#and probably make frank mad jealous

[candy-heart-brew]

Something that I think has been overlooked in all the hubub surrounding Eddie is the way Howdy treats his brother Latter during Holiday Hullabaloo. Quite frankly, he treats his brother quite similarly to how he treats Eddie- with dismissal at best and outright derision at worst. But while Eddie just gets shooed away when he tries to interact with Howdy, Latter is ignored, insulted, and outright pushed out of sibling time altogether. While some of this could be considered just standard sibling teasing, we get an immediate contrast with Howdy's clear adoration of his sister and vocal preference of his brother-in-law, which Latter immediately notices. Why is he treating his own brother that way when Latter clearly loves him and wants to spend time with him? Sure, his poetry is a little over-the-top but Howdy's treatment seems to go past simple annoyance as he makes it very clear that the only reason he's even tolerating him is because it's a holiday. So what's up there?

When looking at Latter in comparison to the rest of the family, he's clearly different from all the other men there. He wears his hair in a long ponytail rather than the short and spiffy style his male relatives wear, is far more emotional and openly affectionate than them, pursues artistry instead of business, and just generally carries himself in a distinctly non-masculine way similarly to Eddie. While Eddie isn't quite as feminine as Latter, he's also very affectionate, artistic, sensitive, and just generally doesn't fit the mold of what people say a man is "supposed to be." Both of them carry traits that are often looked down upon in men, especially back in the 60s-70s, and so they're treated as pariahs. Pushed aside, even when amongst family, and treated as an annoyance. Unwanted. Unneeded.

Anyways, that's my essay on why Latter and Eddie should be friends!

[royakahoshiart]

I saw an artist make a post "new chapter in a nutshell" where Aoi looked disgusted like. Hello do we read the same manga she was so jealous of Nene, was mad at him for leaving, blushed at his confession and her face when teru told her she wasn't the Aoi he Ioved kmggg

AKANE WASN'T LIKE THAT WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER?? WHY WOULD HE BE LIKE THAT NOW!! IT WAS FUNNY AT FIRST BUT NOW ITS ENOUGH.

Not gonna lie all those people who say aoiaoi isn't canon make me laugh because:

.1 AOI confirmed her feelings for him,

.2 She looked DISTRAUGHT when Akane and Lemon got together,

.3 She does not wanna date Teru but Akane in canon.

The hate aoiaoi is so ridiculous, they even block people for it.

So many people followed me on twitter but blocked me when they realised I shipped aoiaoi??? Just let me like what I want it's not a proship.

Urgghh I feel like that thread about aoiaoi didn't get enough attention. I should post it here too.

Almost nobody of the 900+ people who liked it actually understand what they read. It's so annoying people on tbhktiktok and tbhtwt are insufferable.

Aougn hear me out... Akane respecting boundaries In this timeline he didn't confess to her anymore because she told him not to since she was engaged, that's why she looked so surprised when Akane confessed to her.

Meanwhile in the og timeline it's CANON that she told him to keep confessing.

She probably did that so one day he would get tired and give up on her since she think he could never love her true self.

Also how dare someone say it was exaggerated of Aoi to go to the far shore just cause she felt different SHE WAS FUCKING DRUGGED SHE WAS DRUGGED DID YOU NOT READ THE FUCKING MANGA. Aoi was conscious she was just drugged to make her remaining reasons to stay in the near shore get cut off.

Like getting your reasons to live stolen away.

I'm legit thinking that Aoi might be like Mafuyu from pjsk to be frank, both have a mask and wanted to disappear, it's like they can't say a character wants to die. I'm not saying Aoi IS I'm saying she could be, after all there are some signs, not as clear as kou's but still signs.

[palindrome-mystery]

I know I'm late to the game but I started reading Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus and am now about half way through House of Hades and am constantly being thrown off by how mean people are to Nico.

Not action-wise, people are more or less cordial to him, but thought-wise they are complete jerks. The characters thoughts about Nico are always like he's creepy, makes them uneasy, and the poor geriactric teenager has done nothing to deserve that. He's just existing and people are hating on him.

Percy wanted to "wring the kids neck" for not telling him he knew who Percy was when he had amnesia, even though at that time Percy knew about Hera/Juno's exchange student plan and Nico telling him would have ruined the Greek/Roman plan from the start. And Percy had also been frustrated at Nico for "not crawling away faster" from the Titans after nearly dying in the bronze jar and waking up from a death trance. Have some compassion!

Frank wanted to drop kick him into a canal because Hazel breathed in poison. He was more mad at Nico than the actual monster for what reason?!

And Percy and Annabeth had (seemingly unintentionally albeit) spread rumors about Nico to Piper and Jason. Annabeth told Piper she thought Nico had a crush on Annabeth from the time she helped rescue him and his sister, and that tainted Piper's view of him a bit thinking Nico might be jealous of Percy. And although the PJO series is only from Percy's perspective so possible unreliable narrator at that time, but there was no hint Nico had a crush on Annabeth in those books so Annabeth speculating that seemed weird. (Nico did blush quite a bit during a convo with Juniper the Nymph and Percy in book 5, but that was probably because of Percy... I may not have gotten to that part in the series yet but I've seen enough fanart to know who Nico had a crush on at that time).

And Percy had told Jason he didn't know where Nico's loyalties lie?! Like the kid tricked you ONE TIME to get Hades to tell him about his life pre-memory-wipe and who his mom had been. Nico had said multiple times (with various levels of distress) that Hades had promised not to hurt Percy and let him go but the kid didn't know about making people swear on the River Styx to bind a promise at the time. He then went against his father, busted Percy out of Underworld jail, got him to the River Styx to get the invincible Achilles curse, and stayed in the Underworld to try to get Hades to join the battle of Manhattan because Percy told him to even though Nico had told him how scared he was of his dad because he had JUST betrayed his dad for Percy 2 minutes ago! AND THEN NICO SHOWS UP TO THE BATTLE OF MANHATTAN WITH NOT 1 BUT 3 GODS! Nico convinced not only his dad Hades, but also his step-mom Persephone and step-grandma Demeter (both of whom did not like him as Hades's affair child) to join the battle! AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HIS LOYALTY LIES PERCY?!

I've seen the fanart and know things get better for Nico eventually, but can these "heroes" treat the poor geriatric teenager with just basic kindness?!

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

Do you think he was ever in love with Bedelia like he was in love with Will? I ask this because Bedelia says they were both the "brides of Hannibal". But Hannibal never courted her like he did with Will, Bedelia came into Hannibal's life much before Will but he never pursued her like he did with Will.  Mads said he wanted a future with Will unlike with other people he hooked up with Alana, Bedelia or Anthony. He took her to Italy as a consolation prize when Will betrayed him. Even in Italy H was pining about Will all the time and telling Bedelia how much he loves Will.  I know he slept with Bedelia but he probably slept with Anthony too and he slept with Alana, Hannibal is a hedonistic guy who sleeps around. For him  sleeping with someone doesn't mean he is in love with them.  On the other hand he took a bullet for Will, went to prison for years for Will, made a human heart for Will, jumped off a cliff for Will, committed a whole massacre for Will. But when Will confronts Bedelia, she pretends as if Hannibal held them in the same regard which is obviously not true. Hannibal would choose Will over her in a heart beat and even she knows it  but yet she acts as if Hannibal sees them both equally. I don't understand why? 😭 Why do you think?why make herself seem like a competition when she is not?

Hmm, this is a very tricky question! Anon, you might have sent me the same ask twice, since I received two that are worded exactly the same, so if I will be answering both here. Answer is under the cut, because it is LONG.

Though Hannibal wore his 'person suit' around Bedelia, I believe there is a connection between them. Even with the suit on, he allowed her to see many different parts of him, parts no one else got to see. He was gushing about Will to her, before he realized he loved Will. He allowed himself to be vulnerable in ways in front of her, and when he fled after Mizumono, he went to her house. He might have assumed she wasn't coming back, but it wouldn't be a stretch to say he smelled her on Jack or Alana at some point, so he knew she was back. He knew she would return home. I think he took her to Italy so he wouldn't be alone, so there would be someone knew him and had seen behind the veil still with him.

For Hannibal, I think sex is not a 'sacred' thing. In ways, it could be seen as another way of taking part of someone, and I think he views it very casually. Everyone has basic needs, and there's nothing wrong with satisfying those needs. Looking at it that way, while I think he was jealous that Margot got to share that with Will and conceived a child with him, which he could never do with Will, I don't think it totally mattered to him in the end (I believe he never intended for the baby to die, that he told Mason in an attempt to protect Margot, not because he was jealous). After all, he was sleeping with Alana, and I don't think it was to make Will jealous, it was because he had a need and Alana was the best person to satisfy it.

Bedelia is much the same. Unlike the others, he let her see him and she accepted it right away. She didn't need any time to process it and while she ran, she never rejected him. She was his cure for a broken heart. I don't think he actually slept with Anthony (the time shown indicated there might not have been any space for that), I think he might have made out with him, and that was one reason he had to die. Because while he was a Will substitute, in the end he wasn't Will, so Hannibal killed him.

From Bedelia's view point, matters are different. I actually wrote a fic exploring these emotions. I think she believed she could tame Hannibal in some ways. Because she saw him and didn't turn away from what he was, because he let her see him. She could have shot him at any point while he was in her house and been justified in it, but she didn't. She said she was curious, and I think she was, about Hannibal and about herself. When he set Neal Frank on her, she got in touch with the side of herself that wanted to crush the wounded bird. Being with Hannibal allowed her to explore that and, in letting him live and seeing what he would do, live through the darkness in him rather than facing her own. And she taunted him that he wouldn't get to eat her when they parted. She viewed herself as in control, the one that got away. She could have left any point, could have turned him over the authorities any time she pleased, but she didn't. I would say there is no 'love' between them, not in the common definition of the word. There is a connection, but not love in the way the English language can describe.

Will, forever and always, will be Hannibal's great love. He would never take the bullet, go to jail, cause a massacre, or allow himself to be pulled off a cliff by and for anyone else. But Bedelia was the first person to see him and accept him for what he was, so there will always be that connection between them. Bedelia was the first person to be seduced by Hannibal and his darkness. Will was the last. I think Bedelia might have been attracted to Hannibal, might have even thought herself in love with him during their med school days (I think they met then, don't remember, if not, head canon) or at some other point. I think she loves the idea of him, and the darkness he allowed her to touch.

