, and your complacence will be what kills you at last.

The sun is just starting to rise when you close the door of your house. You have no idea when you’ll be back, if you’ll live long enough to come back at all. It served you well, this purpose, but perhaps there’s something more to life than just hiding after all. 

Sam looks up when he hears the clop of your horse’s hooves. He’s been leaning against the wall of the inn, but he smiles when he sees you. “I was wondering when you’d get here,” he says, “I’m glad that you’ve decided to join us.”

“I’m glad too,” you tell him, and you realize that you mean it.

Sam mounts his ride, and leads you around back where the others are waiting. Again, Billy’s gaze is cool, but this time you swear you detect something almost like satisfaction in his eyes. One more sign that you made the right choice.

The town is only a two days’ ride from your village, and before you know it, you’re taking one final camp outside before the attempt to take it over. Sam has good information on the positions of the radicals, and you’ll mount your assault just before dawn so you can get the jump on them. You have no doubt that they’re expecting you, but it’ll be best to attack while the element of surprise is still in your favor.

You have to admit that you’ve grown fond of the company, even in the short time that you’ve known them. They’ve all got rather interesting personalities, and from the stories you’ve swapped over fires and during your travels, it’s a miracle any of them are still alive. You suppose you’ll be able to add this journey to your tales in the years to come. It’s a good thought to have.

This close to the town, everyone’s nerves are on edge. You’ve already spotted several scouting parties, no doubt combing the surrounding area to find rescue crews like your own. You’ve already had a minor incident tonight, actually. Faraday was starting to drift off when he heard a noise behind him. In a fit of panic, he fired off a blast of flame before he fully realized what was going on.

When all of you headed over to check out the attacker he’d felled, though, all you found was a charred rat. Faraday had heard the scratching and made a veritable mountain out of a molehill.

“Congratulations,” Goodnight had said dryly, “you just fried a rodent.” 

Vasquez poked at the still-smoking corpse with a corner of his boot. “That’s one crisp rat,” he said, looking Faraday dead in the eyes.

The Inferni had the grace to look ashamed. “My bad for wanting to protect us,” he’d claimed, “I just have those fast reflexes, you know. Everyone wants them.”

You can’t entirely blame Faraday for being jumpy, though. Just a few hours later, you’re on watch when you hear another noise. This time, though, it’s no rat, but footsteps, and several of them. You reach out hesitantly with your abilities and hear two distinct heartbeats.

Quickly, you wake the others, and all of you crouch low beneath undergrowth and rock formations, trying to stay out of sight until you find the intruders. Red Harvest points out the silhouettes of two men creeping towards the dying embers of your campfire, and you suck in a breath. It wouldn’t do to be found out before your attempt even started, so your group will have to take out these men without alerting the rest of the separatists in town.

The two spies go in separate directions, presumably to circle up on you. Sam and Jack split off to take out one man, and you go with Billy and Goodnight to handle the other. The rest trace the perimeter of the camp to ensure that there aren’t any more visitors than the two men. 

The three of you stalk your target until he’s right in front of you. Goodnight’s the closest, and you wait for him to make a move. He was a sharpshooter, after all, and right now, the spy is completely within range without any idea that the three of you are behind him. This is the perfect shot, so why isn’t he taking it?

You can feel Goodnight’s heart, hear the pattern of it. Two beats slow, then fast-fast as he tries to reconcile himself with the idea of killing. It’s a quickstep, the same regular cadence of a dance. You watch as Goodnight’s fingers twitch at his sides. It would be so easy to do it now, he’s got the guy in his sight and his hands are free. That’s all he’d need to kill. It’s all you’d need.

The quickstep picks up speed, the beats spinning around themselves like drunk kids on a dancefloor. Slow-slow, Goodnight raises his hand tremblingly forward, places his gun in front of him like a shield. Fast-fast, and the man falls down dead.

It’s not Goodnight who killed him, though. You didn’t feel him do it, that tug of a trigger finger to end the dance. It was someone else. One closer look and there’s a knife sticking out of the dead man’s chest, a silver blade. It must have passed right in front of your eyes and you didn’t even see it, that’s how fast it went.

You know who threw it, though. This whole time you were so focused on Goodnight’s two-step that you didn’t even think about Billy. Billy, who was watching just like you were, a lone man at a country outing pacing around the outskirts of a packed dance until he swoops and cuts in, getting the best partner for himself and forcing out a competitor in just the blink of an eye.

You turn to look at him, but Billy doesn’t even flinch, just relaxes the one raised finger by his side. He meets your gaze coolly, daring you to say anything about it. You don’t, and the breath caught in his chest lets itself go. You turn back around to look at the dead man, pretending you don’t feel the way Goodnight’s heart is tumbling over itself in relief.

It’s funny, growing up you’d always assumed that killing would be easy if you were good at it, if you had enough experience with it. That would be the true sign of bravery, that a soldier like Goodnight would be able to end the man’s life in a moment.

Now, though? Now you’re starting to sing a different tune. If there is real bravery in this world, it’s present in Billy, who will let himself take the moral punch of robbing the universe of another life just so that Goodnight would not have to bear the blow. It is not weakness in either of them, it is friendship, and a stronger sort of friendship than most men in this world ever experience in their lives.

Situation over, you meet up with the rest of your group. They took out their spy too, and there’s no one left, so the rest of you go uneasily back to sleep. You ready yourself to continue your watch, but to your surprise, Billy steals away from his place to sit next to you.

“I’ll take over from here,” he says gruffly, “you can rest.”

You frown at him. “You’re not on watch for another hour at least.”

“I’ll manage,” he tells you.

You arch a brow. “You’ve been doing that a lot, haven’t you?”

He nods, apparently unbothered by the implications of what you’ve just said. “I watch out for the people I care about.”

That sort of sentiment makes sense for Goodnight, who Billy’s known for quite some time. For you, though? You, who Billy met just a few days ago? You didn’t think there was room for you in his life already. Perhaps, though, perhaps you were wrong.

Billy’s gaze softens and he gestures again to where the rest of the group lies sleeping. “I mean it. You’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

He’s telling the truth, his heartbeats betray no lies. How wonderful it must be to be so sure of yourself, that you could protect the people you care about and harbor no hesitations about it. How terrible, to know that you are so capable of killing that no villain would be able to stand in your way.

