#anyone for a nob joke?

[mimble-sparklepudding]

What, if any, is your biggest source of fear or anxiety when it comes to writing or otherwise portraying romantic or sexual scenarios?

I'm worried about not being a very good writer, especially when it comes to matters of sex and romance. If you want a quick comic poem full of nob jokes then I'm your man, but trying to come up with prose that communicates a sense of romance, let alone sexual chemistry, is very probably beyond me. I suppose I'm worried about sounding clichéd, clumsy or just flat out ridiculous.

I'm also probably shy about trying to write about same-sex romance or... well same-sex sex. Probably due to many years of internalised homophobia and a lack of examples to draw inspiration from (although that has been helped by being on here, as there are quite a lot of very talented creators covering such things - @scholarlostintime, @astrology-bf and @houserosaire for example). So it's not that I doubt it can be done well, it's just I'm not at all sure I could do it well...

And also, if I am going to try to do anything with a "ship" with a canon character, particularly a popular one, then I am very unsure that I could get their voice and character accurate enough. I don't know whether it feels disrespectful to be writing for a canon character maybe? It doesn't feel that way when other people do it. But I'm worried my attempt would be more crude caricature than faithful rendition.

Also if it's a character that lots of people ship their OC with then I will probably unfavourably compare my attempts with their far better work. And it might look like I'm poaching other people's ideas.

And, as @primamchorus has so eloquently said, it's quite tricky to talk about bodyparts without sounding prudish, childish or overly biological. I'm not even sure I could talk about them in general conversation, let alone in writing.

So there's a few barriers... Maybe I should stick to silly poetry?

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Friends. Just friends. How could anyone be just friends with someone so gorgeous? Sweat kept dropping down Sirius’s neck, his shirt was wet, his hair was wet, his cheeks were red, his lips were so dry that he kept licking them.

Remus was so hot he couldn't take it. He was literally so hot he couldn't breathe.

"Do you think Snivellus wants to kill us?" Sirius said, taking his time to speak. Remus understood it was so hard to talk, even breathing was hard in this heat.

"Or tempt us" Remus whispered, looking at the drop of sweat on Sirius’s neck.

Sirius heard him because he smiled.

"I reckon is not time for joking, Moony"

They've been locked in the bathroom for what felt like ages. Snape's doing. With one of his chemistry tricks, he had made the temperature and air in the bathroom be very hot. They had tried opening the window but it was stuck. They had tried calling for help but everyone was probably at The Great Hall for dinner. Plus, no one would come, the "Bathroom closed for repairing" sign probably kept everyone away.

Remus was struggling to breath properly and he kept sweating like a pig. But he had to admit that seeing Sirius so sexy like that was a gift.

They had agreed just to be friends though. And friends didn't drool while seeing their friend dying from heat. Would they die, eventually?

"God! I cannot take it anymore" Sirius moaned as he took his sweaty shirt off.

"What are you doing?" Remus asked midway.

But Sirius was already shirtless and Remus couldn't take his eyes away from his naked sweaty torso. He was biting his lip.

Remus hated this beautiful wanker for being a nob. For breaking his heart. For using him. For making him believe they could have something real. Maybe it was Remus's fault for continuing with everything while knowing how Sirius was. 'I am a free spirit' he had said 'I don't want a relationship just have a bit of fun'. Remus knew he accepted those terms but he was still angry that Sirius didn't change his mind.

"I cannot take it. I am too hot"

"Yeah, you are" Remus tried to swallow but his mouth was too dry "I mean we both are right now..."

Sirius looked at him "You should take some layers off, Moony"

Remus had been safe under the school's jumper even in the hottest days. The white shirt would be transparent to show everyone his binder, his feminine torso. So Remus was always covering himself. Though right now he was boiling.

What Sirius was saying was not in a flirty way. But rather concerned of Remus's health.

"I'm okay"

However Remus's self shame and disphoria were stronger than anything else.

"Remus, we are slowly suffocating. It's not that I wouldn't want to see you naked. But right now it's not about that"

"I know! But not thank you"

"Moony..."

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO, SIRIUS!"

"You can get a fever..."

"SHUT UP!"

Remus finally took off his jumper because he couldn't take it anymore. But there was no relief. Every fabric was burning him. He ripped his tie off and opened a few buttons of his shirt.

He knew Sirius’s eyes were on him. Remus didn't dare looking at Sirius. He felt exposed and he didn't like it.

There was silence for a while after that. Both boys trying hard to maintain their breathing stable.

"If we are going to die, Moony, I have to tell you something"

"We're not going to die" Remus snorted "Snape might be an arsehole but he is not a murderer. He will come and get us"

Sirius twisted his mouth as if he didn't believe him.

"Ok but Moony..."

Remus didn't want to hear more. He was so afraid of hearing that Sirius didn't love him, that Sirius didn't feel anything for him. Remus didn't want to hear how they should just forget what happened between them and move on. Because that was exactly what Remus believed Sirius was going to tell him. Mr. Free Spirit, Don't commit with anything or anyone. Fucking wanker.

"Shall we try opening the window again?" Remus interrupted.

Sirius was slowly panting and Remus tried not to make it weird and sexy in his mind.

"If we couldn't open it when we were stronger, I don't think we would be able to do it now"

In response, Remus struggled to get up.

"Moons..."

Remus noticed the surfaces of the loo like the sink, the stalls' doors, the walls and the floor were getting warmer and warmer.

The window in question was way up, almost reaching the ceiling. Remus thought about the imbecile who decided to build it that way many many years ago. Inconvenient. The window should be open at all times to ventilate any bad smells in the loo. Or maybe it had been open but Snape managed to close it and lock it for his stupid prank.

"Come and help me" Remus said panting as well. He craved some cold water. He would glady get into the freezing lake during winter. God, it was winter outside. They needed some air.

Remus extended his hand to help Sirius get up. The boy looked like he was melting on the floor. Sweating everywhere. Even in that state, he looked absolutely gorgeous. Remus probably looked awful.

Sirius raised his arm lazily and when they touched hands, Remus realized Sirius’s skin was sticky and hot. 'Do not make this sexy' Remus told himself as he put all his strength in lifting Sirius from the floor.

"Come on, get on me" Sirius said once he was on his feet.

"What?" Remus's cheeks surely were red. He could excuse it with the boiling temperature.

"I'll lift you so you can open the window" Sirius explained, looking exhausted "You're lighter....like a bag of bones"

Sirius smiled at his own comment. Remus wished he didn't love him this much.

"Fuck you"

Sirius made kind of a ladder with his hands. Remus climbed into it and sat on Sirius’s shoulders. Sirius was groaning and whining in the process. It was an awkward moment as well. Sirius’s face was too close to certain parts. And damn Remus was sweating everywhere even down there. And shit, why did Remus have to be a horny teenager full of hormones?

Something was clear. If he got out of here, he was going to kill bloody Snape.

"Fuck... Okay.... A little bit to your left, Sirius... The other left, prick.... There there there!!"

"Hurry up, Moony!! You're heavier than I thought!" Sirius said with a grunt.

Remus managed to get to the window. But it was indeed stuck. He tried sliding it with all his strength and nothing. He didn't have much strength anyway.

"Fuck, it's hard" Remus moaned.

"Sorry what?"

Please please please. Don't think dirty, Remus.

"The window, Sirius. Hard to open"

To Remus's surprise, Sirius giggled.

"I've never thought I'd be between your legs this fast, Moons"

Stupid little bastard. Remus was going to kill him.

That comment made Remus so nervous some how that he lost his balance. He slid from Sirius’s neck to Sirius’s waist, only because he grabbed him before he dropped to the hot ceramic floor. Then gravity pulled Remus back but since he was wrapped around Sirius’s body, he pulled the other boy down with him.

Remus hit the floor first and Sirius with his naked sweaty torso, and kind of a hard bult on his trousers, fell on top of him.

They both let out groans and gasps that in other circumstances would have sounded suspicious. 

If the Devil exited, he was surely delighted by the way Remus's mind was sinning as he stared into Sirius’s gray eyes. Mind full of indecencies. Body full of desire.

"Get off me! You're too hot!" Remus exclaimed "I mean in temperature!" he added seconds later.

This was too embarrassing to be true.

"Sorry" Sirius mumbled as he slid aside, facing the ceiling "You're hot as well, Moony" he added with a teasing tone "And I don't only mean in temperature"

Even though Remus was feeling weaker for the effort he had made, and felt his body was on fire and at the same time made of wax, he managed to laugh.

Luckily Sirius laughed with him. Though their voices sounded weaker.

"What, friend? Does this provoke something in you?" Remus asked jokingly.

"Do you feel something, friend?" Sirius replied with his cheeky voice.

Remus couldn't even explain all the wild things he was feeling.

Remus's head turned to look at the boy next to him. Sirius was already looking at him, all sweaty and red. So beautiful and sexy it was killing Remus.

Sirius scooped closer. Remus didn't push him away. He was too weak to move anyway.

"I want to kiss you so badly" Sirius whispered.

Remus was out of breath.

"I am still angry with you"

Remus wanted to kiss him too. So so badly.

"I know" Sirius closed his eyes in tiredness.

Remus was feeling very sleepy as well.

"I want to kiss you too"

Remus closed his eyes, because suddenly he couldn't keep them open.

Remus was barely getting air into his lungs. His body was so hot he didn't even feel it anymore. His clothes were wet and sticky. This was surely what dying felt like.

If these were his last thoughts, then all that Remus could think was how much he loved Sirius Black. There was anyone in the world that could make him feel this way. There was no one that he adored most. And he needed to tell him. Maybe forgive him. And then tell him that there was nothing Sirius could do to make him stop loving him.

"Sirius..."

"Mmm..."

"Sirius, wake up..."

Nothing.

"I told you, Professor. I saw Black and Lupin getting into that bathroom and lock themselves in there. Doesn't it seem suspicious?"

"Well, it does Snape"

Snape? That bugger had been planning everything.

"I bet they are planning one of their silly pranks"

Remus had to do something.

"Sir... Siri...."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"OPEN UP, YOU TWO!!"

More knocking.

"I SAID OPEN UP!"

Remus was drifting to sleep when he heard a loud BANG of the door being kicked open.

Then a yell:

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

Maybe the homophobic wanker of Slughorn would have a heart attack seeing two half naked boys lying on the floor covered in heat.