And when Will, the person who would be the one thing she could never be, came up to her and confronted her, she touched that darkness in herself again. She knew he was as dangerous as Hannibal, and she wanted to taunt him. Like I said before, she was the first to be seduced by Hannibal, the first to accept the darkness in him, and that is the one thing Will would never have. It is no small stretch to say that she has a side of Hannibal Will will never, ever have.

I think Bedelia might have wanted someone to love her as Hannibal does Will, maybe wanted Hannibal to love her that way, but he never could, so that could explain the baiting.

They CAN both be viewed as Hannibal's brides. They both got separate sides of him. In the end, Will gets every part of Hannibal, but they both held separate sides of him, and he gave them different sides of themselves. It's not a stretch to say that Bedelia wanted Il Mostro for herself, because he was the only person who allowed her the darkness in herself, whose own darkness was worse. I think she loved the darkness and the danger.

So, in conclusion, I think there is a type of love between Hannibal and Bedelia, but it is far different from what Hannibal has with Will. There will always be that connection between them, and Bedelia will always hang onto it.

Both she and Will are his brides. She was his first, and Will was his last.

I hope this answered your question! This was very hard to answer, and I hope I was able to explain myself well enough.

[seasidesandstarscapes]

a rose by any other name

Summary: In which the boys decide to put on a play (while Bobby and Don fall in love)

Rating: G

Tags: Falling in Love, First Kiss, Getting Together, One Shot, Fluff, Love Confessions, Fluff, Romeo and Juliet

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AO3

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No one remembers who suggested it first.

Funds were low for the team, morale fraying at the edges, and it was clear the boys needed something.

Naturally a love story for the ages would fix all that and with the boys playing multiple roles, it was sure to bring in some laughs as well.

Don had opted out of the spotlight to no one’s surprise, instead taking the lead on curtain pulls and foley. Though now, watching from beyond the sight line, there is something clawing to the surface as Bobby and Joe rehearse.

Shorty had made the joke that Joe should be Romeo and Bobby, Juliet, which got him a smart retort from Bobby at first. But the idea stuck and here the boys are, figuring out the balcony scene.

“Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek,” Joe recites, one hand gripped tightly to the tree that had been haphazardly made out of broken boards and rusted sheet metal.

His feet jostle back and forth as he maintains his balance far above the stage and Don bites his knuckle. Why they made the branches so high is beyond him.

“Ay me,” comes the deadpan voice of Bobby.

There is a collective groan and Chuck throws up his hands. “Think we could have a little more enthusiasm here, Bobby?”

“No. It’s only ‘cause I’m short that I’m Juliet.”

Don tries not to laugh at Bobby’s scowling face veiled with a blanket that sits atop his head.

“You’re still mad about that? Jesus, Moch, we’re already halfway to opening night.”

Bobby makes a rude gesture as they restart the scene and a few crumpled balls of paper hit him square on his furrowed brow. Before Bobby can leap down towards the offenders, Joe says something indiscernible that stops him and with a huff, Bobby leans forward on the balcony, chin perched on his hand.

A twinge of jealousy hits Don as he watches the two talk, probably sharing secrets he will never hear. Always on the sidelines, too far out of reach.

Don blinks rapidly at this. He’s not jealous. It’s just two friends chatting, laughing at whatever joke was just told. He doesn’t wish he was in Joe’s spot, wobbling just mere inches from Bobby’s face.

“Let’s take it again!” is practically screamed and Don refocuses on his sound cues.

Joe nearly falls from the branches at one time or another but manages to steady himself on the balcony railing as he and Bobby exchange lines. Don knows it’s just the acting but he hates the way Bobby looks at Joe with infatuation and lovesick smiles.

“…but to be frank and give thee again,” Bobby continues his monologue. “And yet I wish but for the thing I have.”

At this, Bobby looks right at Don, his stare piercing and purposeful.

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”

Don’s heart leaps to his throat and he can only grip the curtain rope tighter as Bobby finally drags his gaze away.

Shorty’s horrible screeching breaks whatever spell had been cast and Don is surprisingly thankful. He can’t even begin to sort out his tangled web of confusion and fear.

He and Bobby are close but just now, that wasn’t friendship. Vulnerability and need gnaw at him, threatening to burst out, and Don can hardly bear it. Never in his life has he felt so exposed. So understood.

Understanding is all Bobby has ever given him and Don is now beginning to see what had always been there.

No, it can’t be.

Don does not fall in love. Not like this. It’s supposed to be a pretty girl at a dance or a chance encounter with a diner waitress.

For his love to be Bobby…well.

Bobby knows him better than he knows himself and it scares Don to his core.

“Hey, Hume! Where’s that curtain?”

Don is shaken from his thoughts and he pulls the curtains shut with a heavy breath. His eyes burn when he closes them, only made worse by the image of Bobby on that damn balcony. The more he tries to resist, the brighter it all becomes until Don cannot see anything else.

It’s a hopeless cause. He’s caught in the whirlwind that is Bobby and Don shocks himself with the realization that he doesn’t ever want to escape.

Practice does not quell Don’s raging thoughts.

It doesn’t help to have Bobby right there, always making direct eye contact. If he looks away, Bobby yells at him and Don can’t ever refuse Bobby’s orders. The oar in his hands is the only thing keeping his head above water, yet even that is a small comfort. All it takes is a glance from Bobby and Don is drowning yet again.

Thankfully, he makes it through practice alive.

Don all but runs to the locker room when he can and by the time he leaves, everyone else is filtering in. He squeezes past them to get to the dorms, ignoring any words thrown his way.

“Oh no you don’t.” A strong hand grips his wrist and Don is helpless as Bobby drags him to a secluded spot behind the shell house.

“What the hell was your problem today?” Bobby bites with crossed arms. “You’re the one I never have to yell at.”

Don doesn’t have an answer. He toes at a rock on the ground and Bobby snaps his fingers in front of Don's face.

“I need an answer here, Donny.”

The affectionate name hits Don square in the chest and he chews on his lip.

“Just tired.”

“Bullshit.”

Don sighs, shaking his head once, twice. “I don’t…know.”

It’s the honest to god truth. Don can’t focus. Not when Bobby is around and not ever. He sees striking blue eyes behind closed eyelids, hears coarse shouts in his ears at night, every sensation is nothing but Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

Silence lingers between them and Don almost shudders as Bobby stares right into his very soul.

“Alright, fine,” Bobby holds his hands up in defeat. “Just leave your shit out of the boat tomorrow otherwise I go to Coach.”

Don nods, thankful to get out of explaining himself and slides around Bobby.

“You know you can talk to me,” Bobby says in a rare soft tone.

Stopping in his tracks, Don glances back. Bobby’s gaze is sincere, hopeful, and Don wants to ask the one question that’s been sitting on his mind for days. Maybe even months.

He doesn’t.

With a small nod, Don darts off, cursing himself mentally as he goes. He can’t keep running like this but the other side is just so terrifying. The uncertainties are too numerous and all Don wants is the comfort that Bobby will always be there.

He won’t, though. Surely, he can’t be.

One day Don thinks he’ll be brave but for now, he curls into insecurities and listens to his treacherous thoughts that tell him there is no happy ending.

Don doesn’t mean to avoid Bobby outside of practices.

He blames schoolwork and cleaning up the campus for taking all his free time. When play rehearsals make their rounds again, it’s only then that life rears its ugly head.

It starts off as usual, everyone filtering into the theater when class or chores are finished. The boys mingle on the stage and it’s then when John notices a suspicious absence.

“Hey, has anyone seen Joe?”

There are confused noises, shaking heads as the boys look around the room. Joe is gone and opening night is rapidly approaching.

“Probably with his girl,” Roger offers and the other boys nod with a groan here and there.

“Well, time and tide don’t wait. Let’s start rehearsing,” Chuck claps his hands together.

The boys rush to their stations, making last minute scenery adjustments, while only one stands in the middle of the stage, frowning with his hands on his hips.

“It’s the death scene today,” Bobby pouts. “What am I supposed to do? Speak to air?”

Chuck just shrugs. “Why not? You do it half the time anyway.”

“Go to hell, Chuck,” Bobby snaps.

Waiting off-stage, Don doesn’t notice Shorty sidle up next to him until he starts talking and nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Hey, Don, why don’t you be Romeo today?”

Don’s eyes go wide and he shakes his head. Even on a good day, he would never be in a play. And with Bobby playing the love interest, he’d have to be exceptionally out of his mind.

“C’mon, all you gotta do is lie there,” Shorty says as he pushes Don to the table.

Don resists, or he tries to, but before he knows it, he’s laying down, prop cup in his hand and pretending to be dead. He’s convinced his teammates know about his feelings towards Bobby and now they’re purposefully torturing him. At least he can try to take a quick nap while he lies here.

There is no argument from Bobby and Don’s not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. The only small relief is that he doesn’t have to look at Bobby but he’s nervous all the same.

“Alright, let’s take it from the top.”

Don listens intently as Bobby and Roger rehearse, counts the steps that become one as Bobby comes over to him.

It’s the closest they’ve been outside of the boat in a week and Don almost stops breathing.

“What’s here? A cup, closed in my true love’s hand?” Bobby recites in a hushed tone.

Don can’t help the small tremble as Bobby’s hand falls upon his own. His callouses brush over his knuckles and he almost forgets to let go of the cup he’s holding. One of Bobby’s hands stays on him, a comfortable warmth that spreads through Don’s body. Don is about to lose his mind and it takes sheer willpower to not fall off the table.

“Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.”

There is a pause before—“O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly dose to help me after? I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to make me die with a restorative.”

Don’s breath catches in his throat. Nothing could ever prepare him for this moment.

Bobby’s lips are dry, cracked, but the embrace is so soft and tender. Of the few times Don has been kissed, none compare. Does the kiss last only a mere second or is it ages before Bobby pulls away? No matter. It’s not enough. Don wants him back, needs to feel him again.