“Thank you,” you whisper. When you get up, your hand brushes against his. You hadn’t realized you were sitting that closely. In fact, you think you had wanted him to stop being so far away.

Sleep comes far more easily than you’d thought. It was a cold night, but for some reason you had been warm while you rested. That could have been due to the fire sparking nearby, but when you wake, you notice that a jacket has been laid over you. There’s a knife in the pocket that you think Billy forgot to take out. You give it to him the next morning, which he accepts, but he does not let you return the jacket. It’s still cold, he says. You might need it.

The only thing that’s cold, though, is the oil slick in your veins. Your blood drips cool and heavy through your limbs, keeping you alive just long enough to take someone else’s life. Sam came up with a plan before he met up with you, and he’s spent the duration of your travels making sure everyone knows their part in it down to a T.

Even then, it’s common knowledge that complete mastery of Plan A and even plans B through E won’t save you. This is only your best guess as to what will happen inside the bounds of that city. You could all die in an hour’s time, or maybe not a single one of you will get so much as grazed by a stray bullet. Plans only get you so far. The real test will be what you’re able to do when everything goes wrong and you’re three seconds from death.

With your spirits accordingly lifted, the eight of you set out to retake the town. You split up in pairs of two to cut off any avenues of escape. You’ll be with Red Harvest, and you and your partner in death head to your prearranged location to ready yourselves for the events to come.

The crowing of a rooster somewhere in town serves as the agreed upon signal to attack, and just like that, the time of waiting is over. After that, everything seems like a blur. You and Red Harvest descend upon the town, sneaking around the back to attack the false sheriff’s men from behind. They clearly weren’t expecting an attack at this hour, so you’re able to take out many of them before they can cause you too much trouble.

The whole battle follows suit, actually. You swear it feels like you’ve just been fighting a few minutes, and then you blink and the sun’s well into the sky but you’re still not dead yet. You carefully maneuver throughout the town, taking out enemy fighters as you go, but you have yet to spot any one of your friends crumpled on the ground.

The fighting is starting to wrap up soon enough, with the remaining separatists fleeing for the hills. You haven’t seen Billy in a while, which is worrying you, so you start to stalk through town in the hopes of finding him.

The rattle of a gun makes you startle, and you peer down a nearby alleyway to investigate. What you see there makes your entire body shut down. Billy is standing with his back to the far wall, trapped in without any hope of escape. One of the separatists is staring at him from behind a gun. Billy’s fingers twitch towards the holsters on his sides, but you notice at the same time he does that he’s all out of knives.

Billy’s usually good at keeping his emotions in check, but you feel his heart rate spike in a way you’ve never experienced before. This is– Billy knows he’s going to die, doesn’t he? He has no way of fighting back and nowhere to run. You have no way to help either, you ran out of bullets half an hour ago and your aim with a blade is nowhere as good as his, so you’d probably end up hurting Billy with just as much likelihood as the separatist.

That leaves you only one option, then. The separatist pulls back on his trigger finger, but he doesn’t get the shot off in time. Instead, he drops the gun, clutching at his heart even as it judders to an abrupt stop in his chest. He’s dead in a moment. Probably didn’t even hurt.

Billy slowly looks between the fallen man and you, staring at your raised hands. Only Heartrenders can do such a thing, and everyone knows Heartrenders are monsters, the worst of the Grisha by far. Killers they are, killers and killers alone. There is no saving a person once they develop such a gift. That’s what you’ve been taught since you were small, and why you’ve kept this part of yourself hidden for so long.

You turn away quickly, mind already racing to come up with some sort of alibi you can use later. You had a poisoned dart. There was a knife in your hand, he just didn’t see it. Someone else shot at the separatist over your shoulder. There are a thousand and one reasons for the man to die, and none of them have to reveal what you are.

These reasons are of no use. When you look over your shoulder, you see the remaining six members of your party slowly congregating behind you. They must have been searching for Billy as well, and they’ve shown up just in time to learn what you really are.

You swallow hard, waiting for them to yell at you to leave or curse your name, but then Faraday leans back like he’s delivering a praise to the Saints and shouts:  “No way! Saints, that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. You’ve been holding out on us this whole damn time and you never said a thing? No wonder Sam liked you.”

Sam shakes his head slowly. “I never knew. Y/N’s just that good with or without using their abilities.”

Goodnight chuckles, the sound dry and rasping in his chest. “That was quite a show. You’ll have to do that more often, it’s a waste not to use that sort of talent.”

You listen to their heartbeats, training your abilities from man to man, but all of them beat steady. They’re not lying, then. They all have your back even after learning the truth about you. A weight releases itself from your shoulders, but it’s not fully gone. Not yet.

With the battle decidedly won, your group is finally able to relax. You all pitch in to start putting the town back to sorts again, and the hard work distracts you from what had just happened, for the most part. Once the day starts to settle, they head over to the closest bar. It’s mostly a wreck, but the owners are glad enough to be under their own leadership again that they pull out the surviving drinks and those who wish it are able to get as wasted as they so desire.

You’re not one of them, though. You’re not so sure that what you did today was cause for celebration. Instead, you find a quiet place somewhere on the porch of your inn, kick your legs up on the railing, and wonder how long it will take to forgive yourself for what you have done.

You’re fully expecting the remaining seven of you to be indoors in pursuit of shots both alcoholic and violent, so it comes as a surprise when you hear footsteps on the porch next to you. Seconds later, someone settles into a seat by your side.

“Not up for celebrating?” Billy asks you.

You sigh, letting the sound fade away into the distant choruses of the night before you answer at last. “Don’t think I’m the right person for it.”

He regards you curiously. “Is that because of the fighting overall, or what happened at the very end.”

You blow out a low breath. “You know, I’ve killed people before this. I rescued Sam from a shootout, like he said. I’ve run from place to place, and not all of those goodbyes were pretty ones. Still, I never killed someone with that. Not ever. It feels far worse, and I’m not sure why.”

“Never?” He asks. “I thought you’d used your abilities before, though.”

You frown at him. “Why’d you reckon that?” 