But Remus didn't care anymore. He heard distant noises as he drifted to sleep. And bam, he was unconscious.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

THE TEXT CONVOS !! I hope it looks ok. I left spaces between the texts (ALSO THANK U FOR THE REQUEST 💗 ) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍒: Buy pads please!! 🍊: Already did, anything else that may satisfy her majesty? ❤️

🍊: Hi pretty. Can't find my tie, did you took it? It's the navy one 🍒: No, must've been your side chick :( 🍊: Please tell me you're joking 🍒: I'm not 🍊: Woman I practically worship the ground you walk on 🍒: Screenshotting this to Lem. Also your tie is with me :) 🍊: You two got jokes huh

🍒: Pretty women called "sleepless nights worried about my husband" is waiting for me in bed 🍊: Not tonight love. Coming home in 5

🍊: What kind of streets do ghosts hunt? 🍊: Dead ends

🍊: Really want to shoot him in the head 🍒: What are you talking about? 🍊: He's so fucking cocky huh? 🍒: Ladybug? He's not doing anything 🍊: That "we should all order some food" sounded pretty flirty to me 🍒: You deserve the electric chair

🍊: Are you from Mississippi? Cause you're the only miss who's piss I'll sippie [You blocked this contact]

🍊: That nob better stop touching your shoulder before I give him a lobotomy 🍊: Got the "little off the top" looking haircut 🍒: HE ASKED FOR MY NUMBER 🍊: He should see an optometrist since he clearly didn't notice the ring on your finger 🍒: I told him I have a husband 5 times already but he said "it doesn't matter", so I gave him your number 🍊: That's my girl

🍒: [1 image attached] 🍊: Oh my fucking god 🍊: God took his time with you

🍒: Would you be mad at me if I punched you in the face? 🍊: What's the context love? Are we making out and you just started beating me up? 🍒: Why would I EVER do that??? 🍊: You tell me, you were the one who asked. 🍊: Wait you might actually be onto someting here love 🍒: THATS IT, SEX BAN 🍊: WHAT

🍒: What is taking you so long? 🍊: Lady at the cashier won't leave me alone 🍒: Please hurry up I want you to eat me out :( [Tan reacted with ❤️] 🍒: Tell her "husband duties are calling"

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: I'm really over here with Aristotle talking about plumbs and farmers and shit

🍒: Did you actually got into a fight with that Kimura guy just because he said he didn't like my tie? 🍋: Cherry defender first, human second

🍋: Bro is not listening to me 🤼‍♂️ 🍒: I'll hear you out on Henrys 🍋: [voice message: 42:33]

🍋: Got bored so I drew you 🍋: [1 image attached] 🍒: Thanks !! 🍒: Why do I have 3 fingers on each hand though? 🍋: I stole the other four

🍒: Are the cookies you left for me a prank? 🍋: Are they that bad? 🍒: What?? No!! Of course not!! 😊 I loved them!! 🫶 🍋: I got a feeling you're being sarcastic

🍋: Tan said nobody likes lemons 🍒: I'll kill him

🍒: The bartender asked for my phone number 🍋: BOOOOOO 📢📢 every time 🍒: I gave him Tan's number. Wanna catfish him? 🍋: LETS GO I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍊: The group name is stupid 🍋: IT'S GENIUS 🍒: It's literally what we are 🍊: I think I should've named the group so it wouldn't be something stupid 🍋: "Tangerines are sophisticated" This you❓ 🍒: Point and laugh 🫵🤣 🍊: Piss off

🍋: I burned the pasta 🍊: You can cook? 🍋: I tried 🍊: Never do it again 🍋: Piss off at least I wasn't the one who dropped the pod on the floor 🍒: This is why you two aren't allowed in my kitchen

🍊: I'm just saying, relationships should be 50/50 🍊: She looks pretty, while I growl at anyone who looks at her 🍋: It's getting harder and harder to defend you 🍒: People are gonna think you're insane 🍋: He is

🍋: [1 image attached, it's a selfie of us three] 🍋: BOY WE SEE THEM BABY BLUES 🍒: I swear people don't even say bless you anymore, they just stare at you like that 🍊: Do you two ever stop to think about what you're saying? 🍋: No 😼 🍒: Nope 🍊: It shows

yeah no kidding you aced the shit out of these!!! and they are so fun to read !! I definitely get what you mean now by them being fun😭

LOVE LOVE LOVED them all but these have gotta be my faves

THIS ONE??? had my cracking up. was still thinking about it and laughing to myself ages after reading 😭😭

little off the top and the ring comment 😭

and giving the guy tan number and him saying that’s my girl🫠

god took his time with you??? melting

WHY IS THAT SO ACCURATE!!! lemon definitely sends really long voice messages and spams with videos. like he’s giving you mini personal vlogs😭😭😭 he just starts talking about the most random shit walking around the house. “… yeah they said his car is fucked— no way. I just found this.” and holds it out to the camera and then he carries on with whatever he was saying before

I feel like he struggled to draw all 10 fingers and got fed up so gave you simpson hands instead

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

What was the worst thing that a Gull ever did to a Sharpie? (or vise versa?) 

I'd love to see them racing! Or maybe heavylifting championships in the yards

Those are good ideas! I suppose it's possible the railway might condone a "do you even lift bro" competition in the yards; the F.R. did host shunting contests in the early '20s. No promises. But I'll pick a sticky note on that ;)

Hmm. I should clarify off the bat that the degree to which everyone else on the F.R. despairs at this "feud" is a bit overblown; it's kind of my little ongoing joke about how sheltered they are that this petty schoolboy stuff is considered so Disgraceful. Like, for the most part it's just a volley of words. Obviously, words can hurt, but it's all very sibling squabble kinda stuff.

The Sharpies trying to see if they couldn't con the Seagulls into doing some of their work in A Hole in the Net was actually one of the more dramatic stunts in their whole history. It was as close as anyone ever came to sabotaging the others. If you're like "but that's kind of a nothingburger," like, yeah. I agree with you. (That's kind of why it was so fun to make Nobby and Smotes lose their minds over it.)

Every once in a while (not common) a fight breaks out in the yard and you find a Sharpie and a 'Gull locking buffers and getting into a (usually) very stupid, stalemate-y shoving match, and sometimes there's a commotion and lots of whistling and jeering from the sidelines, and a teacher driver or foreman breaks it up, and things settle down for another year or two. The end.

(At one point in the 1920s there will almost certainly be a scene where Coppernob tells Edward that he deserves whatever nonsense the Big Blue Bastards are up to on Sodor because it's some sort of karmic circle-of-life bullshit repaying him for his own class's idiocies when they were young and Edward just sort of gives him a thousand-yard stare and is like Nobby. It's not the same thing. It's not the same thing at all.

Because for all their squabbling and mutual dislike, the Sharpies and the 'Gulls recognize that they are on the same team. There are, like... rules of engagement, and norms of civilized behavior such that even your own class elders will take you aside and ream you out if you cross a line with the other side, and nobody would ever dream of actually sabotaging a rival's work, or rooting for one of their rivals to be scrapped, or insulting you to your face in lieu of thanking you when you help them, or various other horrible rubbish that your average RWS/TTTE/fan-created villain gets up with clockwork regularity.)

The ugliest episode, though. One does stand out. This was back 1892, very early in the feud, before most of the Seagulls and lots of the Sharpies were even made. In 1892 Sharpie 115 fell with the rest of the subsidence in the Lindal mine collapse. At first the four 'Gulls thought this was a hilarious development in their already rough-and-ready rivalry with the Sharpies. They spent a night joking about it. Then, although other engines got them to lay off, they spent the next day complaining about the long delays at Lindal around the rescue effort.

Obviously, this was all an absolute dick move. It is fair to observe, however, that at this point the four idiot children had lived a charmed life and the idea of terror and misery and mortal peril was nowhere on their radar—and all the engines, in those first twenty-four hours, expected that 115 would be rescued. When 115 was finally abandoned the 'Gulls were shocked and the Sharpies were devastated.

The 'Gulls, finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, were ashamed of the things they had said and finally applied to the Copper-Nobs for guidance on how to comport themselves (not that the Copper-Nobs knew; this was all so unprecedented). They apologized and spent the following months trying to make amends. As time went on more and more of the original Sharpies accepted that the 'Gulls had grown up and that horrid night was well in the past. But, as you might expect, there are some that could never forgive this. Of course, those are also the Sharpies who aren't getting into petty squabbles—they were just quietly bitter about it and interacted with the original 'Gulls (and, for some of them, the later 'Gulls) as little as they possibly could.

Again, to the younger Sharpies and 'Gulls this is History and the version of the feud that they carry on is considerably less heavy. Louder, more for show, but it lacks most of that fundamental bitterness of the original classes.

And everyone now understands that there are Standards. Even before their grouping into the L.M.S. sweeps away most of the feud, they call a truce now when things are serious. For instance, 29/61 ensured that the Sharpies did not mock 22/33 after he and his train was stranded on the Leven Viaduct in 100 m.p.h. winds, and the Seagulls were somber when Management began scrapping Sharpies in the '10s and in fact were more sympathetic to (the new) 22 after the events of Springtime than his own clan was.

(The Sharpies after a while felt 22 was upset far out of proportion for an engine that had been forced to halt and gotten a couple of flat tyres out of the deal. The Seagulls had a better understanding of why 22 was so depressed afterwards. As 36 in particular noted, they all knew it was perfectly normal for an engine to have been through the emotional wringer after a shift with Dick Tartt had taken a bad turn!)

[witched-kid-writer]

Day five of 31 Days of Horror: Den

TW: Kidnapping

There is a steady ticking of a clock. She cannot see it on any of the walls. But still it echoes loud through the room. A few times she wonders if it is even a clock at all or just the sound of her own heart hammering in her chest but when she covers her ears it fades ever so slightly. So she resigns herself to sit and wait and listen to the ticking of an unseen clock.

She is unsure of how long ago she was lead to this room and told to wait but she is sure, sitting in the heart of this house too large to for any one person, that it has to be an unreasonable amount of time. Her host has to make an appearance soon to be able to uphold the last sense of decorum. Salvage some sort of civility. But all that seems to be want to grace her presence is echoes of a clock.

There is nothing in this sitting room but a couch, two arm chairs, and a fireplace with an empty mantel. She thinks that just above it would be the perfect place to hang a clock but the wall is blank. It doesn't even look like there has ever been anything hanging there ever. Or hanging on any of the walls. There isn't a picture or painting in sight, just the off yellow walls and brown beadboard. 

There has to be a reason her host hasn't shown up yet, some sort of emergency. She would check the time but the invitation had made it very clear to not bring any sort of camera phone with her, claiming some sort of security risk. While she wasn't one to usually honour such requests she couldn't turn down the money, not with rent and bills due so soon, so she left her phone hidden away in the glove box of her car. 

The couch's fabric feels too stiff and scratchy and try as she might she just isn't able to tune out the ticking of the clock. She wonders briefly if this is meant to be some sort of test. If maybe her host is waiting to see how long she will patiently wait for someone to join her, someone to lead her away to a back bedroom. Or if maybe her host was waiting for her to finally get fed up and go search them out herself. She got up, intending to go for the rooms door, and for a moment the ticking stopped. When it did so did she but the moment she was still again the ticking picked back up; as steady as it was before. 

At this point she had to have been there more than an hour, just sitting in the room waiting and she decided that enough was enough. It didn't matter how much she would have gotten paid she wasn't going to stay in this room and wait for nothing. So she headed for the door and twisted it's brass nob only to find it locked. She pushed on the door, pulled on the handle, yanked with all of her might but the thing wouldn't budge.

She called out, thinking maybe someone would hear her, someone would realize their mistake and come let her out, but the only reply she got was the ticking of the unseen clock. There was no other door to this room, there were no windows either. There was no way to signal to anyone she was trapped. Her heart raced, beating faster now than the ticking of the clock. She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled out again, thinking maybe this was some kind of cruel joke, that maybe if she showed herself freaking out enough they would come and open the door. They would point and laugh and shove a camera in her face and post the video to social media for everyone to make fun of her but she would be out. But there was only the ticking of the clock.

And then something shifted outside the door. It was quiet, she almost missed the creaking of the floorboard but it timed just in between two ticks of the clock. She held her breath and pressed her ear against the door and just faintly she could hear someone breathing. Raspy breaths like they had just finished running some great distance.

If someone was there why weren't they letting her out? She leaned against the door a little more and quietly said, "Hello?"

The breathing paused and then an answer, as quiet as a whisper, "Do you think you'll outlast the others?"

[10blue10]

TNR: What Could Have Been

I decided to continue from my previous THW post and come up with a new version of The Nine Realms. This spin off show would take place a thousand years (give or take) after the events of the AU version of THW. I’ve changed the characters names but feel free to picture them as they appear in the show.

Title: Flight Club

Premise: the characters live in Canada, and their parents work for a nonprofit called DRACO - Dragon Research And Conservation Organisation. The members of this org believe dragons should be treated as wild animals - they should be studied and protected, but not ridden or trained by humans. The five teens want to ride dragons however so they start a secret ‘Flight Club’ for it.

Protagonists

Leader: Kory Kullersen

Kory is short for Hickory, which is a source of amusement for everyone except him.

He knows he’s descended from Hiccup (he took a DNA test one time) and decides that he too is going to befriend and learn to ride a Night Fury.

He ends up befriending a Night Light (M) who is mostly black with a white stripe all around its body. This is why Kory names his dragon Oreo.

As a kid he was a member of the Scouts and knows how to survive in the wilderness. Which helps when he and his friends go off ‘camping’.

His uncle Robert (who may or may not be descended from Gobber) is a mechanic and taught him how to use tools/fix machines.