“Thy lips are warm,” Bobby whispers and for a moment, it sounds like the truth.

Don doesn’t hear the next stage direction or the other boys clamoring around. His mind is alight with the mere thought of just one person.

“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief.” Bobby sounds truly disappointed. “O happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.”

Behind closed eyes, Don can see the dramatics of Bobby as he stabs himself, flopping onto the table next to Don. When Bobby’s hand takes his own, Don truly thinks it’s all a dream.

The other boys say their lines, act out their grief and histrionics but Don hears none of it. He’s stuck pretending he doesn’t feel Bobby’s thumb rubbing circles into his hand, doesn’t let their fingers intertwine.

They’re jostled about, placed on separate stretchers and yet their hands never drop. No one says a thing but even if this wasn’t a rehearsal, Don isn’t sure it would be mentioned.

The scene ends and Don finally opens his eyes. It’s back to the real world where nothing makes sense. Unable to help himself, he turns his head and his breath catches in his throat. Bobby is staring at him with a small smile, a conversation caught in the space between them. With a final squeeze to Don’s hand, Bobby untangles their fingers and gets to his feet.

Someone is critiquing, others are pointing out stage directions as Bobby offers out the same hand that just held Don’s own. Don takes it with an eagerness he hopes Bobby doesn’t notice as he stands and there it is again, the fading of the stage until it’s just the two of them.

“Are you with us, Bobby?”

They’d been caught staring and Don shoves his hands into his pockets, frowning at his feet.

“Yeah. Just thinking maybe Don should be Romeo instead,” Bobby crosses his arms with a smirk.

“Well, it’s too late for that and Don would never agree anyway,” Chuck answers and truthfully, Don’s glad the guys know him well enough by now.

“Shucks,” Bobby teases.

He gives Don’s arm a playful punch and Don wobbles only a little. At this rate, Bobby could kick him in the shins and Don would only give him a kiss in return.

With a flushed face, Don races off the stage as the other boys continue to figure out the play. He didn’t really think that just now. His brain can’t already be consumed by the thought of Bobby. Bobby holding his hand, Bobby kissing him.

Don comes to a sudden halt which causes a collision from behind. A small “oof,” leaves Bobby as Don stares at the wall ahead of him, trying not to pay attention to Bobby’s hands that lingered on his back for a second too long. He’s not ready to turn around. He’s not sure he’ll ever be.

“Hey, Don.”

Bobby’s voice takes hold of Don as it always does and he looks at his coxswain, forcing his gaze to stay focused.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you. Didn’t mean for my teasing to go so far.”

It’s rare for Bobby to give a genuine apology and words race around in Don’s brain. It’s too much so he just shakes his head in an attempt to give some response.

“I meant it though, about you being Romeo,” Bobby’s voice is small, so unlike the shouting Don hears day after day.

He simply watches as Bobby reaches out, his fingers brushing against Don’s own wrist.

“It was nice, just you and me.” Bobby glances between Don and his featherlight touch before their hands grasp together. “I don’t want this to go away.”

Don can hardly believe his ears and he now stares down at Bobby, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This is wrong, they aren’t meant to be, and yet nothing could be more right than this exact moment.

“Me neither,” Don finally finds his voice.

Bobby’s drooping head snaps up, his eyes filled with questions and, dare Don think it, desperation.

With a quick glance around to make sure they’re truly alone, Don finds the courage hidden within him and leans down, kissing Bobby with his entire heart.

The tight grip on his hand, the return of Bobby’s ferocity only lights Don’s fire and he tugs Bobby closer by his belt loops. The hand that falls on his chest nearly breaks him and Don thinks it’s only because of his grip on Bobby that he hasn’t collapsed yet.

When there is a crash on stage, the two break apart, pretending to dust themselves off as they wait. The seconds are agony before no one appears and Don shares a heavy breath with Bobby. Turning back to each other, they’re hesitant to start again and it hurts. To hide like this is true agony, but Don will take it over a lifetime without Bobby.

“You really want to do this?” Bobby asks, the weight of reality settling in on them.

It won’t be easy. They’ll have to fight, hang on to threadbare hopes, even risk life and limb. Don wonders if he should be scared, but when he looks at Bobby, he thinks he could move mountains.

One nod is all it takes before a grin spreads on Bobby’s face and he pulls Don along, out of the theater and towards the dorms.

Tonight, it’s just them. The promise of forever hangs in the air and for all Don cares, this is perfection.

[cambrian-creature]

Hello, and welcome to M*A*S*H enjoyers anonymous

Now tell us, why are you here?

(basically just a free space to talk/infodump, be free my sweet cheese)

Oooooh boy.

MASH is a show about war, but also mostly it's about people and how people react under stress. Something to note is that it's about the Korean War, but it's actually about the Vietnam War.

It's got its issues, definitely. It's not particularly respectful to Korean people despite being set in Korea. But it was the 70s so like. Idk, can't expect much. There's a lot to unpack in the way of imperialism. The show is very anti-war, but mostly focused on the Americans, which is pretty damn reductive if you ask me. There is also the misogyny and if one more person calls Major Margaret Houllihan "hot lips" I am going to throw hands. I'm not making excuses for any of this, but it's an old ass show and you can't get too hung up on it. ANYWAY, you asked about the good stuff.

The main character, Hawkeye, is this. Unhinged, sleep deprived, alcoholic surgeon who's just. Unreasonably good at his job. Despite the Horrors of War, he's still one of the kindest, most lovable people, and he only put Frank in a shipping crate one time, so it's fine. And the blood he stole was for a good cause. As was the money he stole and the one time he gaslit a guy into thinking he'd lost his mind. All for a good cause. He's so cool, he's a menace, he's a slut, he's deeply psychologically damaged, he's a little silly, he invented the principle behind Goncharov, he's even bisexual.

Hawkeye's best friend and roommate is Trapper John, fellow manwhore and prankster extraordinaire. He always makes me a little sad cause I think he's Hawkeye's best friend and Hawkeye isn't his best friend? To him, it's all temporary, and he'll get out of Korea and go back to his wife and kids and probably try to not think about any of it ever again, but Hawk's such a ride or die friend, and he depends so much on not being alone and. Fuck, man. He's just like me for real. No shit, I realized this a couple years ago, and it sent me into this huge spiral of wondering if my friends love me as much as I love them and it lasted like. Years. And then I did that thing people do where they tell other people about their feelings? Which was weird. But it was also cool and now I do not worry about that as much anymore. A little bit, because the fears never cease, but y'know. It's cool. Apparently I am also sad and lonely because I am FULLY spilling my guts here lmao. Don't read that. Fuck whatever BJ has going on, THIS is the Trapper Complex.

Also Trapper leaves like three seasons in and is replaced by Blow Job Hunnicut, who keeps saying shit like "man, I bet you sure had fun with Trapper, huh" and "boy this must be just like the good ol days with Trapper" like we get it, you're jealous. He's also deeply psychologically damaged. I don't like him so much, but I also haven't seen a lot of him yet so I guess we'll see.

Okay, now MARGARET. She's amazing. She's cool and fascinating and ALSO deeply psychologically damaged! She's a strong woman in the 50s, she's so angry all the time, she just wants some goddamn respect and also someone to hang out with her to do manicures. She has this fascinating mix of wanting to be feminine and pretty but also needing to be masculine and angry to get respect. She's a hardass, she's obsessed with the rules, she's so mad at everything all the time because she has so little control over her situation, she's just like my mother and I love her so much. She could do any man's job in that camp so much better. I like to think after the war she goes back to medical school and becomes a doctor and gets some GODDAMN RESPECT.

Also she's dating (she dumps him don't worry) this absolute schlub Frank who is. A garbage human being. He's so pathetic and funny but also like genuinely terrible and canonically homophobic. If he were in modern times he would vote for Trump. He's Mr. Patriot. He's the Yankee Doodle Doctor. He's a shit doctor. He's so funny to watch cause everyone around him is so funny and witty and good at snappy comebacks and he says shit like "ohhhh you- you- guys!! >:(" Like yeah Frank. Get em. Don't hold back. He's a real "why I oughta-" kinda guy. Apparently the actor got so much hate mail he quit the show which is honestly so mean and tragic because Frank is such a fun character. I want to watch him fail again and again and again and then cause more problems. He could call me a slur in a Walmart parking lot and I'd just laugh at him and ask him if his wife knows about his girlfriend. She doesn't.

When Frank left, he got replaced by this other guy and I have no idea what his deal is. My apologies to Charles Emerson Winchester III. People like him I guess. He seems boring next to Frank tbh.

Now lemme tell ya about Klinger. Actually lemme show you.

He's beautiful. Gorgeous. Show stopping. He started out as a bit character and the joke was that he was trying to get a section 8 discharge (sent home on the grounds of being mentally unfit to serve), but everyone loved him so much that he became a recurring character and the outfits kept getting better and it went from "haha man in a dress" to "he's a genuinely deep character and this is his coping mechanism and he is so afraid of this war. Also he's the hottest guy around and everyone knows it. Even the priest wants him carnally." Genuinely the best fucking guy. In the early seasons, the laugh track goes off every time he enters a room and it makes me so mad. Take his whimsical ass seriously.

Also I mentioned there's a priest. I'm not sure why they have a priest, but I think that was just a thing in the 50s. He's got too many names. You can find him currently in the Catholic Characters Tournament and it's funny cause the person who runs that keeps getting his names out of order. It's John Patrick Francis Mulcahy, cause they gave him one name in the movie and then changed it in the show like twice at least so. Four names. Anyway, he's the only priest I trust. He literally just wants to help people and he has no way of knowing that he's doing any real good so he wants recognition for his efforts but that goes against what he's meant to be doing, he's meant to be completely selfless, but he wants to know that he's at least doing something, otherwise what's the point. What's the point of everything he's worked for. What's the point of devoting his life to this. To these people and to his god and to being a good person. Because if he thinks of himself, if he wants anything for himself, does that not mean he's selfish? And that's bad, he can't be selfish, but he is because everyone is, that's just human nature to want to know the results of your work. Also he's convinced he's the second coming of Christ or some shit. I can't fully explain this one, but he really does think he's like. God's special little boy. Which is kinda fair, cause he gives fucking EVERYTHING to these people, to the doctors, to the soldiers, even to the enemy, because he just wants people to be okay. He wants people to stop fighting and to heal and to love one another. And he also wants someone to tell him he's doing a good job and that he's making a difference and he wouldn't believe them but it would be something. Also he wants to punch people sometimes. All the time. He could kick anyone's ass in single combat. I love him.