Something occurs to you about half a beat after you form the question. It had to do with the way Billy had looked at you after you saved his life earlier that day. He hadn’t been surprised in the way you’d expected, not like the rest. Almost like he knew it was coming.

“You knew, didn’t you?” You ask him. “You knew I was a Heartrender and you didn’t say anything. Why not?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t feel like my place to say. I figured you would have shared that during the introductions if it was something you wanted the others to know.”

You nod, accepting this. “How’d you know, then? If not by me saying something?”

A smile flickers tentatively onto his lips. “You move your hands slightly whenever you try to sense someone’s heartbeat. I could sense the rings on your fingers shift.”

You laugh incredulously. “No way, the rings? Saints, maybe I need to get rid of them if they blow my cover.”

Billy shakes his head. “I don’t know, I like them. Maybe I wouldn’t mind seeing one more someday.”

The way he says it makes your breath stick in your chest for a second longer than usual. There is an empty spot near the base of your ring finger on your left hand, but you never noticed it before now. It appears that he did, though. Maybe it was the first thing he looked for.

He clears his throat a moment later, not wanting the silence to linger. You hadn’t minded it, though. “You said you’d been to a lot of places. Were all your troubles based on the Heartrending business?”

You hug your arms tighter around yourself as you consider the question. You’ve never told anyone that you were a Heartrender before, obviously, so you’ve never had a chance to discuss it with anyone. That meant that your coping strategy was usually just to push things away and never think about them again, though. Suddenly, your past is stretched out before you, painful and new like a fresh wound.

“You know, my parents were the first ones to kick me out. They loved me right up until the point where they found out I was a monster. I was squabbling with some neighborhood kids and it wasn’t a problem until I pushed one of them down a hill without ever laying a finger on them. That’s when they knew that I was some sort of thing not even the Saints could love, and they sent me away. Guess they thought I’d end up being the worst thing everyone feared of a Heartrender, and today, I proved them right.”

“By doing what?” Billy’s voice is soft. “By saving your friends? By putting your life in harm’s way to protect strangers you never met before? If that’s their idea of a monster, I’d like to meet one of their Saints.”

His hand is still and calm on your shoulder, but you didn’t miss the way his entire body tensed when you mentioned what your parents had done to you, nor how he had to force his fingers to relax one by one.

You shiver slightly, but he doesn’t take away his hand, which you’re grateful for. “You never know. It was never a safe topic for me. I’ve always kept it a secret, but whenever other Grisha come to town, they can find me out if they’ve got other Corporalki amongst their numbers. All it takes is one question and everyone knows. I can hide from the Grisha testers or human amplifiers with a bit of paraffin and some white lies, but Grisha know other Grisha.”

Billy’s brow is furrowed. “Why don’t you go to the Little Palace, then, if you’re in need of safety?”

You scoff. “Oh, that’s nothing more than a dream. As if I’ve got the money to get me to Os Alta. The Little Palace’s for the good ones. I’m not interested in becoming one of their toy soldiers. I’m no charity case for the king to point to as proof of his benevolence. I’m just me. I wouldn’t fit in there any more than as a royal myself.”

Billy nods slowly, leaning back against his chair. “If you’re interested in a different sort of life, though, you could always come back with us. It’s not much. Cold most of the time. Not a lot of money to be had. You never get the blood or dirt out of your clothes. It’s us, though, and we’d have your back.”

“I’d go for you,” you tell him through a sudden rush of confidence.

You can hear his heart stutter in his chest. It’s sweet, makes you smile. Makes him kiss you. The moon rises overhead and you– you are happy. You haven’t felt something this complete in a while. It occurs to you at last that you are going to be okay. What a life to lead. All yours. All wonderful.

requested by @starlit-epiphany, i hope you enjoy!

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Headcanons + Drabble: How the Seven Admit Their Feelings For You (2016 Movie)

I did this same headcanon prompt for the Tv Series, you can find those -here-

Characters: Goodnight Robicheaux, Billy Rocks, Vasquez, Red Harvest, Sam Chisolm, and Joshua Faraday - All x GN!Readers *No Jack Horne, because though I like his character, I do not want to write a 'x reader' with him.

Warnings: A couple kisses (in Goodies, Vasquez, and Faradays), but that's about it.

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Goodnight Robicheaux:

Goodie is very forward with his feelings as soon as he realizes them, whether these feelings are just attraction or love.

He is flirtatious and charming as soon as you meet, but the second he realizes he has genuine feelings for you, he can't keep it buried.

Afraid to scare you off, he shows his feelings subtly at first, then becomes more affectionate over time.

Instead of casually calling you 'darling', he starts calling you 'sweetheart' or 'love'.

You notice that he will suddenly always be by your side, often shoulders brushing, or a casual hand brushing yours as he walks past.

He compliments you, helps you with anything you need, he is always there. But he is very good at not being stifling, he gives you your space.

You will catch him staring at you more often, and when you do he just smiles and winks.

He will kiss your knuckles/hand when leaving, or if he sees you again after some time apart.

You are unsure if he is just being flirtatious, or if he is being genuine, so you do not really react to any of it.

It does not take Goodie long to realize this, so he decides to catch you alone one day so he can reassure you of how genuine his feelings are.

Goodie smiled to himself as he found you alone, humming to yourself as you braided a new bridle for your horse. He felt a nervous flutter in his chest, but took a deep breath and made his way towards you.

"Well now, that's coming along beautifully." He commented as he sat beside you, running his fingers along part of the bridle.

You smiled at him, "Thank you."

Goodie watched you for a moment, his eyes gently exploring your profile, as he admired how delicate your skin looked.

Looking back up, you met his eyes and smiled softly, almost shyly. "Did you need something Goodnight?"

He smiled softly at you and shook his head, "No, just wanted to spend some time with you is all."

You felt your neck heat up a bit as you nervously looked back down at the bridle. Goodie smiled to himself, seeing how his words effected you.

He leaned in a little and whispered. "I lied."

You looked up and met his eyes again, feeling a jolt in your chest as you realized how close you were now.

"About what?" You asked, your voice also in a whisper.

"I do want something."

"What's that?"

A small smirk played at the edge of his lips. "I wanted to tell you something. Or, at least, reassure you of something."