He sucks at using computers. He can manage his phone but that’s it.

Lancer: Julian ‘Ian’ Feng

Ian and his big sister are adopted and have two mums. One of whom is a Canadian named April and the other is a Chinese-American named Mai.

Even though he prefers being called Ian, his sister teases him by calling him July. They both joke that a third sibling will be called Augustus.

The two of them can read and write Chinese and use it to communicate in a secret sibling code (secret to everyone except Mei, of course).

Ian bonds with a Hobblegrunt (F) he names Hob-Nob. Kory gets annoyed that his idea to name a dragon after a cookie was stolen.

Ian loves aircraft and plays on flight simulators. It’s Kory’s idea to ride dragons, but it’s Ian who figures out the best way to do that.

He and Kory have a ‘vitriolic besties’ kind of relationship. They bonded over having stupid first names but also tease each other about it.

Heart: June Feng

June is the most organised of the group. She’s fond of calling her brother and friends idiots (affectionate) and reminding them to take first aid stuff, snacks, water and to go to the toilet before they start flying around.

She’s a big history/dragons buff and loves pestering Kory about his heroic ancestor. He keeps telling her it’s really not that big a deal.

Her dragon is a Windwalker (M) she decides to name Gary, as in gharial, a species of crocodilian native to Asia that the dragon resembles.

June is very passionate about protecting dragons and will swear like a sailor, in both English and Chinese, at anyone trying to hurt them.

This contrasts nicely with her well groomed, fashionable appearance. Which also contrasts with her brother, who is kind of a slob.

Between their mums, June is closer to April than to Mei, since April is a bit more supportive of her interests whereas Mei thinks she should focus on her studies.

Big Guy: Michael ‘Mick’ Angelo Gonzalez

He has a big brother called Leonardo, a little brother called Raphael and a little sister called Donna.

In case it wasn’t obvious, his parents are big fans of TMNT. Mick…not so much. He doesn’t hate the cartoon, he just thinks his parents went a bit overboard naming their kids after the main characters.

As their strongest friend, Mick is the ‘lifter and carrier’ of the group. He likes to be useful, but wishes he wasn’t seen as just ‘the strong guy’.

Mick rides a Thunderclaw (M) he names Rhino, because he loves animals.

He’s the one who suspects the dragons aren’t merely intelligent, but full on sapient, and with Alexa’s help comes up with ways to test this hypothesis.

Mick has a crush on June and thinks she’s the prettiest girl he knows.

Smart Gal: Alexa Baker

She’s the techie of the group, and her friends like to joke that Amazon’s Alexa was named after her.

Out of all the five, Alexa is the most nervous around dragons. She is particularly anxious when it comes to the more aggressive species.

The irony is that her dragon ends up being a Changewing (F) that she names Maple.

She likes to challenge herself by sneaking past her dad, who is head of security at the research institute they’re staying at.

Her dad and Kory’s mum seem to have a thing for each other, which is super awkward, because Alexa has a crush on Kory and definitely doesn’t see him as a step-brother.

Alexa has a great love of detective stories, escape rooms and other puzzle solving games.

The Dragons

Oreo: an adventurous and stubborn male Night Light who’s father is a Light Fury and mother is a Night Fury. Oreo grew up on New Berk until he set off to explore. He meets Kory when the boy is out hiking. Oreo isn’t scared of humans, but has no interest in having a rider. Kory’s persistence pays off however and he ends up rescuing the boy from a territorial Whispering Death.

Hob-Nob: a gentle and skittish female Hobblegrunt who is caught and studied by the researchers at DRACO, to learn more about her species colour change abilities. When Ian realises how desperate she is to be free, he lets her out of her cage. In her rush to leave she accidentally snags him and carries him back to her nest. He earns her trust by freeing her and also not harming her babies.

Gary: a playful and daring male Windwalker who is rescued from poachers but left with an injured wing. He splashes June with water from his pool when she walks by. She splashes him right back and the two of them quickly become friends. When she realises that he’s lonely without his pod, June spends more time with Gary, earning his trust until he offers to let her ride on his back.

Rhino: a grumpy and tenacious male Thunderclaw who is also rescued from poachers. He was left behind by his migrating flock and needs to recover from a broken leg before he can catch up. Mick is the one who takes care of him whilst he’s recovering, and whilst Rhino takes a while to warm up to the teen, they bond eventually. Rhino then decides to stick around with Mick after that.

Maple: a mischievous and inquisitive female Changewing who turns up to explore the research facility. She sees Alexa sneaking out and follows the girl. At first Alexa is really nervous and keeps trying to shoo her away, but it’s no good. Eventually the staff catch Maple and plan to relocate her. Alexa, not wanting her new friend to be sent far away, lets her out of the cage instead.

Antagonists

The Bully: Lee ‘Buzzcut’ Burns

An old bully/ rival of Kory and Ian, he shows up in the area on holiday (supposedly) and discovers the gang are riding dragons.

He demands a dragon of his own in exchange for keeping the secret.

Lee secretly plans to use said dragon to make money.

The gang do their best to keep him from both getting a dragon to abuse and from revealing their secret club to the adults at DRACO.

The Smuggler: Damien Evans

The leader of a smuggling/poaching ring that captures and sells wild dragons to various, often illegal, zoos and menageries.

He is an enemy of the flight club members by extension of being in conflict with DRACO. However, since they’re teens he doesn’t take them seriously.

Their first encounter with him is when they rescue a baby Featherhide that he’s smuggled from Brazil, even though it’s too cold in Canada for her.

Damien is greedy and arrogant. He thinks his connections will be enough to keep him from going to prison. Kory and the others become determined to prove him wrong and put him behind bars for good.

The Bounty Hunter: Jacque ‘The Ripper’ Kennedy

He claims dragons are dangerous beasts that must be culled for the good of society and the ‘ecosystem’, despite not really caring about nature.

This is really just a thinly veiled justification for his desire to kill dragons for glory and prove how tough he is.

Jacque is convinced he is descended from the Normans, who in turn are descended from Vikings, and sees himself as ‘continuing their legacy’.

The fact that it was Vikings who fought against dragon hunters isn’t something he wants to acknowledge. He doesn’t see the original Berkians as ‘real Vikings’. His idea of ‘real Vikings’ are white supremacists.

[snexy-the-snail]

Okay wow a lot of you seemed to enjoy my little idea- and now its rotting my brain so-  

Breaking into the industry was hard and wasn’t without some sacrifices, that was something that Jackson had learned very quickly. After starring in a few short films, he got offered the chance to work on a movie. A movie with a production team. He said yes and the jitters hadn’t stopped since. “I can’t believe it.” he whispers to himself, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. He was supposed to be coming in today to discuss the pay, his role, and of course to get fitted for costumes and such.   

There was a sense of wrongness that nagged at the back of his mind, but he shoved it down further, crossing lots to make it to his meeting on time. It was a studio; he would be safe. Rules and such existed and any giant he had seen was on the other lots. He takes a small breath in as he approaches the door, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches for the nob.  

He shouldn't be this nervous, nothing bad was going to happen. It was a job, his big break, something he had been looking forward to since he was a young kid. He pushed the door open surprised to see...well nothing. Huh..maybe he had come too early?  

“Um...hello? Is anyone in here?” No response comes, his voice echoing slightly through the dark. Jackson swallows hard, feeling against the wall for a light switch. In his hast the door slams shut behind him darkness encircling him. Oh. This was terrifying. “Hello?”   

There was shifting in the darkness, a breath of relief escaping Jackson. He wasn’t alone in the dark, which was great, he really hated the dark. He takes a deep breath, before plastering what he hoped was a confident smile on his face. That was promptly wipes off his face when dim lights illuminate a large form. Much larger than he had been expecting.   

“Well, well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” A voice practically purrs from the giant in front of him. Jackson swallows nervously, forcing himself to laugh weakly. “Y-yeah pleasant.” He repeats taking a small step back. Just because this was a giant didn’t mean anything right?  

His heart drops when a shoe larger than him comes into view. No reason. No reason to be skittish, he was just being rude. “Well, haha you know why I’m here.” he laughs, hating how shaky it sounded.   

“Of course, I know why.” The chuckle that followed felt...wrong. It sounded too amusing, too much like a joke he wasn’t let in on. Jackson grips the edge of his shirt to keep from bolting. This was his big break after all, surely it was just a test or something.   

“You’re my little snack for the morning.”  

What?  

Jackson could feel the blood practically draining from his face, the pounding from his heart nearly deafening with how suddenly it came. “No! No, I’m not here for that.” He manages to choke out, backing up. A scream draws from his throat as a hand reaches from the dim lighting. Fingers as tall as him encircling his body and holding him in a loose fist. “Wait! Hey!” he yelps as he’s brought upwards, the dim light fading slightly as he’s lifted up higher and higher. He had never even been this high before.  

The lack of light made it hard to see much of any details, but he saw that smirk and that glint in the giant’s eyes. It didn’t look friendly at all.   

“No nononon let me go! Please no- please someone HELP!” His voice felt raw from screaming so much, another sob wracking his body as the grip changed from a loose fist. He finds himself dangling above the giant’s smirking face. “You’re a bit noisy, aren’t you? Don’t worry I can take care of that.”   

The giant’s lip's part, teeth glinting in the dim light, warmth brushing against his body as another chuckle comes from below. Jackson felt that if he wasn’t already as white as a sheet his blood would’ve drained from his body. “Wait- wait can’t we talk about this?” He yelps, reaching up to grasp at the massive fingers holding the back of his shirt. “Talk? Oh, how sweet, but this isn’t a dinner date just a quick. Little. Snack.” with each word he was lowered further and further to the giant’s maw.   

The pulsing of the giant’s throat was rhythmically and more alive than he every wanted to think about. His breath hitching as he stared basically down the giant’s throat. His heart pounded in his chest; his eyes still fixated on the certain death that loomed below him. There was a law to keep this from happening, there was security and cameras...then again there wasn’t here it was just an empty building. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. His story ended like this? To be one of the many humans who went missing without a trace. Would anyone ever care?  

A sob draws from his chest, bringing his knees up to his chest as he was slowly lowered to the mouth. A squeak escapes him as the tongue comes up, almost creating a barrier between him and the row of teeth, it was oddly...gentle? Bitterly he wished the giant would chew him up, at least he wouldn’t slowly melt away in his stomach.  The pooling warmth seeps into his clothes as the saliva dampens the fabric.  

What was the point in fighting now? It hadn’t worked to begin with. A whine draws from his throat as the muscle curls around him. Keeping his arms and legs pinned to his sides as pearly white teeth sealed him back into darkness. He squeezes his eyes shut; the warmth nearly overwhelming now that it was surrounding him. Saliva soaked into his clothing, pooling around him with every second. He had to taste good then, any moment the giant would swallow, and he would-  

Light floods in suddenly, the crisp fresh air almost stinging against his face and in his lungs. Jackson taking several gasping breaths in, the chill making him almost miss the humid air. Everything tilts forward, those massive fingers coming into view and hooking around his waist, bringing him- was he out?  

“Well done! Well done, you did such a good job kid.”  

“What?” Jackson croaks.  

The giant continues however like he hadn’t heard him. “The screams? Those had to be a nightmare for the vocal coach to teach you huh? Really raw sounding stuff.”   

Jackson blinks in surprise, the dim lights suddenly turning into bright florescent lights, a bustling of voices sounding from below them. A familiar face greeting him.   

Aiden, a giant actor. He was terrifying in his movies, Jackson remembering an older film that had him sleeping with his parents for years after watching. Fingers lift his own arms up, green eyes rolling over his body, like he was trying to find something Aiden still speaking to him too, now warm in a tone, something about his ‘acting’. Did...Aiden really think he was acting?  

The tears hadn’t stopped, still streaming down his face, Aiden seeming to notice them or at the least acknowledge, a frown tugging down on the corners of his mouth. A slightly hysterical laugh bubbling out of Jackson. “Acting?” He repeats, his voice cracking mid word. Aiden’s eyes crinkle, his expression softening drastically. It was so different from the cruel glint he had seen earlier.   