Am I missing anything.

RADAR!!!!! They put a child in a warzone but luckily he is hyper-competent and literally psychic. He makes me sad because he is 19 years old and he has a teddy bear and he is short and angry and eats a lot because he's a growing boy and everyone makes fun of him for having teenager behavior when he is!!!! A teenager!!!! He graduated highschool yesterday!!!!! He's the same age as me and he's in a warzone!!!!!! Get him out of there!!!!! Put him in college and let him work a boring ass fast food job like a normal teenager!!!!! And stop laughing at him for having a teddy bear!!!!!!! He's not even that short, it's just that all the guys in this show are at least 6 feet tall. Anyway, he basically runs the camp because Henry is fucking incompetent (affectionate) so yeah. This child is their commanding officer and the only one anyone respects.

Their actual commanding officer is Henry Blake. He just wants to go home and see his wife and kids again and go fishing and chill the fuck out. He's a good surgeon but genuinely a pathetic army man. But also I love him so much cause listen. He could just fuck off. We see another guy in his same rank and position who just hangs out in Tokyo the whole time making money off this shit. So despite being very afraid all the time, Henry sticks around in a shitty camp 3 miles from the front to patch up kids full of lead. He stays not out of any duty to the army, but a duty to his patients and his people, because he's a good person and a good doctor and genuinely one of the bravest people around. He could've been a coward and hid, but he stayed and he helped people and even though he knew the risks, it just never occurred to him that he could abandon his people to do it all without him. He stayed and he died and he never saw his wife and kids again and he never met his newborn son. He tells his oldest son over the phone to be good while he's gone, to stay strong and keep everything running until he comes back, and he never comes back. I am genuinely crying. Fuck. I hope he's catching the best fish at the big lake in the sky.

Anyway. I'm gonna stop before this gets out of hand. More than it has.

[sweetmusingss]

“Okay, glad to hear it. I have a lot of sweets at my place. I have such a sweet tooth. I always have to have something sweet there. Just try to ignore the tub of cotton candy that I have sitting on my dining room table right now. And I can’t leave the house without these,” I say, pulling out the bag of Sour Patch Kids from my purse before putting them back. “Noah is still young though so I can teach him not to eat like his mother,” I laugh softly. “I will see you later though. Noah is going to be so excited to see you and I definitely am too,” I say before kissing your cheek gently, letting my lips linger there for a second. I give you a sweet smile before heading out of the diner, smiling to myself since I felt your eyes on me. I went to pick Noah up and I brought him to the market with me, letting him help me pick out snacks for us. He really was so excited to see you since he was quite fond of you and he hadn’t seen you in a few days since I was hiding from you.

Chris walked into the diner just as she left, sitting down at the counter and smirking a bit when seeing the dopey look on your face. He was pretty sure that you didn’t even see him walk in. News traveled fast in this town though and he was dying to talk to you after what he heard. He waved his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Earth to Seb? Anyone in there?!,” he teased you, finding this whole thing endearing. “Is it true that the two of you were making out in front of the diner?,” he asked you, the gossipy old ladies being known to over-exaggerate. “Doesn’t she know that she doesn’t have to kiss you to get a raise around here?,” he smirked a bit.

Seb couldn’t help but watch after you as you left, barely even processing that his friend had walked in and was watching him, Chris’ words snapping him out of his little daydream, quickly changing his facial expression back to his usual grumpy one as he rolled his eyes at his friend. He was about to reach out and shove Chris’ shoulder before his question made him stop in his tracks, his eyes widening, “God this town is full of gossips. We weren’t making out... how did you even hear that?! Do you go to the daily bingo session at the town hall or something?” Seb rolled his eyes, he should’ve known better since all the old ladies gossiped here and gossip spread like wildfire. “She quit actually so go fuck yourself... she wasn’t kissing me for a raise, jackass.” Seb kept his eyes down, his cheeks probably bright pink as he avoided his friend’s eyes.

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Frank nodded when hearing what you said about being out late after a party early this morning. He had seen that you had taken a ride so early in the morning and he was nervous about why that was. It made him extremely jealous and overthink the whole thing but it’s not like he could ask you. He didn’t want you to know that he was checking up on you. He didn’t think he was doing anything wrong by doing it, either. He just liked knowing that you were safe and he was keeping an eye out for you. He liked you so much but you worked somewhere that could bring you some danger. And he cared about you so much that he wanted to make sure you always got home safe. “I am sorry to hear that, love. I was hoping we could get a private room tonight but if you’re too tired, maybe we can just go in there and you can get some rest. I promise I won’t tell anyone,” he smirked slightly at you. ��But don’t worry about him. He’s definitely not mad at you. He’s mad at me for not being more honest with him about where I have been spending my time but he’ll get over it. Since we work together, he can’t avoid me forever. And we did some good writing earlier so it’s water under the bridge,” he said. Truthfully, Gerard was acting a little weird with him especially when Frank was writing some romantic lyrics so easily earlier. But, he didn’t want to worry you or have you feeling bad. This was Frank’s fault and he didn’t want you to concern yourself with it.

I was surprised when Frank didn’t ask me any other questions about getting home so late, it not even seeming to phase him considering how possessive he usually was, knowing how much he hated whenever I told him I would leave the club at like 3 am most days. I tried not to think about it, not wanting to go down that road, not wanting Greg to get to me. “I’d love to get a private room with you, baby. I was also thinking that maybe I could sleep over...” I bite my lip as I ask, finding myself wanting to go to his place and spend time with him as a way to say fuck you to Greg, not wanting him to think that he’s won somehow. Also, I figured that I could potentially snoop around and settle my own anxieties about him. I was starting to properly fall for him and I needed to be 110% sure that he wasn’t going to fuck me over or hurt me, especially with this new information from Greg. “How can anyone ever be mad at you? You’re far too cute. I could never stay mad at you for a long time... those big eyes just make me weak.” I giggle, passing him his whiskey sour and clinking it with my glass before we both take a sip. “Has Gee always been the protector friend in your group or is he just particularly protective of you?”

[noisyalmonddreamer]

My judgment on you based on who you simp for

(A/n) This is technically a valentines day post but I’m impatient so.... 

Percy:

You don’t like change. He was probably one of your first if not first “official” book character crushes. You also probably have trust issues and or attachment issues. Things that upset you don’t make sense to others normally. You might not have liked Annabeth at first cause you felt jealous. Oh wait, did you hear that? It’s the sound of your 30 alarms going off all from over an hour ago. You should go handle that.

 Jason:

DID SOMEONE SAY DADDY ISSUES- Jk. Kinda… you like him but you’re not intense about it. UNLESS someone goes on the whole “Jason is a worst version of Percy” or something kinda like that. Then you will tie them down and…havoc. In an IRL relationship you want someone stable who's generally pretty mature.

 Leo:

Okay. Listen. I like you. But we get it. We ALL get it. You like him. You don’t need to bring it up every second tho. Also when are you gonna face that childhood trauma? You just gonna let it sit there while you read fanfic and listen to character audios or…Also PLEASE go take a mental health day instead of giving yourself busy work to ignore it. 

 Nico:

bro. Please. Tame your savior complex. It’s screaming right now. Gasping for breath. But he probably was the first like “emo” type character you fell for and now your favorites are always the emo loner types. You really enjoy characters with sad backstories. If you watched Voltron you probably liked Keith. There’s also a huge change that you have those fingerless gloves with skeleton hands on them. Also please sit up straight. Your back is screaming in pain rn

 Frank:

…Is everything okay at home? I understand. You want rank to hug you while you cry.I’ve never met a mean Frank simp. You’re a sweetheart. I give you a kith on the forehead *mewa* also sweetie…you’re not annoying them by texting them. Just text your friends. They want to hear from you 

 Will:

Listen. I’m also mad Will doesn’t get a lot of attention. But you don’t need to write a 50 slide presentation on why he’s a good character and shouldn’t only be used as Nico’s boyfriend (but I get it) anyway…You’re a bisexual(or really anywhere under the liking multiple gender umbrella). Who’s either very offended by “liking men is disgusting” jokes or finds them very funny. No middle ground. That or you’re mentally unstable. Or both. Probably both. But real talk, bestie, go take some time off. You need it. 

 ALSO ISTG IF I SEEN ANY CHILDREN OF APOLLO HERE-

 Magnus:

He formed your type. If you watch MHA you like Denki. You like the dumb ass characters who could probably kill you instantly. YOU ALSO NEED TO DRINK SOME WATER HOLY HERACLES. You also probably like the goofy characters that have sad backstories. You relate to Luisa Madrigal way too much. You’re the therapist friend and are about to break. Please get help bestie.

 Hearth: 

Either you’re the sweetest person alive or a living nightmare. But like… are y’all okay? You’re starving for Hearthstone content. You probably got a lot of responsibility put on you as a kid. Also when people talk about the elf boys they had a crush on you talk about hearthstone and everyone’s confused. If you were younger when you read the series (and had a crush on him) you were interested in learning sign.

 Alex:

Just say you’d date yourself. Your form of flirtation is being mean to someone. There’s a good chance Alex was your first (clear) queer crush. You probably searched up “is it gay to like a gender fluid person?” Like 30 times. Bro you need to stop bottling up your emotions till one tiny thing breaks you. It’s not healthy. Maybe try emotional journaling, it works better than you’d think.

[drawingangel666]

Hello fellow Drac simp. Could you write some headcannons of what it would be like being married to him, us being human (female pronouns) please. I've been searching everywhere for someone who would write for him so I'm glad to find you!

Okay, I'll skip some requests because I've been waiting for someone to ask me this. Thank you.

Headcanons of Dracula being married to a female human:

(this are all the things I think he would do/think or anything. Again, thank you for giving me the idea). This is kinda long tbh. Enjoy <3

-He would be overprotective with you, he knows how ´fragile` humans are and he would believe you are made of porcelain.