You continued to look at him, without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

Goodie looked down at your hand, and reached over to grab it. Gently, he took your hand and brought it to his face, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

Your heart began beating rapidly, as your breath became uneven.

"I adore you." He said softly, and your breath hitched in your throat.

You let out a soft breath as you shook your head with a soft smile. "I never know if you are being genuine Goodie."

He frowned slightly but nodded his head. "I know. And that is entirely my fault. That's what I wanted to tell you, to reassure you that-" he squeezed your hand softly. "-I have never been more genuine."

Your eyes flicked to his hands holding yours, before you met his eyes. "Truly?"

He nodded as he brought your hand to his lips again "Truly."

His own heart fluttered as a smile spread across your face, "I suppose t's no secret i feel the same?"

He grinned "Not so much. But I love your transparency, it only makes me adore you even more."

You let out a soft laugh as you looked down at your feet shyly. Feeling a finger hook underneath your chin, Goodnight made you look up at him again.

He has a soft smile on his face as he leaned closer. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. His facial hair tickled your skin lightly as he did so.

Pulling away, he gently grazed his fingers across your cheek as you locked eyes, sharing in a silent revelation.

---

Billy Rocks:

Billy is very reserved and might be unsure of himself at first.

He notices how his eyes always seem to search for you, how he thinks of you when you are not around, and how he seems to gravitate towards you when you are.

It was Goodie who first suggested that maybe it was because Billy was developing strong feelings for you.

Billy took this to heart and started to pay more attention to how he felt around you.

He started to notice how your presence affected him.

How your presence made his heart beat faster, how your smile sent butterflies through his stomach, how your laugh made him smile.

He felt stupid for not having noticed how much you effected him earlier.

But once he did notice, the thought of you drove him crazy, and he couldn't help but constantly think of how happy he would be if you were with him.

Billy would often think that you would not see him that way, but one day when he caught your eyes and you smiled brightly at him, he thought, maybe he was wrong.

And there was only one real way of finding out.

Billy's heart continued to beat rapidly as he began to follow you. You were heading toward the stream just outside the town. This could be the perfect moment to tell you how he felt.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle his anxiety. He slowed down as he watched you dip down, running your hand through the stream.

As you began to gather water into a few canteens, you heard a crunch of leaves and looked back. You saw Billy standing a few feet behind you, hat in his hands.

You smiled at him, feeling butterflies flutter through your stomach. "Hello Billy."

He smiled awkwardly as he took a few steps closer. "I'm sorry if I startled you."

You stood and smiled, shaking your head. "You didn't." Noticing how fidgety he seemed, you began to grow a bit worried.

Turning fully toward him, you frowned a bit. "Is something wrong Billy?"

He shook his head softly. "No, nothing is wrong, I just... have something to say."

You felt your heart jolt out of surprise and anxiety, as your ears began to burn. What could he need to say that would make him so nervous? You waited for him to speak, holding your canteen in front of your chest as you fiddled with the strap.

Taking a few steps closer to you, he looked around to make sure you were alone, as he rotated his hat nervously in his hands. Feeling a bit frustrated at his own sudden awkwardness, he let out a frustrated breath before he met your eyes again.

"I like you, Y/n." As he paused, he watched your face for some form of reaction. He felt his worries lessen a little as he saw your lip quirk up into a small smile.

"You like me?" You questioned softly as you remained still.

Billy took another step towards you as he nodded "I do. Very much." Taking another tentative step closer, he was only a few feet away from you now "And I thought, that maybe, if you felt the same as me-" another step closer, he was right in front of you now, his eyes drilling into yours. "That we could-"

He stopped unsure of how to continue as he stood right in front of you now. You were so close, that his hands, still holding his hat, brushed against yours as you held your canteen in front of you.

"That we could...be together?" You finished tentatively, your voice soft, shy.

He nodded softly as his eyes scanned your face "Yes." Stretching out a single finger, he gently caressed your hand.

You repressed a grin, but smile softly at him, "I do feel the same Billy."

You saw a quick moment of surprise flash across his face before a small smile stretched across it. "Good."

Your smile widened a bit as his hand gently wrapped around yours. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed a kiss to the back of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

---

Vasquez:

Vasquez was a flirt, and he was attracted to many people.

But there was something about you that made him feel different.

He was the one who made people blush, or giggle. He was the one who caused butterflies in peoples stomachs.

However, when you complimented him, he blushed. When he would make you laugh, he felt proud. When you walked into the room, his heart would flutter.

You made him feel the way he always tried to make you feel.

You didn't see him as a scary outlaw, you saw him as a brave man who did what he needed to to stay alive.

You would listen to him, talk to him, help him. And he was not used to it. Not used to someone caring about him.

He adored you and it did not take much for him to realize it.

What scared him as that you did not want more with him, that you did not want him as much as he wanted you.

So Vasquez decided to wait, to watch, to see if he could find out just how you felt.

And one day, when you all showed up in a new town, it wasn't long before a local started flirting with you.

Vasquez was jealous, he was angry.

But he was glad when you seemed to shoo that man away, and he was ecstatic, when you came to him to find shelter from other's attentions.

Vasquez's eyes never left your face as you settled in the stool beside him. You let out a breath and Vasquez smiled.

A grin spread across his face. "Not enjoying your new found attention Abejita?"

You smiled to yourself as used his nickname for you, 'little bee', harmless unless threatened, cute but dangerous.

You met his eyes "Who could enjoy the garbage coming out of that mans mouth? Tell me Vasquez, do all men think that insulting someone makes them seem irresistible?"

You saw the smile on his face falter "He insulted you?"

You shrugged a little "I think he thought he was complimenting me, but all he really called me was desperate."

"Said the spider to the fly." Vasquez hissed as he looked back over his shoulder at the man. "What will you do if he bothers you again?"

"Same thing I just did." You said simply.

Looking over at you, you smiled softly "You think he's gonna come bother me if I'm with you?"

A smile slowly spread across his face as he leaned his head a little closer "So you came to me to for safety?"

You let out a soft chuckle, "Well I know how you like having your ego stroked."

He gave you a sly smile and chuckled "You coming to be with me is the highest form of compliment amor."