He can’t help but flinch as the giant moves, the pad of his finger delicately pressing against his cheek, wiping saliva and tears away.   

“I wasn’t- they didn’t-” He cuts himself off with a hiccup, his chest aching from sobbing earlier. A brief flicker of confusion, and something else crosses Aiden’s face before things move rapidly, the soft feeling of fabric pressing against him. Out of reflex he grasps the material, burying his face into the material. Distantly he could hear the steady thumping of a heart? He pulled back slightly, his cheeks warmed when he realized what exactly was happening.  It wasn't as horrible as he thought being held by a giant would be.  

The subtle trembling of his body slowly faded away as the smooth movements soothe his fear. A hand cupping more around him, shielding him from the busy workers no doubt standing below them.  

"Did he know?" There was a sharpness in the man's tone that he didn't expect. The digits currently cupped around him twitch before curling more around him. He couldn't hear the answer but judging by the fact that they were now walking meant Aiden didn't like the answer. 

Okay okay hear me out-

Pred is a known actor and works a lot on movies when the pred is portrayed as the 'evil hungry giant' only the pred absolutely adores preys, and gets all soft and sweet when the scene ends, just constantly making sure the prey is alright, 'I didn't scare you too bad did I?:((' type of treatment.

Well the pred is under the impression that for the scene where they "eat" the human that the prey knows its all an act. Only the prey is a new to the scene and hasn't been told that the pred isn't actually going to hurt them so their fear is *real* when the pred starts taunting them, the begging, the fighting all of it is genuine terror

And the scene ends once the human is fully inside the preds mouth, the prey just waiting for it all it end- only they're carefully slid out of the preds mouth and absolutely praised for their acting, gentle hands checking their body over for any bruises or scrapes they might've gotten from fighting-

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera. in my phone gallery, the first two are selfies. one is a close up, one’s a mirror shot. the third is of our cat and our guinea pig who passed back in September that we had since 2018 both lying next to one another on my fiance’s lap. the fourth is of just our cat on his lap. the fifth is of the same guinea pig wrapped up in a ‘hidey hole’ in the blanket on the couch. 

Have you got any half or step siblings? a stepsister by marriage, and she’s the sister I never had!

Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on? I’ve met several people online, two of which I consider sisters who I met in late 2007 and early 2008 respectively. I met the first one from 07 who’s name is Allie, my nickname for her is Bee, and she’s British and lives in the UK. December 2012 she got to go with her class in uni on a school trip to NY and I made damn sure I got there from NJ to finally meet her face to face. best three days of my life, despite hellish circumstances during and revolving around the trip...definitely worth it. I can’t wait to see her again hopefully in the near future since it’s been over a decade since (OMFG THAT LONG?!...)

oh and we met through roleplaying sites for the show Instant Star which was made by the producers and creators of Degrassi.

When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? I’m ALWAYS fuckin sick cause of my Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome...

Do you know anyone with a serious anger management problem? ha try my entire family on mom’s side, Mom being the WORST.

What color is your wallet? it’s black, gold zipper and it’s an Eevee wallet so it’s got a big pic of Eevee on it with symbols spread out in the background

Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? many many times over!

Do you have an unhealthy obsession with colored furry throw pillows that are different shapes and sizes? no

Have you ever had to call the cops on someone else before? I don’t believe I ever did personally, but god knows all my life the cops have been called on us cause of the constant domestic violence with my mom and dad, and then later on because of my mom and me....

Don’t you hate it when people suddenly love a celebrity when they die? I mean I don’t take it personally but with anyone, not just celebrity but especially any human being especially those closest to you, it’s fucked up when they make such a scene after the fact rather than while they were still alive. it seems shallow as fuck and fucked up.

What was the last cocktail you drank? Jack and Coke and dear fucking god do I neeeeeeeeeed some right now!

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? to an extent but my mind constantly runs so much and adding in my anxiety and short term memory issues...not very well or long

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? hmm not sure really

Do you have a dishwasher? no and it sucks not having one 

Do you make to-do lists? no

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? I call everyone hun, guy or girl. obviously babe, baby for my fiance. and my two close girlfriends who I consider sisters, I call one Suga and the other Bee. we also call each other nob too. inside jokes over the years that stuck lol

What pet names do you like to be called? babe, baby, girl (in affectionate way)

Have you ever developed your own film? no

What breed was the last dog you saw? I saw a few out with their owners yesterday on the drive to and from the cancer institute...umm I can’t really remember what kinds, but I could swear one looked like a border collie :P

What’s your favorite thing to do at the end of the day? relax as much as possible, distract with tv, scrolling through my phone, cuddle with the cat

Do you have a hard time letting things go? yeah 

When did you last feel fear? last week cause I slipped and it was obvious from how I was talking on the phone with mom, so needless to say I was terrified she’d text my fiance about it..

What last made you smile? phone call a little while ago with results from an ultrasound I had yesterday on my neck for an upcoming surgery, which were negative for any spreads

Have you ever walked through a sunflower field? yeah when I was very little, Mimi loved sunflowers and I have pictures of us standing in front of one...I don’t remember it though sadly

Are you a fan of Taylor Swift? What’s your favorite song from her? yeah, I’ve got several faves

What’s something great that has happened to you recently? finding out that my fiance saved up/set aside $3,000 so I can finally pay off all my fines from my DUI last year and revoke my probation so it’s finally over...such a fucking unbearable weight and stress for over a year now, is finally almost done and I’ll be free of it hanging over us...

Would you ever paint your bedroom bright blue? not bright but my bedroom at my dad and stepmom’s house I had painted a slate blue shade so it’s kinda on the semi darker side..kinda grayish blue similar to Tumblr homepage but lighter

What’s your favorite way to eat rice? with a fork, and with soy and duck sauce. I can’t use chopsticks to save my life lol

What’s something that has really impacted your life? so many things that I really can’t get into right now...

What did you last have as a snack? David brand pumpkin seeds with the shell (the same brand that makes the best sunflower seeds)

Do you like lima beans? they’re okay

How many bottles do you see from where you’re sitting? a few, wish they were alcohol

Do you ever do these surveys with your SO? no

Do you have a waste basket in your car? currently don’t have a car, but usually do a trash bag hooked around the stick shift, fiance does the same thing but he rarely uses it XD he just tosses stuff in the back or on the passenger side floor where I sit when I’m in it with him

What’s the last wild animal you have seen? birds around our house, and yesterday on the way to the cancer institute we saw a wild turkey along the side of the road :D we get those from time to time around here given all the land and farms

Something you were surprised to learn about your parent’s childhood? just how much partying and drugs they really did compared to the lighter version of honesty I got from them all my life...explained sooooooo much of my very young years (baby-7 years old)

Have you ever told a friend you thought their parent was hot? not to their face...XD

Have you ever destroyed another person’s belongings out of anger? no I grew up with shit being busted and thrown and used as a weapon even, I could never do that ever...

Which painkiller do you use? usually Ibuprofen/Excedrin. I have a prescription for Fioricet which is as needed for severe migraines, which I’ve had all my life genetically from my grandfather on mom’s side but the last several years I’ve weirdly been okay so yeah just over the counter mostly

Would you like to be part of a wedding party? I’ve been a guest to a few, but yeah to actually be like say a bridesmaid would be cool...although I’m waiting on my own wedding right now

Have you ever thrown anything up to hang on the power/phone lines? no

Something you taught yourself how to do? tie my hair in a ponytail and never looked back, write songs, some “feminine” needs...

What is the last song you listened to in a car? we weren’t playing any music yesterday, so I guess the radio station my last Uber had on which was on March 28th

Do you currently feel calm? yeah I’m okay right now

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team? GB Packers, NY Giants, NY Jets

When did you last sign your signature? about an hour or so ago for a specialty med that was dropped off at my door. I had to sign the receipt to send back to them for no copay, that I received it, and to sign up for text message notifications regarding getting refills and shipping

What cover do you think is better than the original song? definitely Sound of Silence that Disturbed does. David Dreyman’s voice is so fucking perfect for that song, and I love the spin on it that they did. so haunting and beautiful and emotional.

Who is the last person that gave you butterflies? my fiance every day

Are you planning on kissing anyone tomorrow evening? yeah my fiance

Have you ever told a guy you were a lesbian to get him to leave you alone? no 

If you have a favorite television show, who’s your favorite character? impossible considering there’s so many shoes, let alone characters 

[storiesforallfandoms]

soft side ~ billy hargrove;stranger things

word count: 2517

request?: yes!

“Could you by any chance write a Billy Hargrove fluff?? You know before he died. Like maybe he’s really sweet to the reader and she’s the only one he lets see his soft side.”

description: in which the big bad bully falls for the quiet girl and shows her a side of him that no one has ever seen before

pairing: billy hargrove x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse

masterlist (one, two)

It all started on a rainy day.

I had missed the bus and both my parents were working. My only option to get home was to walk nearly an hour in the pouring rain.

I was walking as fast as I could without flat out running, my backpack held over my head. It wasn’t doing much to shield me from the rain, but it was better than nothing. I was already drenched from cars splashing me and I was shivering so hard my teeth were chattering.

I flinched as I heard another car approaching. It slowed to a stop beside me and when I looked over, I was shocked to see it was Billy Hargrove’s car.

“Need a ride?” he asked.

If it were anyone else, I would’ve said yes. But Billy Hargrove had a reputation for being a bully. He had never spoken to me before, so I wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not. For all I knew, Billy was about to splash me like every other car had done, or would take me further away from home and dump me on the side of the road.

I shook my head and continued walking. Billy drove beside me at a slow pace to keep up with me.

“Are you sure? You look like you’re pretty soaked already. How far do you have to walk?”

“I-I’m o-okay. Th-thanks,” I stuttered, trying to suppress a shiver.

“(Y/N),” he said, shocking me by knowing my name. “You’re shivering so bad you look like you’re vibrating. I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you. Just let me drive you home so you don’t end up sick.”

I had to admit, the offer was hard to pass up. The thought of walking another few miles in the rain already had me feeling exhausted.

So, I got into the passenger seat of Billy Hargrove’s car.

He already had the heat turned on, so I was immediately engulfed in warmth. I put my soaked backpack at my feet. I was dreading the damage that had undoubtably happened to the books in there. The school was going to fine me a fortune if the textbooks were too damaged.

“Here.” I looked over at Billy as he shrugged out of his leather jacket. “It’ll help you warm up quicker.”

I took the jacket and pulled it on. It smelled incredibly good. I stopped myself from pulling it closer around me and inhaling the scent.

I gave Billy my address and we drove off towards my house. The ride was mostly silent besides the loud rock music coming from his stereo. As if reading my mind, Billy reached for the volume nob to turn the music down. I put my hand on his to stop him before quickly pulling away when I realized what I had done.

“Sorry,” I said. “But you don’t have to turn it down. I like rock.”

“Really?”

I gave him a playful look. “What? I don’t seem like the type?”

“Not at all, honestly.”

I chuckled. “Well, my dad loves rock music. It’s always playing when he’s home. Mom says she hates it, but I think she secretly loves it but doesn’t want dad to know.”

Billy was smiling as he focused on the road ahead of him while driving.

“So,” I started, trying to keep the conversation going, “where’s your sister? Max, right?”

I realized that was actually the wrong thing to say when Billy’s smile dropped. “I don’t know. Off with one of her boyfriends, I guess.”

“One of? You mean that group of kids who play D&D? They’re really nice, actually. If they’re friends, that’s great for Max.”

“Yeah, frankly I don’t give a shit.”

I felt my heart drop to my stomach and I sunk back in my seat. Where did the hostility come from all of a sudden? We had been getting along just fine until now.

Billy looked over at me and sighed. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. Max isn’t my sister, she’s my step-sister. I’m just tired of having to look out for her as if we were actually related.”

“You may not be blood related, but you’re a family now because of your parents, and I guess everyone just assumes that it’s the big brother’s job to look out for the little sister.”