-Everyday he would be happy to see you anywhere in the hotel.

-He would definitely cry if he sees you talking in a mother-like tone to Mavis.

-He is really loving, even when he is frustrated, mad or upset about something that happened to him.

-He wants you to feel like part of the monster-family and would probably get you a monster pet (like that special short film with Denis' dog).

-He keeps his wedding picture glued to the interior of his coffin so he can see you all the time (if you don't sleep with him in a coffin)

-He keeps a lot of blankets in the coffin because he is really cold to touch and he wants you to feel warm through the night (if you sleep with him in a coffin). [ A/N: I think in the movie they don't sleep in coffins but I want to make it more vampire-like]

-Probably you are his muse and he would have little sketches of your face everywhere in the notes he takes for organizing events.

-The wedding would have been beautiful.

-Sometimes, Drac would want to turn you into a vampire, because he doesn’t want you to die and him to stay un-dead once again. But he doesn’t want to turn you without your consent.

-He is jealous only when there are humans around you, he gets jealous because he thinks he is a monster and that if you go around humans you’ll see that you don’t want to be with a monster. 

-He respects Martha’s theme, he doesn’t bring her up in conversations with you, but he still has the room with the painting. But you are okay with it. 

-He tries to make Denis only address him as a grandparent because he doesn’t want you to feel old. 

-He loves you to pieces and he is always trying to demonstrate it to you. 

-When he is with his friends (Murray, Frank, Wayne and Griffin) he can’t stop talking about how amazing is his wife and how much he loves her. 

-The workers of the hotel address you as ´Miss Dracula`.

-Concluding, being married to Dracula is being treated like a queen, having an overprotective and loving husband, a monster family and sometimes fearing the unstoppable movement of time. 

[unnerving-presence]

Hi I'm the anon that has send the request about the reader killing the killers, and I loved it!

Can I ask for a part two? Where the entity takes notice of how powerful the reader is and makes them her vessel of sorts, giving them powers and whenever Killers are misbehaving, she sends the reader to..... "teach" them a "lesson"

Same Killers please if you could 🥰

Wow I am so messed up

Of course :) I resisted the urge to elaborate on the readers power but the entity basically merged with them so they have the power of the entity in a way and they’re not as sympathetic so it’s easier for them to put the killers in their place

I love this concept so much I literally have to hold back from writing too much. if you couldn’t tell i love torturing the killers lmao

warning: graphic depictions of violence and gore. this is basically just torture stuff so if you are not comfortable with it please do not read!

Part 1

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Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni:

As brutal as you were, Kazan never expected the Entity to make you it’s servant. He hasn’t talked to you much ever since you’ve been restricted from going into trials, so the only way he would really know about you serving the Entity is if another killer told him, or if you had to punish him yourself.

For the first time in his life, he’s actually been afraid of someone. Nobody has been able to (alone) take him down. Now seeing as someone like you can? He’s not terrified, if anything he sees you as a little badass, but he does not want to get on your bad side.

He’s never seen you punish a killer, but he has seen the aftermath. The Hillbilly, better known as Max Thompson Jr., decided that he wouldn’t listen to The Entity, decided that he’d kill the survivors the way he wanted. All of them died too quickly for The Entity to feed on their fear, and she was not pleased. Needless to say that the poor man’s cries of pain could be heard for miles, and Kazan would never forget the way Max was desperately trying to keep his organs in place as he struggled to get back to his realm. You wouldn’t even give him the sweet release of death after you were done with him..

This is nothing like when the mob attacked, not even close. This was a new type of pain, pain that makes you wish you were dead. Kazan was never one to give up so easily, but in your grasp he feels so helpless. He doesn’t even have the energy to be angry anymore. He feels so vulnerable with his mask off, with his armor tossed to the side. His jaw is now broken, and his ribs feel like they’re going to snap at any second. You’ve barely started, and you’re already making him regret his actions in his last trial.

“I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to make it hurt.”

Michael Myers/The Shape:

At first, he doesn’t really seem to care that much. If he’s not the one in pain, it’s not really his problem. He still holds a bit of a grudge against you, meaning he stalks you, so he’s known since the start that you’re serving The Entity.

He’s surprised that you’ve gotten this far just from killing him, though he is a bit jealous. You don’t really scare him that much considering your small stature. If anything it’s kind of cute to him. Just a little thing like you running around and giving killers a little bonk on the head for not doing good in trials is a thought that almost makes him smirk. Of course those thoughts were before he’s seen you punish a killer. Now that he’s really seeing it in action, he understands why The Entity made you it’s servant. Though he is far from scared of you, he is a bit impressed at how the other killers feel a bit more uneasy when they see you pass by, some even fleeing to their own realms.

Michael can do almost anything he wants in The Entity’s realm without being punished. Hell, he even kills the survivors too fast for the Entity’s liking and comes back from a trial unscathed. Now with you by The Entity’s side, Michael isn’t as free as he used to be. Michael doesn’t know that however, and doesn’t really seem to care. Atleast he didn’t seem to care until he was the one in all those other killer’s shoes.

It’s been what seemed like hours and Michael looks like he’s on the verge of tears. With his own knife, you’ve managed to do quite a bit to him. His mask is removed, face terribly bruised with a nose bleed that seems like it could go on forever. He’s lost a couple fingers, and the remaining digits no longer have nails. His arms and chest are littered with large and small stab wounds alike, ones that you dig your fingers into when it seems like he hasn’t quite gotten the message that he isn’t in charge here. Michael’s vision occasionally blacks out, only to be woken up by a bash on the head with the handle of the knife. You’re not sure how much he can take, but you are sure that Michael will never forgive you for this.

Summoning a sharp tendril, you swiftly pierce it through Michael’s leg, waking him and receiving a loud grunt as he stares up at you with a tired but furious gaze.

“Wakey wakey Michael, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Danny Johnson/Ghostface:

This man is so jealous. He was a killer way before you did anything special! Technically he does serve The Entity, but not in the way you do. Danny probably thinks you’re not all that since he’s probably still mad as shit that you embarrassed him like that.

He hears some of the killers talk about you like you’re a nightmare come true. Of course Danny calls it all bullshit and says you’re probably not as ruthless as they say you are. Honestly he just isn’t ready to accept that fact that you have more power over him than he does, and he’s not very fond of the fact that he can’t be an asshole to you anymore.

Danny has never heard nor seen you give one of the killers a lesson, but he has been given shockingly precise details on just what you can do to them. He’s never heard of a survivor having this much power over the killers. Well I guess he couldn’t call you a survivor anymore now, could he? Nonetheless he seems to forget that there are consequences for his actions, especially after a trial he didn’t do so well in.

Danny hasn’t known fear until this day. He displeased The Entity, and now he pays the price. He can no longer see, but he can feel. He can feel the way you pry his mouth open and slowly cut his tongue open. He can feel just how strong your bond is with The Entity, how much you’ve changed. His throat burns from how much he’s been yelling in agony. He coughs up blood as it travels into his lungs, making it more difficult to breathe by the second. It was already worse having you kill him in a trial when you were a survivor, now this torture?

“I love that look of despair on your face.”

Frank Morrison/The Legion:

As if you couldn’t get any scarier to him, now you’re serving The Entity. He hasn’t talked to you ever since you last saw each other so he really has no idea of what you’re doing with The Entity until somebody goes up and straight up tells him.

From what he’s recently heard, you’re now going around teaching killers not to displease The Entity? Sounds odd that all of this is happening in such a short amount of time but it doesn’t make it any less scary for him. He hates being scared, but knowing that if he tries doing things his way will get him punished makes him kind of worried as he tends to go a bit overboard in some of his trials.

His friends are lucky enough to not experience the horror of being tortured into submission, but they have been told what it feels like. He tries his best to comfort Susie and tells her that as long as she does things the way The Entity wants, she will be okay. Needless to say The Legion is very scared of you. Please go easy on them they’re only teenagers (except for Frank of course)

It was bound to happen someday. Frank got too angry at those pesky survivors and wasn’t thinking straight. Not even in a trial, he managed to kill 2 of them. He would learn soon enough that killing isn’t allowed outside of trials. The rest of The Legion are huddled up in a corner. Susie is sobbing into Joey’s chest as he slowly rubs her back, trying his best not to look at what’s going on in front of him. Julie can’t seem to look away, pure shock seeming to be the thing holding her still. Frank feels like all of his bones are on the verge of shattering. How is he even alive at this point? His organs aren’t in place, scattered across the hard wood floor, leaving a sour smell behind. The only thing keeping him up at this point is the hook that is impaled straight through his shoulder. He wants so badly to just die, but The Entity is the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. No matter how much blood you spill, it’s not over until The Entity says it’s over.

“Oh Frank, you know this is far from over..”

[aroaceleovaldez]

For the character, maybe Frank Zhang and/or Piper McLean?

Send me a character!

Frank:

First impression: Hell yeah shapeshifter character :) < (animorphs fan) What a lovely fella :)

Impression now: He deserves so much more....

Favorite moment: Of course gotta go with freeing Thanatos and just the entire Alaska/Canada fight scene. Wish the whole curse thing was more relevant outside of that moment but other than that, hell yeah you go Frank.

Idea for a story: I want him and Leo to be friends,,,, like. actually friends. Please,,,

Unpopular opinion: I AM SO MAD AT LIKE, MARK OF ATHENA THROUGH TYRANT’S TOMB FOR WHAT RICK DID TO FRANK’S STORYLINE. What the hell was that. Why nullify his curse and then un-nullify it THEN NULLIFY IT AGAIN. WHAT WAS THE POINT. AND WHY DID READRIORDAN SPOIL FRANK’S ENTIRE TYRANT’S TOMB SUBPLOT BEFORE THE BOOK WAS PUBLISHED??? HELLO?????? Also also the Frank/Hazel/Leo love triangle & Leo/Frank rivalry was BAD and UNNECESSARY, jealous boyfriend trope is OUT. (Leo being half oblivious to it all was a little funny though).