You felt your heart palpitate, "'Amor', that's a new one." You said softly as you stared down at the counter, trying to sound more amused than sheepish.

Vasquez felt a jolt of pride and courage as he could see how calling you 'love' effected you. His eyes grazed over your profile as he hungrily took it in. Leaning in just a little more he smiled softly as he gently ran his finger under your chin, making you look over at him, obviously perplexed.

"Now you know you you make me feel."

You let out a soft laugh "What?"

"Those butterflies in your stomach? That's how I always feel around you amor."

His voice and gaze was unusually soft, and you could tell he was not joking. Your heart began fluttering faster.

You smiled softly. "I never imagined you having butterflies."

"Only for you" He quickly replied.

"Is that so?" You said with an amused smile, wondering how truthful he was being.

Your voices were soft, almost whispers, your faces not far apart as your eyes seemed locked on each other. You saw his eyes flick to your lips, so fast you almost missed it.

"It is so, and new. I'm not used to this feeling."

"What feeling is that?"

Vasquez's lip quirked up a bit, you were forcing him to admit it, you needed to hear it to believe it.

He shook his head softly "I do not know what it's called. But I know what it will become." He paused, letting the silent tension rise a bit, he looked at your lips again, for longer this time. Locking his eyes with yours again he spoke in a whisper. "Love."

"You seem certain." You wanted him to be, just as much as you were.

Reaching out, he gently caressed your face with his fingers, "I am."

"And how do you feel about that?"

Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, quick, yet perfect. He smiled softly, and whispered "Ready."

---

Red Harvest:

I think a lot of people would expect Red Harvest to not really understand his own feelings.

But I think it's the opposite.

He knows exactly what he feels, when he feels it.

He just does not act on it until he knows it is the right thing to do.

And when he realizes he has developed feelings for you, he is unsure of when the right moment would be to tell you this. Or if there was a right moment at all.

He had never been more unsure of himself, as when he realized he cared for you like that.

Red Harvest admires your bravery and strength, and adores your laugh and your kindness.

Too caught up in how he feels, he often misses the signs that you feel the same.

When Sam makes a passing comment about it one day, Red Harvest realizes that maybe now was the right moment after all.

"You should go with Y/n." Sam said casually as he and Red Harvest watched you preparing your horse to go to the nearest town to get supplies.

Red Harvest felt his heart palpitate, but he ignored it. "Why?" He asked bluntly.

Sam looked at him from the corner of his eye, before he began to turn and head back into the safe house. "Because they want you to."

Red watched Sam for a moment before he looked back over at you, watching as you began to mount your horse. Should he go with you? You would get to be alone for a while. Just the two of you.

As you turned to look back at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. You smiled softly. "I'll be back soon."

Before you could ride off, he called out "Wait."

Looking back at him in mild surprise, you waited as he remained silent for a moment.

"Can I come with you?" He asked tentatively.

You watched him for a moment before you smiled and nodded "Of course."

Red Harvest chastised himself continuously the longer he didn't say anything. He allowed you to speak, and replied when necessary. He enjoyed listening to you talk, and he had every intention of telling you how he felt. But now, as you were on your way back to the safe house, and he had said nothing, he was angry with himself.

Looking over at you, he admired your profile as you looked out ahead of you. You could feel his gaze on you, and your heart fluttered in your chest. You often caught him watching you, and you could only wish it meant what you wanted it to.

You were caught off guard when he spoke, breaking the silence that had been surrounding you for nearly twenty minutes.

"I enjoy riding with you. We should do it more often."

You looked over at him and smiled brightly, "I agree, I like it too." Your eyes locked for a moment and you felt an almost unbearable tension in your chest. "It's much nicer than the constant bickering between Faraday and Vasquez." You added quickly, trying to break the tension you thought you alone felt.

Red Harvest continued to watch you, even as you looked away. Not even he could miss the way you seem to be effected by his comment, or the tension that rose between you in that moment.

Stopping his horse, he watched as you stopped just ahead, turning back to look at him.

"Whats wrong?" You asked, looking around quickly, wondering if he saw something.

Silently, he got down from his horse, and you watched him in confusion. His eyes stayed locked on you as he walked over to your horse, looking up at you.

Lifting his hand up, you understood he wanted you to get down as well. Your heart was hammering in your chest as confusion washed over you. What was happening? Did he see something, hear something?

Getting off your horse, you felt him gently grab your waist to steady you as you did so. As you stood, he was directly in front of you, his eyes still locked with yours, as his hand still rested on your waist.

There was a moment of still silence, as the tension from before grew. Finally, Red Harvest spoke, his voice soft. "I enjoy being with you."

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you struggled to find your voice for a moment. "I enjoy being with you too." You finally said softly.

You felt your body freeze as he slowly lifted his hand, and cupped your face. His eyes darted around your face before he met your eyes again. "I did not know what this path would lead me too. But I think, it was you."

As you smiled, he gently, ran his thumb across your lips and you saw the ghost of a smile on his face. The silence engulfing you was no longer tense, but comfortable, electric, the beginning of a new path together.

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Sam Chisholm:

Sam has a great understanding of how he feels. And he is an advocate for not keeping it too himself.

He is also very good at reading other people, and knows you feel the same.

However, chances are, you are younger than him. Or better than him in ways he can't explain. And that throws him off a bit.

You should be with someone your age, or someone more like you, someone who would not drag you into danger like he does.

So he tries to do the honorable thing, and push his feelings aside, waiting for the day when you find someone else. Someone who could be better for you.

But God, is it hard.

When every time he sets his eyes on you, his heart flutters.

The sound of your voice is music to his ears, and your laugh is his favorite sound in the world.

And God forbid, if someone else shows an interest in you. It takes everything in his power not to scare them off.

But you do it for him. You never show any interest in anyone one else.

Sam notices this, and can't help but feel relieved.

Eventually, he can no longer push those feeling aside. And starts to run out of excuses, so he gives in.

As the locals continued to dance, and you refused yet another dance with someone for the umpteenth time in the night, Sam felt his chest clench. He was glad you were not dancing with anyone else, as he knew how it would made him feel. But, he did want to see you dance.

Standing up a bit straighter, he took a breath. If he wanted to see you dance, he might as well do it himself. Though, what if you said no to him too?