“She seems to do fine on her own with that,” Billy said. “I’ll be her chauffer and that’s where it ends for me.”

I decided to drop the subject there. It was clearly not something he liked talking about and I really did not want to make Billy upset. Things were going well so far and I had a feeling I didn’t want to get on Billy’s bad side.

The rest of the ride was pretty silent besides the music. I desperately wanted Billy to say something, or to come up with something to say myself to break the tension, but nothing came. I was almost disappointed when we pulled up to my house and our time had to come to an end.

I started to take off Billy’s jacket but he stopped me. “Keep it. For now, anyways.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah. It looks good on you.”

I felt my face heat up and I quickly looked away from him so he wouldn’t see.

I opened the door and started getting out when he asked, “Hey, do you have a ride to school tomorrow?”

“I usually take the bus,” I responded.

“I’ll come get you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t give me any room to reject his offer. Not that I was going to. I smiled and nodded, mumbling a quick thank you before getting out of the car and running to my door. Once I was inside and out of Billy’s sight, I pulled his jacket close to me and took a deep breath, savoring the scent; his scent.

~~~~~~

The next morning, as promised, Billy’s car was in my driveway. This time, a head of red hair was sat in the front seat as I approached.

I opened the back door, thinking that’s where I was going to be sitting, but Billy quickly cut me off. “Maxine, get in the back.”

“Why?” Max demanded.

“Just get in the back!”

Max rolled her eyes and jumped over the center console to get into the backseat. I closed the door and got into the passenger seat instead. I had Billy’s jacket in my arms and went to pass it to him, but he stopped me again.

“You can wear today if you want. I’ll get it from you at the end of the day.”

I was too stunned to speak, so I just put on his jacket in silence, trying to hide the wide grin on my face.

Understandably, everyone at school looked at me with shock as I got out of Billy’s car with his jacket on. His usual trio of admirers glared at me as I walked past them, trying to keep my head down as to not make eye contact with them. The staring continued right up to my locker, where I finally took off the jacket and put it away for safe keeping.

I hated being the center of attention like this. I wasn’t a popular girl; I was the exact opposite actually. I was quiet, I kept to myself. I was invisible to all of these people normally. But now I was the big thing to talk about in school. The quiet girl who showed up to school with Billy Hargrove, wore his leather jacket, caught his eye as she walked past him to get to her class.

Just before I turned into my classroom, I met eyes with Billy and he winked at me. Suddenly, the embarrassment from all the attention I was getting washed away and I smiled as I disappeared into the room.

~~~~~~

That’s how it all started. One ride home on a rainy day, one trade of a leather jacket. When I got into Billy’s car to go home that night, he denied taking his jacket back again.

“I’ll get it tomorrow,” he had said.

Eventually, I stopped offering it to him. Eventually, it became routine that he would pick me up in the mornings and bring me home in the afternoons. Eventually, we started eating lunch together and spending time together after school and on weekends.

Eventually, Billy Hargrove became my boyfriend.

The first few weeks of our relationship, although I was loving the attention he was giving me, I found myself on edge. Like I was waiting for the big reveal that all of this was a joke. That he was just building me up to break my heart for laughs. That maybe he was dared by his friends to try and seduce the quiet girl for some sort of prize or arbitrary school title.

I decided to bring this up to Billy one night while we were hanging out in my bedroom. The look on his face when I said it was enough to confirm to me that this relationship was real to him.

“Why would you think that?” he asked.

I shrugged, looking away from him. “I don’t know, I just don’t see why you’d be interested in me. It’s not like we run around in the same friend group or anything, or even the same clique. We’re in completely different circles, and I...we’re...different.”

“Because I’m a bully and you’re the sweetest girl in school?”

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I tried to deny what he said, but it all came out as a bunch of stutters instead.

Billy chuckled. “It’s okay, you can agree with me. I know how people view me. I’m not entirely ashamed to be seen that way, but I hope you don’t see me the way others at school do.”

I shook my head. “I don’t. I’ll be honest, you’ve really surprised me with how nice you are. I’ve never heard of this side of you before.”

“I don’t show it very often. Being nice like this is...well, it’s weakness. I don’t want to be perceived as weak.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together. “Being nice isn’t weakness.”

“It is where I’m from.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t want to ask him.

I found out days later when my mom came to my room and said, “Billy’s here. He’s bleeding. He looks upset.”

I rushed down to the front door to find Billy stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head hung low. I reached out for him, taking his face in my hands to make him look at me. When he did, I gasped. There was a trail of blood running from both nostrils down over his mouth and chin.

“Billy,” I breathed. “What happened?”

He didn’t respond. I brought him into the house and led him to our bathroom. I ran warm water over a cloth and gently wiped the blood from his face. When I touched his nose, he flinched. I pulled my hand back, cringing at seeing him in pain.

“Who did this to you?” I asked him, my voice gentle.

He still wouldn’t look at me, so I took his face in my hands again and made him look in my eyes. I could see that his eyes were bloodshot and tears were pooling up around the brim of his eyes. This was all I needed to get an idea of who had hurt Billy, and, for the first time in my life, I felt a type of rage inside of me that made me want to go over to Billy’s house and make the person who hurt him feel the same level of pain.

“God, I’m such a fucking pussy,” he muttered, quickly rubbing the tears from his eyes. His voice broke as he spoke and it made my heart ache for him.

“You’re not a pussy,” I told him. “Nobody here is going to judge you for being upset, especially not me. I don’t know who told you that you have to be this emotionless, heartless piece of shit in order to get by in this world, but you don’t have to be that around me. If you need to be upset, if you need to cry over your d - over whoever did this to you, then you can do that here.”

Billy looked at me, the tears brimming in his eyes again, before he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and I could feel his body shaking slightly as he began to cry. I held him tightly as he let all of his sadness out. I had never seen Billy cry before. In fact, I don’t think I had ever really seen him upset over anything. So to just stand there, letting him cry on my shoulder, nothing to do besides to be his emotional anchor, really broke my heart for him.

When he pulled away, his eyes were puffy and his face was tearstained. I turned on the cold water and soaked the cloth again before lightly dabbing his eyes and wiping his entire face. I ran my hands through his hair, fixing a few of the stray hairs that had been out of place.

“I love you, you know,” he said, taking my hands in his as I lowered them from his head.

“I love you, too,” I responded.

“Picking you up that day in the rain was honestly the best decision I could’ve ever made.”

“I was so surprised when you did it. You didn’t seem like the type to offer random, soaking wet girls a ride home.”

“The truth is, I actually have had a crush on you for a while. I never thought you could ever like me back because...well...I am who I am. But that day when I saw you walking home, I knew I couldn’t just drive past and let you go on in the pouring rain. Even if that was the only interaction we’d ever have.”

I leaned in close to him, taking in his warmth and that smell that I could easily get intoxicated with. “And look what happened instead.”

“The best thing to ever happen to me,” he mumbled against my head.

I looked up at him and gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. “You’re going to stay here tonight. It’s been decided. I don’t want to hear any arguments or anything. You can stay in the spare room, and you can stay as long as you need to.”

A relieved look passed over Billy’s face as he pulled me in for another kiss. I giggled as he picked me up in his arms and sat me on the bathroom counter, deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I really love you,” he said again.

“I love you, too, Billy,” I said. “For now and forever.”

“Promise?”

I nodded. “Promise.”

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So I have a massive headache like for more then a week now. So could you write a drabble/headcannon of Henry giving her a head massage or something.

Summary: Henry helps his little through PMS/Headaches

Warnings: Adult Situations, 18+, Smut, DDLG, Shower Sex, Period Sex? (Clit stimulation)

A/N: Gonna mix two in one here ladies, headache and pms!

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Henry entered the bedroom frowning when he didn't see you there he'd thought you were having a lazy day today and come up from his workout.

His frown deepened when he realised not only were you not in bed but the bed was bare, the new sheets he'd put on yesterday were gone.

He padded into the bathroom following the sound of the shower wanting to check on you.

He froze by the door seeing the small unicorn pouch on the back of the toilet, the unicorn pouch used to house your reusable pads you'd switched to recently.

After finding having a scare with a tampon string getting loose and almost snapping you'd moved solely to pads.

But you ended up getting sore from the plastic sides of the pads as they rubbed your bikini line raw.

After spending your third period complaining he'd checked the day you'd finished and was appalled to find two red blister like marks either side of your princess parts.

He'd cooed at you sweetly putting some bepanthen on you and kept you bare for a few days to air you out and let the redness go/

Two days later he'd sat you down letting you pick out your own reusable pads each cute and durable, basically the same as your pampers he kept for when you were really little

He frowned looking in the bath and saw the sheets he crossed the room and pulled at the satin and sighed seeing the small stain.

Now that would explain why you were avoiding him.

"i-im sorry daddy!" you whimpered pitifully from inside the shower, resting your forehead on the cool tile sniffing.

"oh poppet don't be sorry it cant be helped, daddy will clean these up in a jiffy don't you worry" he said smiling to you.

He'd never be mad at you for this, it was an accident, sometimes you were caught unaware he wont scold you for it.

You whined at him nodding knowing he wont tell you off, but that didn't make it less embarrassing!

He waved off the sheets choosing to leave them i the bath, they wasn't hurting anyone there.

He looked past you to the shower controls and frowned. It was blue, the digital display reading 32.

"baby why is that so cold? You'll freeze!" henry asked a little too loud making your head throb

You'd come in here having a cool shower to sooth your aching head.

Your pms was bad this time, not only didn't you wake up with cramps and back ache, you were constipated too.

And then your head started hurting! It was bad all round!

"head sore daddy" you muttered twisting on the spot pressing your whole forehead to the tiles letting the cool water drum against your scalp in a strange uncomfortable but soothing mix.

"oh gosh poppet? Really?" henry asked only now realising how tuckered out you looked. He could see you were in pain. One hand holding your tummy the other rubbing the back of your hip.

"okay poppet, but daddy doesn't think a cold shower will do any good"

"i-it wont?"

"no poppet, can you turn it up for me nugget? I don't want you to get a cold" he asked just loud enough to be heard over the water.

You moved a hand out twisting the nob slowly letting the water heat up not wanting to burn yourself.

Whilst you were doing that henry was quickly ridding himself of his workout gear.

"good girl that's it 36 is much better~" he cooed at you before opening the glass door and slipping in with you.

"n-no daddy its dirty! I could-"

"hush you, there's nothing dirty about it, a little blood isn't going to hurt anyone now budge over" he scolded lightly pressing you further into the corner as he took up the space.

You sniffled shuffling back a few steps only being halted as he wrapped himself around you one huge hand kneading your back trying to help the ache.

"d-daddy I hurt" you said before tipping your head to his chest crying, feeling completely miserable!

"I know love, shh its ok turn around and daddy will help okay?" he said kissing your cheek lightly before spinning you the face away from him.

You hiccupped closing your eyes as you spun around in the spray of warm water.

Henry pulled the showerhead free and flicked it to the left making the spray powerful, he ran his hand under it testing the heat knowing it rose a little on this setting.

37, 38... 37 okay that's not too hot he grinned placing the showerhead back and angled it just right for what he had planned

"head back, let daddy wash your hair" he said slowly fingertips splayed over the sides of your head tilting it back.

"d-daddy?" you whined hands moving out to the wall before you trying to steady yourself.

"shh shh just close your eyes and relax poppet" he hummed

You did as you were told closing your eyes a few seconds later the scent of your shampoo filled the space, sweet summer fruits that smelt like the 'fruit salad' sweets you used to eat as a kid

You moaned his fingers were dragging through your hair pressing just right into your scalp massaging the tension

"ah there we go nugget~ see sometimes you just need daddies magic fingers~" he chuckled at his own little joke

"I love daddies magic fingers" you hummed purring pressing further back into him chaseing his hands as they mover lathering your hair

"oh I know poppet~" he scoffed before really pressing, covering your scalp with his huge hands and squeezing and rubbing making sure to knead out the tight knots on your head

"d-daddy~ please harder~" you whined trying to make him dig his fingers in to the pain, it hurt but was a good hurt.