Favorite relationship: Frazel is extremely cute HOWEVER again, i want Frank and Leo to be friends,,, please,,, i just want them to TALK-

Favorite headcanon: While i have Opinions™ about neurotypical Frank it does directly support my headcanon that adhd/dyslexia/autism is a genetic thing for demigods rather than an inherent “demigodly” trait. Thank you Frank for your service in me trying to fix a ton of the niche kinda ablelist things in the series <3 But aside from that. Let him be neurodivergent cowards.

Piper:

First Impression: Woah,,, she’s just like me for real,,,,

Impression now: Rick. Rick you can stop writing “I’m not like other girls” characters. Rick- Rick sTOP-

Favorite moment: It’s an extremely tiny moment but in Mark of Athena there’s this tiny moment described in passing of Piper being the one to physically drag Nico out of the jar/battlefield when they’re fighting the twin giants and a.) it’s such a funny scene to me and b.) Brain go brrr with thoughts about Nico & Piper having a bit of kinship from that moment/Nico respecting Piper a lot for basically being one of if not the only one to like, actually help him out of the Giant’s lair.

Idea for a story: Piper, Drew, Sadie, and Lacy all going on a quest/adventure together. Let them all unpack that “I’m not like other girls” complex. Very fun potential for an exploration on different manifestations and expressions of femininity particularly how it intersects with different identities. There is so much depth you could go into with that.

Unpopular opinion: Stop making her fashionable, she has abhorrent fashion taste on purpose. Give Piper those absolutely ridiculous thrift store t-shirts!!! The most gaudy, tacky things imaginable! Horrible color combos! Have fun with it! She not only has bad fashion taste but also MONEY. She has access to EXPENSIVE horrible fashion! Either that or just give her basic plain clothes. NOT fashionable plain clothes, i mean Bland As Hell.

Favorite relationship: LET PIPER AND DREW BE GOOD SISTERS TO EACH OTHER PLEASE-

Favorite headcanon: Piper wears velcro shoes (probably kid’s velcro shoes) and jorts she made herself. I will never change my mind on this.

[red-doll-face]

S/O survivor that's popular amoung the other survivors because they are incredibly honest, kind/sweet, selfless, often put others before themselves, and tends to overwork themselves for others. The other survivors tend to be incredibly drawn to them. For: Joey, Frank, Ghostface/Danny, and Wraith Please?

Sure! I hope u enjoy my characterization because Joey has very little backstory and thank god bc dbd has been shitting themselves when it comes to lore lately. These came out a little sadder than I wanted them to but shrug

Sweet gn Reader x DBD killers Hcs

Joey ‘The Legion’

Joey doesn't understand why you're so nice all the time. It doesn't benefit you, you're always exhausted; on top of all of that, all you get in return is a thanks and measly smile.

Eventually, he can see why your kindness or where your kindness might actually pay off. It returns to you in his trials against you where he can observe your teammates going out of their way to help you, to pay back for the things you do for them.

He hears from his friends that your kindness is sometimes the reason for your success and your downfall, you can go back and get a save during the endgame that saves your teammates life or you just end up dying too.

Joey can admit he's a little envious and maybe even a little jealous. He’s envious that you get to even be nice, of how outgoing you are. He’s jealous of how much you make them smile. How much you smile because of them. Unafraid to show you special treatment because of your relationship with him. He’ll make up sooner or later.

He’s surprised that you end up liking him. He’s a killer, a little withdrawn for you he thinks but you always let him stay in his comfort zone and include him so he doesn't feel cut out of your life. He's grateful that out of all the people you could possibly choose to hold close, you chose him.

Makes sure you take ample breaks so that you’re not entirely worn out by your altruistic tendencies.

Frank ‘The Legion’ Morrison

God, he hates you. You’re so… nice all the damn time! But he loves you for it too and he doesn't like that at first. It’s probably why you even caught his attention. A beacon of light in such a dark place has him gravitating towards you like your fellow survivors. You so obviously stick out among your teammates.

Also gets a little jealous at how your kindness isn’t just for him. Stop healing and smiling at other people! He knows that this is just who you are but he still gets a little mad because he's a bit of an attention whore, mostly for your attention.

Frank genuinely tries to get you to be a little meaner. He wants you to see the ‘error in your ways’. How much safer you would be if you didnt save all of these people and put your ass on the line for some piece of shit who wouldn't do the same for you.

This stems from his anger that he can’t always be there to protect you so the fact that he knows that you often go the extra mile for your friends upsets him.

Frank is angry yet endeared by your kindness and as much as he wants you to feel the consequences of your selflessness, he still offers you a shelter in the storm.

Danny ‘The Ghostface’ Johnson

Why are you like this? What has kindness ever rewarded you that makes it so worth it to act like some sort of pious saint? He simply does not get it. Definitely another one who is like “aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go apeshit?” Danny wants you to understand what cruelty has rewarded him with but he has very little to show for it.

At first, he thought it might have been a sort of venus fly trap, catching more flies with honey act much like his own alter ego, but to find that it's real makes him want to break it out of you. The more and more you come back just as sweet as before gets him more interested in you, finding your light quickly becoming something he wants to keep for himself.

In trials with you, Danny tries to save you for last but he’ll still injure you so the entity just assumes you’re one slippery fish. Who knows if that's actually working.

Danny is very possessive over not just you but also your actions, he wants to control them and keep your nice words to himself but his powerlessness in this regard makes him so mad.

Overall, your kindness is something that he easily takes advantage of and even lies a lot about who he used to be to garner sympathy from you. He might get caught in his lies at some point but he's quick with excuses. He loves your attention and how much you make his teeth hurt from being so sweet.

Philip ‘The Wraith’ Ojomo

Philip is so fascinated by you, he is literally a moth to your flame. The kindness you treat your teammates with has him wishing he were a survivor too. He wants you to gently wrap bandages around him and smile at him and joke with him.

When he finds you're nice to even him, a mere shadow of what he used to be, he’s half convinced that you're an angel or some kind divine spirit. Then he wishes even more to be able to take you away from here. Philip knows that you don’t belong here.

Spends a lot of his time watching you be nice to other people but when you show him your smile and get to know him, he truly is a gentle giant, bowing to press shimmery kisses to your forehead and receiving them from you.

Wants you to take better care of yourself, he is afraid you’ll wear yourself thin. Especially since he doesn’t control how cruel other killers are or how much they might use your attitude against you.

Dreads being in trials with you, hates the thought of hurting such a soul as yours. Ignores you as much as possible, hoping to a higher power that you escape. If you don’t and he is forced to kill you, he refuses to think himself worthy of you and tries to give you space.

Your spirit of tenderness is something so surreal to him and he thinks you are his new sunshine. You keep him warm in such a cold place as the fog. Philip wouldn’t trade you for anything.

This is my first time writing for wraith so I hope these are ok! Thanks for reading and requesting! 💖

[accioprozac]

Jealous : Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: You’d known the Weasley twins since 1st year and had been pining after Fred nearly as long. You knew it wasn’t requited, Fred treated you like he treated Ginny, like a little sister. Your crush on him was painfully obvious, almost everyone knew except Fred. Still, you were holding out hope. Then Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball and you felt your heart spilt in two. But despite Fred’s apparent disinterest in you romantically, he still attempts to sabatoge all your dates and you’re getting sick of it.

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s note: Please interact! Also, I wrote this on my phone so sorry if the spelling and format is a bit wonky.

“The Yule Ball is coming up,” you mention, trying to keep your voice light, “Are you going to ask anyone?”

George gives you a knowing look and you glare at him. He knew about your not-so-secret crush on Fred. Hell, almost everyone did, except Fred. You weren’t exactly good at hiding your feelings.

“I have someone in mind,” he grins slyly.

“Really? Who?” You ask, a bit too excitedly, and he gives you an amused look. “Come on Fred, tell me!” You wheedle but he puts a finger to his lips, zipping them shut.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he starts, “She’s in Gryffindor.”

Well obviously,” George snorts. Fred gives him a look that says what’s that supposed to mean? “You barely talk to any Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws are too smart to put up with your shit and Slytherins? I’m pretty sure that whole house hates you after the prank we pulled last year.”

Fred’s eyes light up at the mention of the prank and he enthusiastically starts to recount Snape’s reaction to his House’s robes being turned red and gold.

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“He didn’t say much, but do you think he could be talking about me?” you ask Hermione anxiously as you both get ready for bed.

“Well it would make sense. You are the girl he spends the most time with.”

“I hope he asks me,” you say wistfully, “Night Hermione.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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The next morning, Hermione’s forehead is wrinkled in thought when you sit down for breakfast, “Y/N,” she starts, “I heard from Lavender Brown who heard from Katie Bell that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball.” Her lips are pursed as she anxiously studies your face for some type of reaction.

“Oh,” you say dejectedly, “Good for him.”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Ginny says sympathetically, “My brother is an idiot.”

You give her a weak smile back.

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A few days later, Ernie Macmillan comes up to you and nervously asks you to Hogsmead. He’s sweating profusely but you secretly admire his bravery. You accept and the date is fairly uneventful, mostly consisting of playful banter, and he walks you back to the Gryffindor common room, kissing your cheek chastely before departing.

Fred and George caught sight of the kiss and Fred snorts, “A Hufflepuff?”

“What’s wrong with Hufflepuff?” You demand, crossing your arms.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he mutters before angrily storming off. George mouths “sorry, I’ll talk to him,” before following Fred.

Ernie doesn’t talk to you again after that date. Every time you approach him, he finds some reason to leave quickly. You couldn’t lie, it was hurtful, was the date that bad? He seemed almost scared to be around you.

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A boy from Durmstang ends up asking you to the Yule Ball. His name is Ansen. He’s tall and has nice eyes, so you accept. Maybe you aren’t in love with him, but he’s a nice distraction from Fred. You get along with him well enough, you both like quidditch and chocolate frogs. He’s not a bad dancer either, he twirls you around and that combined with your F/C dress makes you feel like a princess.

When the Yule Ball ends, he walks you back to the Gryffindor tower and wishes you a good night.

When you enter the common room, George and Fred are talking in harsh whispers, heads bowed. Both of them are still in their Yule Ball suit. Fred looks up and seems a bit annoyed, “Who’s that bloke you went to the ball with?”

“His name is Asen, he goes to Durmstang,” you say, shrinking a bit under Fred’s glare. “He’s really nice,” you added, just because you could.