As he walked over to you, he felt his lips curl as you saw him and smiled. Stopping in front of you, he smiled softly "Now why is it that you are refusing to dance tonight Y/n?"

He saw you struggle for an answer for a moment before you shrugged lightly "Can't find the right partner I suppose."

There was something in your tone that told him what he wanted to hear, as a soft smile crossed his face. Slowly, he reached out his hand "I suppose you wouldn't want to dance with me then?"

Your eyes glanced down at his hand as you smiled softly. Looking back up as him, you tilted your head a bit before a soft, almost teasing smile graced your face, making his heart flutter.

You spoke as you placed your hand on top of his "Then you would be wrong Sam Chisholm."

He grinned down at you as he began to lead you out onto the dance floor "There aren't many times I'm glad in being wrong you know."

"There aren't many times you are wrong period." You said with a soft chuckle as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders as you danced. You were glad the current song being played was slow, so you could talk.

"Is that so?" He asked teasingly. "As I recall, I was wrong about that lawyer in the last town not being in on the heists going on."

You shrugged your head lightly "True, but you were right about the ring leader when no one else was, so I think that balanced it out."

He smiled as he hummed a bit. You chuckled softly "You can't think of any other times recently can you?"

His smile widened a bit "Well these is one thing I'm afraid I might be wrong about."

"What's that?"

"You." He said softly, staring into your eyes.

"Me?"

"Mhm."

"What are you afraid you are wrong about Sam?" Something was telling you, you already knew. But you'd hate to jump to a conclusion that would break your heart.

"Us." He said softly. Seeing your eyes widen slightly, he continued. "I'm afraid I read us wrong. Afraid I'm wrong in believing you feel the same way I do."

Your heart was beating quickly as your eyes refused to leave his. "Do you have feelings for me Sam?"

He nodded softly. "I do."

A small smile crept along your face as you shook your head ever-so-slightly "Then you aren't wrong."

His heart fluttered in his chest as his smile remained wide. Pulling you a bit closer as you continued to dance, he whispered softly as e stared into yours eyes lovingly, glad he finally took a chance on you.

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Joshua Faraday:

Faraday has commitment issues.

He is a love 'em and leave 'em sort of guy.

Until he meets you.

At first he thinks it is the normal physical attraction he has for most attractive people.

But then you get to know each other, and he starts to find you attractive in more ways than one.

You make him laugh, you challenge him, you can take his shit and give it back in equal measure.

Once he realizes that he has genuine feelings for you, he is terrified. That does not happen, not to him.

So he ignores it, but, not surprisingly, he fails miserably.

But he pushes forward, telling himself he's not the type of fall in love, and be with one person forever.

He tries to hide his feelings, with other people.

But the second someone shows interest, he feels immeasurable guilt, and even feels extremely uncomfortable to receive or give affection to someone that's not you.

That finally makes him realize, you are the only one in his mind, and his heart.

Confiding in Sam, he helps him realize that this type of thing doesn't happen that often, and he'd be a fool to let it pass by.

So he swallows his pride, shoves away his fears, and decides to tell you how he feels.

Faraday stared at your hotel room door for what felt like hours before he finally knocked. Part of him hoped you weren't inside, that he could turn and run, but when he heard you call out for him to come in, he felt his heart start hammering.

You looked up to see Faraday open your door. You were a bit surprised as you expected it to be Sam.

You smiled at him "Hey Faraday."

"Hey." He greeted with an awkward smile as he stayed standing in the open doorway.

You frowned "You gonna come in, or..."

Seeing him come to his senses he quickly stepping inside and closed the door. He scratched his ear as he looked around.

"You need something or are you just bored?"

"Bored." He said and nodded, "Bar's closed for repairs."

You nodded as you watched him curiously. He adjusted the blanket at the end of your bed before wandering over to the window and looking out.

"Nice day today, not too hot."

"Okay, Faraday, what's going on?"

Spinning around he looked at you with mild alarm and a questioning gaze.

"You never just show up for small talk, and you are really bad at it. So, I'm assuming you are here for something else."

Straightening up, you watched as he started playing with his hat as he held it. "Yeah, right, that. Uhm, yeah, I did have something I wanted to say, but, uh, I can't seem to- to find the words."

Was he...nervous? You watched him closely as he stared at the floor, seemingly trying hard to think of what to say.

Glancing over at you, he nodded his head a bit "I'll come back later."

You watched with bewilderment as he marched to your door and grabbed the door handle before stopping. He let out a sigh before he turned back around, staring at you in silence.

You blinked a few times as you watched him. "Faraday?" You questioned softly.

"I'm not good at this." He blurted out.

"Not good at what?"

"I'm not good, at telling people how I feel."

You almost smiled, but pushed it down "I would be lying if I said I didn't notice that." Standing up, you took a step closer to him, his eyes on you closely. "But if it helps, if you have something you need to get off your chest, I wont tell anyone. We're friends Joshua, you can tell me anything."

His heart leapt a bit as he took a breath "That's the problem. Us being friends, I mean."

You frowned a bit, unsure if you should be offended, or hopeful of where this conversation was turning.

"I don't want to be friends, I mean, just friends. I want to be more than that, but...I've never..."

You spoke softly "You've never been in a serious relationship." You knew this about him, it was something he had previously been proud of, but now you weren't so sure.

He nodded softly, "I've never felt serious about anyone. Until I met you that is. I thought that is wasn't for me so I ignored it, but anytime I-I flirted with someone else, or someone else came onto me, i felt...wrong. Because, you are all I want."

You had noticed his change in demeanor around others recently. He didn't flirt as heavily with people he met. He didn't even seem to consider propositions he would get. You wondered what changed, hoping it maybe had something to do with you, but you were never sure, until now.

You smiled at him as you took another step closer. "I feel the same about you Joshua. I was just waiting for you to see it too."

His anxiety faded as he smiled down at you, relief settled in his chest. His eyes dated around your face as you smiled at him. Stepping closer, meeting you, he brought his hand up to your face as his eyes traced your lips.

"I'm not used not being such a coward."

You giggled softly "You're not a coward Joshua, just a little scared of something new."

Gently stroking your face his voice got softer "I am afraid, but I ain't gonna run. Not anymore."