"alright alright princess settle down" he cooed before pressing harder making his blunt fingers dig deep.

You winced but moaned turning your head left and right forcing your head back into his hands.

He pulled you slowly easing your hair under the spray rinsing still rubbing circles into your tense scalp.

"oh-oh? Daddy more it still hurts!" you whined frowning as you now only hand one hand rubbing the pain away.

He sighed but continued to rinse your hair much to your annoyance, the powerful spray was good, but not as good as his own hands.

He scoffed as your hand moved behind you grasping the hose connecting the showerhead to the unit and tugged trying to make him put the shower head back and keep massaging

"ah no, come on nearly done, then we get to condition in and daddy will rub your sore head again" he scolded lightly at you holding the showerhead tight.

You huffed but released the hose letting him finish up. Just to start the process all over again.

Slowly but surely he chased away the pain in your head and rinses the conditioner away.

Then he got to work on your other aches, namely your back.

He flicked sprayed your back letting you wriggle around funding the spot that hurt before holding the spray still and began kneading the dip of your back.

The shower lasted a good twenty minuets, him lathering you up and washing you massaging your aches and pains away leaving you with just your menstrual cramps.

He faltered looking down, he was of two minds whether to continue of not he read that it helped? He was you daddy, and honestly it didn't gross him out in the slightest

He finally decided to give it a go, besides you were in the shower everything would go down the drain.

He flicked the shower head to a lower setting once again testing the water temprature before directing it on your skin.

You were relaxed eyes closed half asleep when it happened, two fingers moved between your thighs pulling your petals open slightly, a third ghosting your bud

"D-Daddy?! No you- its dirty daddy no!" you squirmed worrying about bleeding on him.

"shh shh no its not stay still...See?" he cooed at you moving the water over your now exposed clit letting it stream across you in a steady pleasant motion.

"a-ah oh wha-daddy?" you mewled slowly rocking on the water unable to stop yourself.

"everything will be washed away, daddy read this could help your cramps" he hummed quietly into your neck drawing long strips along your slit letting the water wash over your core and his hand.

"b-but im bleeding!?" you whined still fretting over what he had planned despite panting and swaying your hips chaseing the fingers and the water.

"shh I know its okay just lean back- ah no, back poppet don't watch" he corrected using his arm to pull you against his chest.

He moved in precise movements pressing you to that all important high, curbing his own need that was growing thick behind you.

You were lost, maoning and gasping at the new sensation, the water beating on your clit in pulsing movments as his hand rubbed firmly over you.

Your legs widened and you moaned louder and louder crouching, squatting slightly trying to move closer to the sensations that held you on the edge.

"come on sweetly let go" he coaxed feeling the way you tried arching away still torn between your thoughts

"let go baby girl" he said again as you shook your head and tried jerking away, far to scared of making a mess

"it's dirty!" you sobbed as he didn't relent, forcing you faster to a high you craved and feared/

"well its a good thing were in the shower, cum... Daddy want you to cum! You can do it baby"

You whined as he still held you tightly, ushering you forward pinning your front to the tiles, hands still tucked between your legs

"let go little one, you want daddy to count you down?" he asked knowing your little praise kink would probably be the final push you needed

"no-noo I cant stop- please its- cumming!" you shook trembling trying to get free and avoid the water but he was a mountain of a man.

"5, come on you can do it" you moaned as he began counting you down, something he only did when you were holding back trying to fight your orgasm's, normally after being in a strop with him

"nooo! Stop-" you mewled hips gyrating wildly trying to run and hide and sail across the finish line all at once.

"4 cum for me princess, give in to me, let daddy see his good girl~" he coaxed sweetly into your ear nipping at it lightly.

"3 daddy can't wait for you to cum for him" he purred tucking his nose being your ear kissing your wet skin as you panted still trying to argue but your words failed each becoming a moan, desperate and needy.

"2 oh that's it soo close your so ready poppet, i know, oh i know my prefect girl that's it cum!" he praised moving his hand with renewed vigour as you tensed and arched widely, the sign of you finally hitting that peak.

You cried out rocking and trembling as you came, your vision turning black as your body tingled all over

"oh there we go! Good girl I'm so proud of you princess" he gushed littering your neck with kisses moving the shower spray away and rinsing his fingers that were tinted pink. Not that you needed to know that.

"oh see everything's okay, no accidents look" he said moving his clean hand up so you could see.

You groaned head lolling back unable the think let alone move.

He chuckled and hoisted you up, flicking the shower off

He got out of the shower whispering sweet words into your ear crossing the small bathroom

By this point you were putty in his hands grabbing the black towels you used whilst on your period.

"come on you, a nice cup of tea is just what the doctor ordered" he added unfolding your towel with one hand.

"d-daddy?" you said slowly yawning a little, rubbing your eyes cutely, ready to take a nap after being up early with back ache.

"yes poppet?" he asked eyeing you as he wrapped you in the towel

"my aches all gone" you hummed blinking at him shyly cheeks flushing pink

"Good love I'm pleased daddies fingers worked their magic, now lets get you dressed before you get cold" he hummed moving to the bed room grabbing one of your pads on the way out

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i think vetinari would open his mouth and have the voice of an angel and then refuse to acknowledge what just happened and scare anyone who did. vimes would get drunk and sing a very dirty verse of the hedgehog song until sybil showed up and he stopped and refused to sing ever again because he wants to be 'honourable'.

susan would rather eat her own toes than sing, granny weatherwax doesn't know how and doesn't want to try, but nanny ogg constantly tries to start group numbers and if no one else joins in she just carries on regardless with progressively less and less thinly disguised innuendos and filthy jokes and granny weatherwax HATES it but cant stop her while magrat just wants to sing a beautiful magic song like enya but her voice is cursed to sound like a frog going croak.

agnes nit has the most gorgeous voice. she sings total eclipse of the heart/ totalis finsternis from tanz der vampire with the exact same choreography as the musical with Vlad the lad from Carpe Jugulum except she stakes him at the end of the romantic musical number.

death rips a sick tune on the electric guitar and nobby nobs yodels but not at the same time.

and vetinari gets to kill a mime, as a treat.

Literary characters that would refuse to sing if their respective books were made into musicals:

Sam Vimes

Granny Weatherwax

Kaladin Stormblessed

Dalinar Kholin

Vin

Susan Sto Helit

Havelock Vetinari

[tammythompson-singslikea-muppet]

Reconciliation (Stan Uris x reader x Richie Tozier, Reddie)

I'm finally back! It's probably been a year since I posted Betrayal and shit has really hit the fan since then, but here I am a year later with part 2!

Here is a link to part 1

Warning: swearing

Aged up: 18/19

You tried to catch up with Stan as he power-walked out of the house. He stopped short when he realized his car wasn't there. "Stan" You catch his attention and he turns around. His chest rising and falling at a quick pace, "You heard everything in there?" Stan's voice was quiet, much quieter than just a minute ago. You nod and he sighs. "I'm sor-" You cut him off "Don't be" You take a step forward and bring your hand up to push some curls out of his face. He leans into your hand, not stopping himself for once. No yearning, no shouting in his head over his actions. Just the feel of your soft palm against his cheek. Stan takes a deep breath, feeling himself calm down in the wake of your touch. "Can we go somewhere?" Stan's voice barely above a whisper. "Of course."

Richie leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair 'God I fucked up' "Man you really fucked up." Richie looked up. "Thanks, Bill your a real help." Bill put his hands up in defense. "I gotta say I really didn't see that one coming," Eddie spoke up. Bill and Mike nodded in agreement. "I mean I knew *something* was going on but holy shit I didn't think they were in love with each other," Beverly added. "We know Stanley's in love with her but is she in love with Stan? I mean she was just in a serious relationship like a week ago" "Yeah I wonder what happened to that relationship?" Ben's eyes sharp at Eddie, voice stiff and slightly viscous, "Alright! Alright!! None of that!" Mike's authoritative voice made it known he was seriously done with all the fighting. "She loves him" The group turned their heads at Richie's small voice, Ha stared down at the floor and spoke softly. "She may not be in love with him right now, but I could see it. She's falling for Stan."

Eddie looked over at Richie. A mix of emotions reached throughout the boy. He hated seeing Richie like this, but he also hated that it was about you. Mostly he hated that it was about you. He couldn't control it, no matter how much he wished that he could. What is it exactly that Richie is so mad at? Is he upset that he potentially ruined his relationship with Stan? Is he upset that Stan is in love with (Y/N) or that Stan claimed he neither loved nor cared about (Y/N)? Is Richie still in love with (Y/N)? If so is he mad that (Y/N) could be in love with Stan or that she is moving on so quickly? Eddie couldn't help but feel like he was still second to you. It's not like Richie chose to tell you. He kept telling Eddie that he would for at least 2 weeks, but then she found out in her own way. Eddie feared that maybe he was never gonna tell you. Or now that you found out does Richie regret it? 'Alright, Alright Eddie calm the fuck down! Just go talk to Richie.' "Eds?" "Yeah Rich." "I'm gonna go." Richie's tone sounded soft, defeated. It broke Eddie's heart to see him like this. "Yeah sure I'll go grab my keys-" Richie cut him off politely. "I'm just gonna walk. I think I wanna be alone right now. I'll call you later." Richie placed a hand on the back of Eddie's head pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "OK. Be safe please."

"Where are we going?" You ask Stan who is driving and keeping silent. "You'll see. Um, go into the glove compartment a find the clear tape." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "You been stashing things in my glove compartment, Uris?" You found a clear tape and put it into the radio. Temptation by New Order flooded in through the speakers. A smile grew on your face as you turned the volume nob up. Stan looked over at you for a second just to see your growing smile. "I made you a tape and left it in here for the next time you complain that there's nothing good on the radio." A fit of giggles came from your mouth. "Stanley Uris made me a fucking mix-tape." You continued to laugh. It brought a smile, growing wider by the second, to see you so happy and blissful listening to your favorite music, a song he loved as well.

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Richie's emotions were confusing him now more than ever. He loved (Y/N). He truly did, but he just wasn't in love with her. Guilt consumes him every night before sleep and every time he sees you. He never wanted to hurt you. But when it comes to Eddie he's impulsive even a little reckless. Richie knew that he fucked up massively. Not only with you but with Stan and he even feels so with Eddie. He felt that if he just would have been honest with you before jumping into things with Eds maybe Eddie wouldn't have lost his best friend. He still couldn't wrap his head around how much of an idiot and a dick he was about Stanley. What in the fucking hell would lead him to believe that Stanley Uris of all people would fuck around with someone's feelings like that? He had already caused (Y/N) enough pain maybe he was trying to be a hero or something. Do something right for once, but of course, it was just another gigantic fuck up! Executed wonderfully by your very own Richie Tozier. Richie had noticed that he walked straight to the quarry. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

Stan pulled the car over along where the road stopped and the tree's started. "Come on." Stan walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you and held out his hand. You took his hand and walked beside him into the woods. "You trying to get me to some secret secondary location?" "What, you don't recognize where we're going?" You looked around a bit and shook your head. "Well, then I guess it will be a surprise." "I guess this is the day I get murder in the woods. Goodbye world you were never all that good to me but at least my murder is hot as hell." You almost couldn't see Stan's blush from how much he was laughing. You're hands brush as you walked close together. Stan felt a little nervous to take it, it's not like he hasn't held your hand before but right now he feels it holds so much more. 'Good' he thought to himself. 'It does mean more. Let it mean more.' He took your hand in his and warmth spread throughout the both of you. Just the two of you holding hands walking through the trees with Stan pointing out some birds to you, felt so blissful. At this moment you realized you had never felt this way with Richie. The two of you had a lot in common and play off each other well jokes and conversation-wise. But maybe that wasn't all a relationship needed. You had felt that's why Richie and you were so perfect together. Maybe this was finally the start to forgiving Richie and regaining some normalcy, realizing that maybe we weren't perfect or meant to be after all. If this is how Richie felt with Eddie you felt that you could somewhat understand why he was so in a rush to have it. It was scary how new this thing with Stan was yet how important it felt to you. You would go to the ends of the earth to protect what you had with Stan, no one in the world made you feel as safe and comforted as Stanley Uris. What Richie did, going behind your back, was in no way how he should've handled the situation. You let him into some of the most vulnerable spaces in your mind and life, entrusting him with your heart and your deepest thoughts, that you were his only person. That wasn't something easy to forgive, not something to easily recover from, especially having that trust broken with someone else with who you were very close. You may be happy and blissful at this moment, but you definitely knew the consequences of Richie's actions would come back to rear its ugly head sooner or later. But you believed that understanding was one of the first steps toward forgiveness. The more you walked the louder the sound of running water became. Soon you could even see the running water. You realized Stan had brought you to the barrens.'But why the barrens?' you thought to yourself. You reached the edge of the water and looked over to Stan. "C'mon" he grabbed your hand and stepped out onto a rock in the water. You did your best to follow, it finally dawns on you that you were headed toward the clubhouse.