“You went with him??” Fred huffed, sounding a bit disbelieving. “He’s Bulgarian, how do you guys even talk?”

George grinned, “I bet there’s not much talking involved when they get together.” You shoot him a look, not helping George.

Ginny glares at them from a armchair by the fireplace, the splitting image of her mother, and they shrunk under her angry gaze. “Stop being gits,” she grabs my hand and pulls me to the girls dormitory, “Tell me everything.”

Once you’re done recounting the date, she smiles, “He sounds nice.”

“He is.”

“You don’t sound too happy,” Ginny notes innocently.

“I know,” you sigh. “I just wish I that Fred had asked me.”

Ginny winces, “I know the feeling.” Harry, right.

“I’m sorry Gin.”

“Boys are stupid, who needs them?”

“Here, here,” Hermione agrees from her bed, her voice is thick with tears and muffled slightly by her pillow.

“I’m going to kill Ron.”

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The next day, Ansen’s hair is bright blue. When you try to talk to him, he seems disgruntled and brushes you aside, muttering something about “stupid Weasley twins” and “she’s not worth the trouble.” You narrow your eyes and put two and two together. Fred and George.

You storm up to them and Fred gives you an annoyed look as you cut of his conversation with Angelina.

“You two are unbelievable! You can’t just prank everyone I try to date,” your voice raises a bit and you know you’re making a scene, but you’re to mad to care. You can feel onlookers burning holes into your back with their curious stares.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Fred drawls and George quickly removes himself from the situation, putting his hands up like don’t get me involved.

“You dyed Ansen’s hair blue and now he won’t speak to me,” you shoot a glare at him, “Not to mention whatever you did to poor Ernie.”

“We prank everyone,” he says defensively.

“You scared them away,” your voice is accusatory.

“Well if they’re that easily scared away, they’re not worth your time,” he replies breezily.

“You don’t get to do this,” you repeat. Your voice is quiet but shakes with anger and hurt.

“Why not?” Fred asks, looking a bit sullen.

“Because you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to ruin all my chances of love after you broke my heart,” your eyes widen at your thoughtless confession.

He gaped silently for a moment, “When I broke your heart?”

“You took Angelina to the Yule Ball.” At his blank look, you felt your face grow hot with anger, “You know what? Forget it. Fuck you Fred Weasley. Stay out of my life”

“Wait, Y/N!” He scrabbles up and grabs your wrist. You jerk it away from him, feeling like he burned you, before running into the girls dormitory.

Hermione, who had been silently watching the exchange, set her book down, “Fred Weasley, you are a compete arse,” she hissed before running after you.

She finds you lying face flat on your bed, “Y/N? I’m sorry about Fred, boys are idiots.”

You let out a watery laugh, “I hate him,” you pause, “but I also love him and he doesn’t love me back and it’s hurts, Mione.”

“I know,” she sighed, wrapping you in a hug. You allow yourself to cry on her shoulder and she glares at the wall behind you, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to Fred Weasley for hurting you.

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You avoid the Fred for a whole week and you’re absolutely miserable. You’ve been spending more time with Hermione which is fun and all, but you missed George(and maybe Fred too). It’s not that you were mad at George, but if you spoke to him, Fred would probably be there. You made sure to continue to smile at George in hallways but your face would turn icy at the arrival of Fred.

The next week, you’re walking to potions and Fred grabs you and pulls you into an empty classroom. “I need to talk to you,” he says.

You sigh wearily and avoid his gaze, “What do you want Fred? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I want you.” His voice is so earnest and when you look up to meet his eyes, he’s smiling nervously, hands wrung together.

You look away, “No, you don’t. You’re just saying that because you can’t stand seeing me with another boy and no longer fawning over you like a lovesick little girl.” Your tone is venomous and you take a step back, preparing to leave but his voice stops you.

“That’s not true,” he says defensively, “I fancy you, I think I always have. It just took seeing you with another bloke for me to realize.”

“What about Angelina?”

“I don’t love her, I love you,” his frank declaration stuns you into silence.

“You love me?” your voice is a hoarse whisper.

His face flushes and you hate that you still find him endearing after everything he’s done, he nods solemnly, “I do. I know I’ve been awful to you these past weeks and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to see me.”

You feel your resolve crumbling, “I’m still mad at you but I do miss being friends.” You don’t address the love confession, you were still too mad and hurt for that.

“I’ll make it up to you Y/N, I promise.”

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He stays true to his word. He walks you to every class and even apologizes to Ernie, who is no longer avoiding you. He doesn’t try to demand anything from you or push you, leaving everything up to you. Slowly, you begin to trust him again and can feel your relationship shifting from friends to something else.

Your first kiss is at the end of the school year. You say goodbye to George and turn to Fred, nervously aware of his family standing a few steps away. “Write to me?” you ask and he nods. You stand on your tip toes and peck him on the lips, quickly. He stares at you in shock for a moment before gently grabbing your waist and pulling you in for another a kiss that leaves you both breathless. You can hear his brothers hollering in the distance and Molly scolds them.

When you pull apart, Fred’s face is almost as red as his hair, “Bye Y/N, I’ll uh- see you next year,” he pauses, “Or maybe you could come to the Burrow sometime during the summer? You don’t have to but I reckon Mum would love to have you, and I would too of course-“

You cut off his rambling with a laugh, “I’d love to Freddie.”

[littlesniggy]

Please, Headcanons (or scenario;; whatever you are comfortable with!) for when Marco Ace and Sabo insult their female s/o in a heated argument? Like insulting their insecurity accidentally? Sorry for my weird English. Thanks😊💚🙈

Hey Anon, thank you for requesting and I'm sorry for changing it a little bit. I've read so many headcanons/ scenarios about a character "accidentally" insulting their s/o that I thought that I make it in a way that it's not accidental. And, to be frank, I don't see Marco insulting his s/o, even by accident. You needed to have messed up big time for him to stoop so low sooooo I came up with two scenarios (as headcanons) where he would insult you. Also, no Ace and Sabo this round! Hope you don't mind it 🙈

Warning: angst

So, it takes a whoooole lot to even make him angry at his girlfriend in the first place so, I hate to say it to you, you must’ve screwed up big time in order for him to insult you. That being said, the most likely scenarios where he would insult you is either a) you’re being jealous for no reason or b) you’re being an asshole towards the crew, Whitebeard in particular.

Let’s play it through: he doesn’t like his girlfriend being jealous, especially not to an unbearable degree. A little bit of jealousy? Maybe. Anything above that? He’s out of there. It’s not cute, not even in the slightest when you accuse him of flirting with other women or when you get mad at him for even talking to another female being. You think you’re being cute and quirky? You’re just being a little shit.

So, if you act like this, maybe even on a daily or almost daily basis, you’re eventually bound to get into arguments with him that can turn nasty from both sides. You accusing him of whatever and him not wanting to put up with your bullshit. He knows exactly where this comes from but in his opinion, being insecure about yourself doesn’t give you the right to act the way you do,

When you keep pestering him about this other woman he will eventually snap. He knows it’s a low-life move to insult you and he feels bad for stooping so low and insult you but he justifies it by thinking that maybe, you need a reality check cause that’s not the way he wants to continue this relationship.

And his insults will hit deep. He won’t yell, he won’t even raise his voice. He will look at you with an emotionless expression on his face and say something along the lines of “Stop being pathetic. It’s disgusting.” Or “Are you done? Cause you annoy me with your insecure behavior.” If you get even angrier, he will just walk away and this relationship is over. If you start crying, he will stay with you but probably won’t comfort you. He will just let you cry until you’re done and then have a reasonable conversation with you.

After all, he would rather fix the problems in his relationship rather than just leave and he will eventually apologize for what he’s said but he will make it clear that he won’t tolerate this kind of behavior in this relationship. He trusts you and he expects you to do the same.

When you are being an asshole towards his family, there is a much higher chance of him losing his temper. Nobody messes with his family, not even you. He believes that, since Whitebeard took you in as one of his family, you have no right being an asshole towards him. And this way, he sees that you do not value family as much as he does and quite frankly, it’s a dealbreaker as well.

He is a caring man and he doesn’t want anyone who is unthankful, bratty, spoiled, or nasty towards others in his life. So, you acting this way is a pretty good indicator for him that this whole thing won’t work out. Up until you two (eventually) break up, there will be a lot of arguments, mainly consisting of him asking you why you’re acting this way. When you tell him that it’s no big deal and halfheartedly apologize he will get angry, telling you this is no way to behave in front of his family.

“Y’know, pops took you in as a sign that you’re part of his family. But when you keep this up, you’ll be all alone again, just like you deserve to be.” This shuts you up. He knows that you’ve been alone before and are afraid of being alone all over again so him pointing this out hurts a lot. This is probably also the time where you two realize that this whole relationship won’t work out.