"Good to hear it." You smiled.

Leaning down, he met your lips in a kiss. The fear and uncertainty in his chest fading as he was met with certainly and safety in your arms.

xx End xx

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Youthful Hearts

Part one

Series summary: Readers new around town, and therefore doesnt know the place or people. However, she ends up befriending the most chaotic people she could find.

Warnings: Idk let me know if u spot any. (Also this isn’t historically correct bc i want it my way ig).

Pairing: Billie Joe X Fem!Reader

A/N: Alright so I’m bored and I’m gonna apparently explore different fandoms, cause heres a Billie Joe fic. However I lowkey dont know where to go with this fic so I’ll only post this part for now, and to my surprise there isn’t a lot of fics within this fandom..

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On a regular day at the week you found yourself in a whole new place. You were actually here for studying, but it was gonna be a long year if you didn’t make any friends or connections at all. Now, making new friends isn’t all that easy, which is why at first you settled with s cat. A male cat who would keep you company. He was cuddly, but also took care of himself, like all cats pretty much do.

But at one point you had to face the fact that you didn’t do well without social contact. Yes, you still called back home, not only to your family but also friends. But who would be there for you when you hung up? Exept for your cat of course.

You really didn’t know how to meet new people. What kind of communities were there in your area? And how did you join?

For being a 21 year old, on your own in a new place, you really hoped that there was communities for your age. And interests. One to mention could be music. Music means a lot to many people, including you.

You pondered and wondered but you just physically couldn’t come up with anything. So you gave up.

A week later, walking down a street you weren’t familiar with. You were on your way home, and unfortunately couldn’t go the way you always did, when coming home from a long day at your school. You weren’t all to familiar with your surroundings yet, and therefore mostly only felt safe walking the known path, you had to walk pretty much every day.

But this time you were stressed out because the path you always walk, was unfortunately closed down. In a sense that an accident had happened, down that specific street. Ambulances and police cars parked down that street, with flashing lights everywhere. You knew you couldn’t just find your way around, but you tried walking down other Streets to see if anything was looking familiar.

But you only got more stressed as you felt completely lost. Your mind was racing with a thousands thoughts at once. What was gonna happen now? You were starting to get sweaty under your jacket, which was even more frustrating cause it was already hot outside. You wore a dark coloured summer jacket, cause every now and then the summer breeze would hit, in such a relieving way. But instead of standing and not knowing what to do you kept walking around. Walking down a street where you a bunch young people hanging around. It was little funny, so hang on here.

By a pair of stairs, leading down into what normally would look like a shop. But you could tell this wasn’t a shop. A few youths sitting or standing by the stairs, chilling. Most of them with a cigarette in between their fingers.

You hesitated walking down the street, because not only did this look like a closed off space, but you weren’t that well around people your age. Why? Not sure, but maybe its the way its so easy to get wronged by people you thought would understand you.

At first you thought you’d just walk past them, but what if you had to go past them again, cause you walked in the wrong direction, like you’ve been doing for some time now. Your stomach churned.

You then decided to go up and ask them for directions, since it was probably what you should’ve done for so long now.

You probably looked extremely nervous walking up to them by the way your lips curved into an awkward smile, and your slightly shaky voice.

“Uhm..Hello. I’m new around here and I seem to be a little lost..” You were trying to explain your situation as you were facing completely new humans. From what you could tell they were all men. It only made you more nervous to talk to them, as you also took in completely new appearences.

Most of them had unnatural hair colours. Blue and green. Tattoos and piercings. By a first impression, you’d think they were open-minded. And you tried to calm yourself with that. Maybe they wouldn’t judge you, like you always worried would happen anyways.

You felt like they had such an intense gaze but when a stranger approaches you, that will probably be an outcome.

“Yeah so, this is the street I’m headed.” You pulled out a piece of paper from your pocket. A piece of paper you had kept on you ever since you moved in, because of the fear of exactly this scenario.

One of the guys with with a tatto on his arm, and an earring hanging from his earlobe tried to reach out for it before one the others snatched it out of your grip. You took a look at the guy who tried, but failed. His hair was dark but not black. Quite lighter actually. And he was probably the tallest one, but you couldn’t exactly tell when most of them were sitting down. His face had a few sharp features. Like the shape of his face was sharp and somewhat bony. He had a long nose and a long face in general. His hair was messy.

He gave the other nameless guy a look, which you couldn’t read. You figured it was just normal teasing among friends.

The man holding and reading the piece of paper, was the one sitting on the top step of the stairs. His hair was blue, a quite bright one.

He read it, as the other ones let their eyes get a glimpse of the writing. He stood up and you could tell that he was definitely shorter than the other one. Now you got a better look at his face. His eyebrows were a bit long and black. His face oval and his eyes were green. But you noticed how he had small dark circles under his eyes, and you yourself knew what that was like. He probably didn’t get that much sleep, and if he did it wasn’t enjoyable.

He started explaining the directions for you but you could barely keep up. You had never been good at directions, or finding your way around. You really tried to understand, and you didn’t wanna make a fool of yourself.

You felt like giving up and just letting yourself wander around for hours again. But what good would that do? When he was done explaining he was looking at you. His eyes squinted from the suns rays. Which made a Line appear between his eyebrows, and a subtle scrunched nose. You gave him an awkward smile and shrugged. “Thank you for the help.” You said, but he could sense the insecurity beaming out of you.

“Alright, come here.” He walked down to the end of the street as you followed behind. When he reached the corner, he started pointing to a bunch of directions while explaining. You were finally understanding, and he gave you back the piece of paper. “No problem.” He replied after you thanked him a second time. He kept standing for a moment by the end of the street, watching you for a few seconds as you made your way home. He turned away, and walked back to where he came from.

His friends had been joking around, and sounds of laughter escaped the young men. He sat down by stairs again, as one of his friends shoved him. “Should’ve asked for her nummer while you were at it.” A goofy tone echoed in his friends voice.

“Yeah, you snapped that piece of paper so quickly, I didn’t stand a chance.” His other friend joked along.

The blue haired guy shook his head, and reached for his friends cigarette box. “Hey!” He exclaimed in protest, but didn’t snatch it back. “You owe me now.” He gave a faint smile, and lit the cigarette with a black lighter.