When you got to the small clearing Stan went ahead and lifted the hatch to the small underground area where the losers used to hang out. "I've only been here a couple of times." You said as you climbed down the ladder. "Yeah, I guess we started hanging out other places more." Stan walked over to the hammock getting in. He smiled and reached his arms out like a little kid asking for a hug. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I know. I always feel like I'm gonna fall out of this thing, but it's safe I promise." "Okay," You say drawing out the word in a skeptical tone. You yelped as it wobbled and Stan gripped his arms around your waist as the hammock swung a little. "See, safe." You let out an amused huff and relaxed into Stan. Your back was pressed against his chest, both of your heads finding slightly uncomfortable spots in the crooks of the other's neck. "I remember one of the first times Eddie ever brought you to hang around with us was down here." Stan played with your hands in your lap. "I remember looking over and seeing you smiling, talking to Beverly. It was really hot out, your cheeks were pink. Richie gave you his shower cap and you, him, and Bill talked about comic books." You closed your eyes just listening to Stan talk softly into your hair. "Beverly came over to me when she noticed. She was joking around told me to stop staring, that it was rude. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring. I got nervous cuz, -hoping you didn't notice. You were so beautiful I couldn't help but stare." You blushed and let out a chuckle, your stomach filling up with butterflies. "I don't expect you to say back any time soon, and I in no means want to rush you, but I-" Stan paused, thinking about the impact of his words. He started to think maybe he should give you a little time, but then you leaned your head up to look at him. And when he looked down into your eyes there was no way stopping the words from falling out of his mouth. "I love you." The look in Stan's eyes was intoxicating, you could have stared in his eyes for the rest of both your lives, but instead, you brought your hand up to his jaw and tilted your head bringing yours and Stan's lips together. Equally as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. The two of you felt as if you were floating on clouds. Like you two were the only two people in the world. You pulled away and smiled, Stan pressed his forehead against yours. "I know" You and Stan laughed.

"Ok Rich. You just need to apologize. I'm sure they'll forgive you. They're your friends, basically your family." Richie walked back into town talking to himself. "And you hurt them and accused them of shitty things and now all your friends will hate you forever cuz you were a total dick and even their grandchildren will hate the name, Richie Tozier." Richie stopped for a second and groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face under his glasses. He took a deep breath and continued walking.

Mike opened the door to Richie. "Hey man, come in." "Is Eds still here." "Yeah, he's in the living room. Rich," Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "He's worried about you. We all kinda are. There's been a lot going on with you four I just want to remind you that if you need someone to talk to we're all here for you buddy." "Thanks, man." Richie continues into the living room and sees Ben and Eddie talking. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing how much it hurt Eddie that Ben wouldn't talk to him. They hugged and Ben got up off the couch and saw Richie. "I'm really sorry Richie. It was really rude to treat you like that-" Richie cut him off. "It's ok man really, I get it. She's your friend, I was a dick." "Yeah but you and Eddie are my friends too." "Well then what do you say Haystack," Richie extended out a hand. "Back to buds." Ben agreed and shook Richie's hand. Richie took a seat next to Eddie on the couch. "Hey, I'm glad your back I wanted to-" Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie. "As much as I love you and your adorable rambling I wanted to apologize." Eddie was suddenly very nervous. He thought to himself 'Shit this is it. He still loves Kassidy.' "Sure, Sure yeah. Umm a-about what Rich?" Richie took Eddie's hands in his fiddling with them out of nerves. "About everything. About not telling Kassidy. About not even being decent enough to break it off first so neither of you would get hurt. All of this would have been so much easier and nobody would've had to lose any friends. I'm just so sorry Eddie, I love you and I never wanted to hurt you like that." Eddie was so relieved to hear those words come out of Richie's mouth. He put a hand up to Richie's cheek and leaned to kiss him. "I love you too Richie." Richie chuckled in relief "Thank fuck."

You and Stan walked back to the car hand in hand. "So what do you wanna do now? " You leaned your back up against the car door "Oh I don't know maybe some more of this." Stan leaned himself against the car by his forearm and with his other hand lifted your chin, leaning down connecting your lips. You hummed against his lips. "Well, I do love doing that." "Do you want to go back to your place-" Stan pressed a small kiss on your neck "Watch a movie." "Shit!" Stan's head shot up. "I left my house keys at Bens." "We can sneak through your bedroom window." You push yourself off of the car, past Stan, and walked to the other side pulling your door open. "I don't wanna go back there either but with any luck, Richie won't be there." Stan groaned and got into the car.

You wrapped your knuckles on the door and Mike opened it with a smile. "I just forgot my keys." Mike let you in past him to the table where the keys sat. You quickly walked over to the table and grabbed your keys. Turning around back towards the door you catch Richie staring from the couch next to Eddie. For once you didn't feel the wind knocked out of you. But you couldn't say that the feeling of wanting to punch him had dulled any. You carried on toward the door when Richie called out your name. You sighed and banged your head on Mike's front door and contemplated for a second whether or not you should pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking. Apparently, you had stayed there a bit too long. Richie tapped two fingers on your shoulder. "I was just wondering if you would let me talk at you for a second. You don't need to say anything, or react in any way really-" You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. He froze silent as you drew a deep breath. "I forgive you." It wasn't easy to say, you weren't even sure it was true. A part of you wanted to keep him dangling in wonder and guilt but you knew that you would eventually fully forgive him and the more you saw him moping around the more you would most likely enjoy watching him suffer for what he did. But if he just thought that you had forgiven him then maybe he would go back to his old trashmouth self and you all could move on.

Richie was taken by surprise, to say the least. He felt relief for a fleeting moment until he remembers Stan. "He's out in the car" He heard him speak softly. She somehow always knew what was going on inside his head, that's what made him think that she was so great, that they would be so great together. Against your better judgment, you grimaced and said, "I can give you five minutes. But he has the car keys so I can't promise he won't dive off on you." Richie threw his arms around you and squeezed you, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Yeah, sure get off me" He smiled at you, "Sorry." As Richie walked out the door he turned back to you, "He wouldn't drive off without his best girl." Richie started making trumpets sound in the tune of 'A Long Long Time' by Kitty Kallen and closed the door. You rolled your eyes as you and Mike laughed

Richie fell silent as he walked up to your car with Stan in the front seat. He raised his hand and tapped on the window. Stan kept his stare forward and locked the car door. Richie sighed. "Stan please." Richie heard the click of the car doors unlock and walked around to the other side and got in. "I'm so sorry. I was being a complete shit of a person and totally overreacted. I do care about her, I do! That's why I got so angry and it totally fucked up my judgment." Stan wasn't saying anything and it started to make Richie even more nervous. "I was angry and confused and I honestly don't know where all of that came from. That's not what I think of you at all, you gotta know that, Stan. You're one of my best friends and the best dude I know and I'm so sorry I said all of those things. I know I really fucked up." The two of them sat and stared out the windshield, Richie's leg bounced up and down from nerves until Stanley broke the silence. "I'm sorry too. That I turned my back on you. I couldn't understand how you had the most perfect girl right in front of you and seeing you hurt her made me angry too. I mean we all saw you and Eddie happening eventually, but I didn't think you two would go and do that. I love her and I guess I let that get in the way of our friendship." "I mean dude I don't really think I could blame you. I've seen the way she looks at you. It can make someone do stupid and crazy things." "Well then I guess that explains why you are so stupid and crazy," Stan laughed, "Eddie looks at you like that 24\7." Richie turned away laughing and hoped it hid the bright red flush on his cheeks. "I can't believe she actually forgave me." "Yeah me neither, to be honest." Stanley dead-panned. "Buuut," Stan took a calming deep breath, "If she can forgive you, then I guess I should too."

Eddie walked up to (Y\N) hesitantly as she was laughing with Mike. Mike saw Eddie and took that as his cue to leave, or rather to eavesdrop from the kitchen with Beverly, Ben, and Bill.

"Thanks for uh.. for forgiving Richie, he's been a wreck," Eddie said. "N-not that I've been fine! I-I feel completely terrible for what I did. But I mean I-I-I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me or anything. O-or for Richie. I just mean that we're both really sorry. I'm so, so very sorry (Y/N)." Eddie stammered through quickly. Man, do your shoes look mighty interesting at that moment. 'You forgave Richie why is it so hard to forgive Eddie. Maybe because we only gave Richie a premature apology so we could all get back to normal? Should I have to do that with Eddie too? Fuck that neither of them deserves it!' You fought back and forth with yourself in your head before finally looking up at Eddie. You took a deep breath, "I know...I-" Eddie cut you off "You don't have to." "I feel like I should." "You already kinda forgave Richie I know that's a big thing so you can hate me for as long as you need I deserve it." You smiled at Eddie and walked out of the house. Richie saw you walking towards the car and stepped out leaving the door open for you. You got in and leaned over to Stanley cupping the side of his face to bring him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Stan started the car as you buckled. You tucked your legs up onto the seat and curled up to get comfy. Stan rests his hand over on one of your legs as you closed your eye

taglist: @elisaa-shelby @trashxqueen @igotahammer @pillowjj @screechinglawyer @campcampie

[dumb-bitch-core]

Teacher!! Yuu / Reader

So I was scrolling through youtube when I came across this, and I'm lowkey jealous of whoever is in her class- but that's not the point. Anyways, then I thought: what if the twisted wonderland boys had a teacher like this?

You know, ACTUALLY treats them like humans and cares 😃

I did some research on some good non-binary parental titles, and came across this :

Nobi

- taken from the term '(no)n-(bi)nary' (Pronounced as no-bee not nob-ee!)

so i'll use the term nobi 😼 if anyone has a non-binary japanese parental title, please tell me and i'll edit this!

*.✧ contains : gender-inclusive reader, teacher! reader, platonic relationships, lowercase, not-so-serious writing, slander [ it's jokes i swear ]

i think we can all agree you got the job just because crowley was desperate for staff lol

you : hi, i'm here to-

crowley : hired.

you started the day after that. not that you were complaining. you'd get to know your students first hand instead of looking through files! give me that enthusiasm please and thanks

the students were surprised when getting a new teacher, but they didn't mind. though when they heard you were gonna teach them simple, non-magic, basic subjects, they were kinda surprised. ace was the most disappointed, though.

but they didn't hate you for long because you cool like that 🙄💅✨

ace : * struggling with a question *

you : * walks over *

ace : * gets ready to get scolded for not paying attention *

you : * looking over his shoulder * do you want me to help you with that?

ace : :O

the first years are basically your children at this point. no questions asked. you even almost got papers before but clownley stopped you smh 🤡

out of all of them, though, deuce is your favorite. he always tries to listen tentively to your lessons and tries his hardest. when you found out of his background, you reassured him that it's okay, and that you were proud of him.

but, the students did get a surprise when you didn't give them homework.