[eddie-scarpa-lived]

Sergio Morello Jr. headcanons:

he is indeed a lucky bastard, not just by surviving lots of assassination attempts, but also with women and in games

he probably spends a lot of time in casinos (or at least did before there were assassination attempts)

at first, Salieri saw him as the sort of “irresponsible playboy who spends all the money and doesn’t do shit” younger brother and looked down on him

eventually, Sergio proved he’s very smart and ruthless with his enemies, which at first Salieri was impressed by, but then got a bit jealous (because Sergio was practically all that he was but more intelligent and handsome, luckier, younger, with blood relation to Marcu)

he loves music and probably plays the piano well (read it here and cannot get the idea out of my head; in the remake he literally is the type of villain who would be playing the piano at night in his mansion lmao)

he loves saying that he represents his brother, he loves when Marcu calls him little brother, but cannot stand when other people refer to him as “Morello’s little brother”

his and Marcu’s father probably died/disappeared from his life when Sergio was very young, so he always looked up to Marcu and idolized their absent father (that’s why he takes pride in saying “Do you know who I am? I’m a Morello!”, because he believes in the grandeur of the name)

maybe their father wasn’t really all that glorious, but he doesn’t know that - maybe he just believes in the stories that his mother and older brother would tell him (how he was a saint and how everyone respected him) - but maybe they just made those stories up the fact he was just a crook who ran off or something and Marcu eventually had to be the provider and protector of the family

their mother probably lives in some nice house Marcu bought for her in the countryside, and both her sons come there for sunday lunches sometimes (she’s a sweet confused old lady who thinks Marcu is in politics or something. and she actually remembers Salieri as Marcu’s friend and mentions him sometimes at the table, not knowing that they are no longer friends hehe)

while Ennio and Marcu are too focused on their fight, Sergio actually enjoys the créme de la créme lifestyle, and has a reputation of a playboy

he can be actually very charming and a great company, but once he gets mad he turns psycho

even back when they all used to work together, he would casually insult Frank (+ mockingly calling him “old sport”); Frank would always ignore it, and Sergio would be like “I’m just joking, old sport” while Frank just looks at him like ‘fuck you too’

generally speaking, he uses the words “pal”, “buddy” and “old sport” as derogatory terms for people he can’t stand

but I believe he would get along perfectly with Vincenzo (they both seem to have passion for what they’re doing, and enjoying the adrenaline of that - also from the cigarette card, we know that Vincenzo likes to brag about himself lol, and that’s definitely something Sergio would also do). so maybe they used to get along, but Vincenzo is fiercely loyal to Salieri, and when the Morellos try to assassinate him, he does not hesitate to go after Sergio (and takes it as a challenge, which excites him since Sergio “has a lucky rabbit’s foot up his ass”)

he definitely cares about expensive nice cars, and it was probably his idea to get Morello involved in the racing and sponsor Lichtenberg

he knows that if he pisses Marcu off, all it takes is to call him “Don Morello” to get back on his good side

he is very superstitious and believes that the small routines bring him luck, so he always wears a “lucky tie” or uses one specific gun. breaking these routines makes him nervous - and of course when his life is in danger, he has to change his habits, and it never feels right

[quellmythirst]

Summer Days and Summer Nights Part 7

Summary: Living in the city can get pretty boring, your hoping that this season is more interesting than the last. Although living in a tiny flat with your little brother certainly isn’t helping matters.

Characters: You (reader) x Billy Russo. Cooper.

Warnings: Kinda Angsty, Idiots. Adorable Brothers .Don't think I forgot anything.

Word Count: 1.6k+

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}

We’re in it now Babes. If you are under 18 DNI. Anyone under 18 can please FUCK OFF NOW. This ain’t for you. I do not consent to my works being copied, shared or rewritten. But feel free to rebagel and criticise me.

Notes: Dudes, my dudes. This is getting away from me and taking on a life of its own. I think "yeah, I know where this is going" and then Cooper and his sister take it somewhere else. Love you Xx

You don't hear from Billy for the next four days and being the reasonable human that you are. Do not. Do not stress that you were a fun girl for the weekend and fixed his Hammer problem. Your check had cleared and now he was done with you. You 100% do not fixate on that for the first 2 days. By the morning of the fourth day you're on the phone to Karen, asking her questions about him. Trying your best not to worry. He hadn’t even called you back, he didn’t seem the type to ghost you. Maybe something happened to him? What if something happened to him? No, it's fine. You’re not spiraling at all. Karen’s firm voice pulls you from the anxiety creeping up through your veins. She’s reassuring and delicate with you, in a way few others are. She knows he's a friend of Franks, that they served together in the Marines and that was about it. What help she was. You vent, filling her in on the details of the last few days and she gives it to you straight.

"He's either interested or not, you said he had to deal with Hammer. That's probably what he's doing. Why don't you go to the beach and calm down."

"Ugh - You're probably right."

"Probably? I'm always right. Get your shit and get going,"

Karen hung up on you, like she always did when you were driving her mad. You’d just finished putting your bathing suit on, when you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Yeh?”

“Hey Smalls, you doing ok? You’ve been in there a while, I heard you talking to Karen,” Coopers soft voice spoke, the voice he only used when he was worried. Wrapping your towel around your neck, worried that maybe there may still be marks on your neck. You threw a loose dress over yourself and opened the door.

“I’m alright,” you half smiled “Karen talked some sense into me,”

“Thank god someone did. I thought I might have to break down the door,”

“As if, I’m gonna head down to the beach,”

“Good idea, the sun and the surf always works it’s magic on you. Do you want some company?”

“I think I’ll be alright Coop. Thanks,” He really was a sweet brother, even if he drove you crazy sometimes. For the days you’d been locked in your room he always left meals at the door for you, not wanting to intrude, but still wanting to let you know he was there.

Snatching your rashie and board, you smile at the picture in your living room. The men were cuddled on the couch, Coop having gone straight back into Hudson's arms after speaking with you. Obviously you weren't jealous. "See ya boys, I’m leaving now,” you called from the door.

"Don't forget you promised to make dinner,"

"Yeh, yeh I'll be back before you guys die of hunger, don't forget to go to the store and grab the things on the list," you shouted back, remembering that you had promised him last week. Pleased with yourself, that you had enough forethought to make the shopping list and stick it on the fridge in hopes of reminding yourself. God, your plans are just not working out lately.

Xx

Laying back on your board you floated in the ocean. There weren't any waves today, daydreaming while the ocean gently rocked you was the next best thing. The sun soaking it's healing rays into your skin. You lay on your board thinking about the 2 days, well one day, you had spent with Billy. How it was the most carefree and happy you had felt in a long time. You needed to call him. He hadn't answered any of your texts yet, but Karen could be right, maybe he was busy. You paddled to shore, reaching into your bag to call him. Certain you would lose your nerve if you waited too long. Only to see 5 missed calls, all from him spanning the last few hours.

Your hands fumbled, brushing sand from your fingers onto yourself. You managed to unlock your phone, your fingers swiping fast to call him back. Maybe he needed your help? Thankfully, he picked up after one ring.

"Thank fuck, I was getting worried when you didn't pick up" he stammered.

"I haven't heard from you in days and you're worried?" You accused him, sounding harsher than you would've liked.

"Yeh, I was. Let me make it up to you, I'll come pick you up. Take you to dinner"

"What?" your face agape, your mind slowly processing his words.

“Let me apologise, I’ll come get you. We can talk about it over dinner,”

“Ugh- When?” You asked, not sure if he meant right now. You gripped your board under your arm, the blaze of the sunset filled your eyes and you started speed walking up the beach.

"10 minutes? What's your address?"

"I'm not at home, give me an hour,"

"How about I come pick you up?"

"I don't want to be a hassle-" you started to explain. Not really sure why he was so keen to see you after 4 days of nothing. Maybe he really had been busy, like Karen said.

"No hassle, where are you?"

"Main Beach" You sighed, realising no wasn't something he would accept. "I'll head up to the Surf Club"

"I'm not too far, I'll be there soon" he went silent for a moment.

"Anything else?" You said sarcastically, thinking maybe you shouldn't wait. No. Of course you’ll wait. Don't be stupid. He atleast deserved the chance to explain himself.

"I’m a few blocks away, Sweetheart. Don’t run off." can he read your fucking mind?

"Sure thing," you hung up the phone, trudging your way up to the surf club on the opposite side of the beach from where you were.

Xx

Sitting at a table outside the club, you waited. scrolling through your phone mindlessly. You heard the screech of rubber, when a black SUV stopped in front of where you were sitting. The front door opened and footsteps began making their way to you. Tucking your phone back into your bag, you stepped out of the table. Taking a hold of your board, you felt a warm hand wrap around your waist.

“I got that sweetheart,” Billy’s voice echoed behind you.

“Oh, thanks,” letting go of the board, you spun to face him. Your smile faded once you saw him, “My god, what happened to your face?” You asked, your hands flying to rub the cuts on his lip, eyebrow and cheek. Holding his face you brought him down to your lips, placing soft kisses on the marks. “Who did this to you?”

“Let's not talk about it here,” his low voice whispered to you, his hand on the small of your back, helping you into the car. He hopped in the driver's seat after putting your board in the back, his dark jeans hugging his legs when he sat down. The leather jacket made him look broader, more imposing against the dark leather of the seats.

“Can- can we talk about it now?” you asked, your eyes fixed on the road.

“We’ll talk at dinner ok?” he reassured you. “Sweetheart, where do you live? I’m guessin you dont wanna go out dressed like that?”

“I- yeh.” You said, looking down at your loose dress and bathing suit combo. Definitely not dinner attire. You tapped your address into the GPS. The drive only took 10 minutes, you were happy that you and Coop had managed to find somewhere so close to the beach. Billy took your hand, not saying a word, his thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand for the rest of the short drive.

“This it?” he asked, pulling up to your building.

“Yeah, that's it,” you smile up at the building, “You wanna come up? I’ll be quick,”

“You’re brother there?”

“Cooper? Yeh, probably. He lives here,” you eye him quizzically, not really sure what he was worried about. Sure Coop could be a dingus, but he always meant well.

“I think I’ll just wait, don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Trouble?”

“Just go on, I’ll wait.” he assured you, helping you get your board out of the back of the SUV “Don’t take to long,”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” you assured him, you grip your board and head inside. You rushed through the door, bounding up the stairs two at a time. Very impressed that you didn’t fall back down.

Xx

"What's the big hurry?" Coop called from the couch, when the door flew shut behind you.

"Got a date! Need to get ready ASAP," Cooper just rolled his eyes at your excitement.

“Glad you’re in a better mood than before” He shouted, while you ran up the stairs, “The beach worked its magic on you.”

“You could say that,” You replied, slamming your bedroom door shut behind you.

You showered quickly, washing all the sand away that was trapped in your hair and body. Making sure you rinsed out your bathing suit before hanging it in the shower.

Stepping out of the bathroom you heard voices echoing from downstairs. Checking your phone you saw you had been in the shower longer than you thought. Draping a towel around you, you cracked the door. Hearing Billy's voice from what sounded like the front door, he must’ve got tired of waiting and followed the sand trail up the stairs.

Pressing your face through the crack you listened a bit closer, you could hear that coarse tone in Cooper's voice that told you he was angry. Fuck. Quickly drying yourself off you slid on a pair of leggings and shirt, running down the stairs to see what was going on. Unfortunately for you, your foot caught on the bottom step, toppling you over and you landed face first on the wooden floor.

{Part 8}