For you, you couldn’t shake off the fact that this was the longest and most helpful conversation you had had in your everyday life outside of school yet. Not only that, but they were interesting guys. They looked different and probably on purpose. And to be honest they were interesting to you. What a bummer this is how it went.

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if anyone is actually interested and wants a part more let me know (: also there’s probably spelling mistakes sorry! English is not my first language guys. I’ll probably right one anyway but at the same time i would need something to be motivated for like be fr.

You can find the other parts here

[lottiette]

Hi honey, I've been following you for a while, I love your fics, spending hours reading them. I wanted to ask you, if it's okay with you and you have time, if you would like to write another fanfiction about hort, it's so underrated, I love you, have a good day<3

Hort X Ever! Reader

Authors note: Hi Libraia thank you so much for your request! I love Hort so much I’d die for him. I hope this writing is to your liking. I know that I’m super irregular with my writing it’s because I’m lazy and never have any ideas. But hope you enjoy. I love you to have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

Warning: Book Hort/Movie Hort, swearing. Not proofread. I think that’s it.

- He first saw you at that bullshit Ever/Never meeting thing. Where the Ever boys performed and stuff.

- He saw you and a spark lit his Never heart.

- He didn’t think an Ever would ever capture his eye, but you…you were so sweet and pure. You had a genuine smile on your face.

- Of course that was only a fantasy to Hort. You would never even notice him. He was a weasel Never boy, and you were an Ever, a princess/prince who would find a perfect prince/princess.

- That was until one day at lunch. He was getting picked on for being a weasel boy who couldn’t do more than sprout two hairs of a wolf.

“What a loser.” “Sad excuse for a Never. You couldn’t scare a fly-“ The hog boy who was spouting bullshit of insults in the weasel boy’s face got hit with something. He turns around to see you standing there. “Did you throw something at me?” He growls in hatred. You throw another rock at him. “Why you-“ and another. “HEY STO-“ oh. That one got him right in his third eye. He is bleeding. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING NOTHING BUT A BIG BULLY!” You scream. The hog boy doesn’t like that. He starts charging at you. You scream naturally, and start running. Right as the hog boy is about to grab you Hort punches him right in his big borish face. Now you’re both running. Eventually you find yourselves hiding under a bridge like hide. You stick out your hand with a smile, “I’m (Name)”

- Hort sees the nicest Ever, ever.

- He couldn’t believe that you had did that for him. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, but you stood up for him.

- From that point on Hort is even more hopelessly devoted to you. He is going to protect you from everything he can.

- He’s the big bad wolf to your riding hood (Ever After High Red)

- You eat lunch with him from that point forward.

- Of course the hog boy did come back for a round two. You guys run each time to the same spot. Until it just gets old and you punch hog boy so hard he sees star. He leaves y’all alone after that.

- Hort does the little things for you. Opens your drinks/snacks. Get you anything you want. Helps you study, does your homework. All that stuff.

- He has an ANYTHING for you mindset. And “ANYTHING” means ANYTHING! From cookie to murder. He’ll do it.

- Being in a relationship with him is very loving.

- He looks at you like you put the moon in the sky.

- He’ll support anything you do. Any hobbies, traits, or anything whatever you do.

- He likes to give you feather kisses. Like little pepper flakes.

- And LOVES cuddles. Doesn’t matter where or when he wants to be touching you. He’ll pull you into him whenever.

- Not until later into the relationship will he touch your ass. He’s not going to smack it. He has the ultimate high respect for you. He will NOT be touching without your permission.

- And even if he does get your permission he’ll be reluctant to touch you that way. He’ll be a blushing boy

- If anyone else touches you they won’t have hands to touch you with anymore.

- He will not play around when it comes to your safety.

- All the Ever boys/girls trying to flirt with you, he hates it.

- He already thinks you’re too good for him but he knows that anyone else isn’t good enough for you.

- He might get a bit insecure sometimes because he will get in his head and start thinking that maybe you should be with an Ever. That maybe they can treat you better. (They can’t)

- He’s possessive. He wants you to himself because he doesn’t trust anyone else and he isn’t losing you.

- He’s not leaving you. No matter how sad or mad you are.

- He’s not going to be the best at comforting you when sad because he’s never really experienced that but he’ll try. He wants to punch and kill your problems and he will if he can but if not he’ll cuddle you and sniff your hair.

- I think that he likes to bring you trinkets like “oh a pretty rock” or “oh a butterfly wing” just little things he finds he wants to give to you.

- I think he likes to have his hair played with.

- You two have to sneak out to meet each other.

- Most nights under the moon in the forest are more magical than the one before it. You two lay in the grass just holding onto each other and telling the other about all the things they’ve missed and whatever else

- Just let him sniff your hair, hold you, steal your items occasionally, and he’ll be just fine.

- He promises you that one day he’ll get you out of the bullshit school and give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

[hwang-inhosb1tch]

I always thought he looked like one of those red dead redemption characters in Magnificent 7..

Never had a thing for cowboys and now here I am.

[just1riqht]

where’s the Tre Cool fanfiction

[ilovebeingmatchedup]

Hi! I’m Frankee or Kenny. I go by xae/he/they/honk. Please use them!!

I do imagines, headcanons, matchups, mood boards, fanfics, and any other requests!

My main fandom right now is Chuck E. Cheese/RAE, but I am willing to do any other fandom!

I TAKE:

- sfw

- fluff

-oc x canon

- anything not too icky!!

I WILL NOT TAKE:

- NSFW

- minor x adult

-any icky stuff >:(

-anything triggering to anyone

Thank you for checking out my page!! This will be updated as the time goes. Masterlist will be posted soon :)

[paulaarcem]

hey this is my billie playlist (almost all of her songs)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1cxnSHRRGuWVnBf6kUgrSH?si=aT13kZnCRGWXC6H8Cz7yjA&pi=u-qXdRmUTqTBqp

[alien-4-life]

i spent an hour on this,better be worth it

(The guy is Billie joe Armstrong) AM SO BAD AT DRAWING I DONT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I DREW DIGITALLY SO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME IN MONTHS MAYBE A YEAR🙏