* school bell rings *

you : alright everyone! i'll see you soon!

students : * lowkey confused *

student A : [ miss/mister ] [ last name ]?

you : yes?

student A : what about the homework?

some students : >:O

you : i don't give out homework??

students : <:D

the ones who appreciate this the MOST would probably be : riddle, jamil, octotrio, vil, and ruggie.

RIDDLE : he already has a lot going on at the dorm with all his dorm head responsibilites, and he's way more productive than all of us. yeah. i said it. PU-

JAMIL : he has clubs, and he has to watch over kalim.

OCTOTRIO : jade works at mostro lounge, runs around fucking bitches up, and watches over his brother. azul has to watch over mostro lounge, make contracts, and don't get me started on bills as well as dorm head responsibilities. floyd has clubs, then works at mostro lounge, AND fuck bitches over. we stan talented hoes 😩❤️

VIL : he has photoshoots, actor duties, dorm head duties, probably goes to meet-and-greet, and has to deal with rook an epel.

RUGGIE : has to take care of leona because that mf is a PISSBABY. I SAID IT. MF LAZY. LIKE YOU. he also basically runs the dorm, does the chores, and runs around tricking others.

i'll be honest, the students didn't expect the mental health checkups. but they do appreciate it. a lot. they can vent all they want and it'll stay between you and them.

you are literally their parent, teacher, and therapist all at once. ugh stan the reader 😼

[ if female ] riddle needed a new mommy figure anyways LMAO

[ if male ] deuce needs a dad. mf got some daddy issues.

once ace ACTUALLY called you 'mom/dad/nobi' in front of everyone in class and it was SILENT as tears rolled down your cheeks. face ones. not ass.

you were ecstatic. slowly, you answered with a " yea, ace? " in a small, yet joyous voice.

from then on students would sometimes call you 'mom/dad/nobi', some doing it 24/7.

students who'd do this A LOT would probably be : kalim, ortho, silver, rook, and cater[?]

KALIM : he sees you as a parental figure, and he isn't embarrassed. in fact, he thinks it's a compliment. parents are the best if you have a healthy relationship with them, and he thinks you resemble his parents.

ORTHO : i don't think he's really had a parental figure. only a brother figure, which is idia. and seeing how you act so caring and motherly to idia, he'll call you okaasan/otosan! and sometimes, when idia isn't a PUSSY, he'll call you 'mom/dad/nobi', too.

SILVER : he does it because you and lilia act like parents. like lilia, he'll call you something with the words 'old' in them [ only after he's sure you're fine with it. he respects you, after all! ] so don't find it shocking if he calls you " old man/old woman/old lady/old person " even though sebek scolds him.

ROOK : this is rook we're talking about. he has no reason other than the fact that he sees you as a parental figure lol.

CATER : i'm not so sure, but i do feel like he'd call you mom/dad/nobi. maybe not as much as the others, but more than everyone who isn't on this list.

in all, everyone looks forward to your classes, and appreciate how considerate you are of their outside lives <333

[islandofmuses]

"You were so trashed you can barely remember our wedding day," she roll her eyes, Zoe had done a lot of mistakes in her life and if she was going to be honest, marrying Francis was high up there. "That has to be a joke!" she lets out a humor less laugh, "I was not the one running for the hills as soon as I realized what was happening," she raises her eyebrows at him, then nobs her head, "But you know what? you're right. I made mistakes too, takes 2 to tango, I should had known better than to get involved with anyone else after my even trashier first husband." She crossed her arms over her chest, trying her best not ler emotions take a hold of her, "Yeah well, you tend to get a little testy when you realize your new husband is a tottal ass and you still have child to raise, and now there's this man that is just dying to get out!" She sigh, shaking her head, "You know what, Fracis? this is pointless. You're an ass, I'm a ass and we both made a dumb mistake, I still don't like you, and I'll always be bitter, but I'm too old and too tired for this shit, just...forget it," honestly what was the point? they were here acting like children and for what? "Look, just promise me you won't cause any trouble to me or my girls and we'll be fine," Turth was, she did need the costumers.

" I complimented you on our wedding day, didn't I? "Francis shurgs." Are we going to pretend that I'm the only bastard around Zoe? You think of yourself as the center of the universe just as much as me so let's not kid ourselves and pretend you have the high ground." He tilts his head to the side." That a funny story, I too married this girl once made me as miserable as ever, she would take and take until there was nothing left and then you know what I did? I divorced her never been happier." Francis hums stepping closer." It does suit you, you were it very well Zoe." He turns around looking around the room." No, I have clients that like to have meetings in clubs and I wanted to see how this one played out, my mistake have I known i wouldn't have stepped foot in here."

[fan-girling-101]

Switched

Request by Anonymous: Hello can I please request a imagine where the ready has a twin sister and they decided to switch and see how long it takes everyone to notice. The reader is also dating JJ!! Thank you!!

JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: Request^

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, slight rape just a little bit sorta

Word count: 2880

The twin Sadie, her nickname by Rafe is Die I hope someone gets the reference. Also thank you so so so much for my first request I was so happy. Please continue sending them in. And I’m very slow at updating so sorry in advance if I take a long time to respond. 

Part two

Not edited sorry for mistakes 

When me and my twin sister Sadie where younger we’d switch places all the time. I was amusing being someone else for the short time we’d do it. As we got older it stopped happening as much until the last time we did it was grade 6. The two of us have lived on the rich side of the Outerbanks our whole life The rich people were never my scene though, so I made friends with the pogues. I was closest to JJ out of everyone in the group and slowly I found myself falling for the blond headed idiot. And somehow that’s how I ended up here, two months into dating JJ but scheming with my sister.

“Come on Sadie just for a little bit.” I pleaded with her, between the two of us Sadie was always the level headed and calm sister. It was my idea in the first place to switch places back in kindergarten.

“I am NOT kissing JJ.” Was the main argument to why she didn’t want to do it.

“I don’t want you to kiss him. He’s my boyfriend, it’s not like I’m going to kiss Rafe the lo-” I got cut off with a hand over my mouth. The love of your life was the ending to that sentence. Sadie doesn’t like talking about it but she’s in love with Rafe Cameron.

“If we do this you need ground rules.” She states looking around my room for the notebook we would write the rules in everytime. She finds the dark read notebook on the bottom of my bookshelf and grabs a random pen from my desk. “1. No kissing anyone. I won’t kiss JJ and you don’t kiss you know who.” she says gesturing with her hand.

“I’m never going to kiss Voldemort.” I joke as she starts in her effortlessly perfect handwriting.

“Your so funny I might die of laughter.” Her bitch face on as she glares at me. “2. Don’t make and life altering decisions.” I nod along thinking of what else to add.

“4.” “What about 3 stupid.” “3 is a stupid number I don’t like it. 4. I pick what you wear and vice versa.” She starts writing it down writing three instead of four. “I think that’s it. There’s a bonfire tonight at John B’s tonight wanna start then?”

“Yea that’s good I’m supposed to go over to Sarah’s. And take a picture of it because if you do anything wrong I’m going to kill you and throw you in the marsh.”

“And remember no kissing ya know.”

Day one

Y/N’s Pov

Sadie dressed me in a white summer dress and I took her car over to the Camerons. When I park outside of the huge house I text Sarah to let me in. I pull down the sun visor and open the mirror looking at my appearance with the light make up and my Y/H/C slightly curled. 

“Your name is Sadie Y/L/N, your 16 and in love with Rafe Cameron.” I take a breath getting in the mindset of my twin. “I can totally do this.” I hop out the car making it to the first step when Sarah opens the door. “Hey.”

“Hi you know you don’t have to tell me you’re here. You just walk in.” She opens the door wider so I can slip through. I awkwardly laugh nodding my head unsure what to do. “Go up to my room I’ll get snacks.” 

I walk up the stairs trying to remember where her room is. I’ve only been here a few times before Midsummers so we could all get ready together. I look both ways before deciding on going right. I get to the door I think is Sarah’s opening it praying to God I was right. But God decided on taking a vacation, instead of the light purple walls I was hoping for I got grey ones instead. 

“Fuck!” I hear, the person in the room faces me calming down once he sees who opened the door. “God Die what the hell. Next time knock, and what are you even doing here.” 

“Umm.... I’m lost. I think my brain stopped working I thought this was Sarah’s room.” I say looking around the room my eyes landing on a white substance on the desk he stood up from. “What’s that.” I ask hoping it’s not what I think it is and Sadie’s crush is a druggie.

“Nothing, two four doors down.” I slowly nob. closing the door trying to forget what I ‘didn’t’ just see. “And Die you didn’t see anything ok.” I nod again opening the right door this time sitting waiting for Sarah.

Sadie’s POV

“Hey princess.” JJ greats me as I get out of Putt Putt Y/N’s car. His hand finds its way to my denim clad hip from the shorts Y/N put me in. I really just want to push his hand off me, this is my sister boyfriend for God sake. He leans down to press him lips to mine but i turn my head his lips landing on my cheek instead. 

“Hi.” I wave to the rest of them pulling away from JJ. I try to ignore the stare coming from the blond as I sit in one of the lawn chairs. The sun was going down as I got here Y/N telling me what time to leave and what to wear before heading out way earlier to the Camerons. 

“Late as always Y/N/N.” John B shakes his head sipping the beer in his hand. Never once has my sister been early for anything and it stresses me out so much I don’t know how she does it. 

“It’s called being fashionably late Booker. But you wouldn’t get that would you?” I laugh knowing that was something she would say to her best friends. JJ sits beside me still staring so I turn to face him giving him a smile, he relaxes a little bit wrapping an arm around my shoulders. My or Y/N’s phone rings in her backpack I grab it out seeing the text from ‘My Person’, it was what we agreed on for our contact names after we repeatedly binged Grey’s.

                                                   My person

Bro what do you and S talk about????

                                                                       The latest drama at school

Sooo....                                                                                                        What is the latest drama

                                                  God do we even go to the same school                                                                           Immanuel P. kissed Madison B.

Seriously!! 

In a few hours it hits midnight and I was freezing. The cropped AC/DC shirt and shorts doing nothing against the cold autumn air. The night of Autumn in the Outerbanks were always so cold for a place that’s supposed to be hot. The fire was helping but I wanted something more. I got up to check Putt Putt for one of Y/N’s hoodies but I was pulled back landing on JJ’s lap a small shriek leaving my lips. 

“Were you going Princess.” His arms tightly around my waist while my arms go around his neck. His eyes staring into mine with nothing but adoration. I was happy that Y/N had someone in her life that loved her, but the way he looked at me thinking I was my sister makes me want to tell them a little . But I have to admit this is so fun.

“I’m cold and just going to find a hoodie.” He still doesn’t let go, instead one hand moves off my waist to grab something beside him. In his hand is know a black hoodie that would be way too big for me but as he hands it to me I slip it over my head. “Thanks.”

“You ok, you seem, I don’t know... off.” 

“I’m fine.” I give him a reassuring smile but I can she he doesn’t buy it.

“Are you sure you know you can tell anything right.” His thumb starts rubbing circles on the exposed skin under my shirt. I am so taking a long bath when I get home. I like JJ, it’s not like I hate Pogues or anything it just weird though.

“I 100 percent fine J, if something was wrong I’d tell you, you know that”

“Yea I do.”

Day 2

Sadie’s POV

Nothing was happening with the pogues today so I got an off day, but then I had to go and say something I wish I didn’t. 

                                              🥰My Surfer Boy🥺

You doing anything                                                                                      Can I come over 

                                                    Sadie is dragging me to a kook party

Well then I’ll just have to score an invite

Now JJ wasn’t going to stop till he could come which wouldn’t be hard as Sarah was inviting John B.

Y/N POV 

We pick out each others clothes before going to the party at Topper’s. I go to find Sarah lookinaroundud for the blonde. But instead of finding that blond I see Sade and JJ, his arm wrapped around my sister making me jealous. 

“Hey Die.” A voice says right behind me making me jump not at all expecting Rafe. He chuckles at me reaction before handing me a drink.

“What’s in it.” I ask, Sadie doesn't normally drink so I don’t know if I should take a sip of the dark liquor. “Trust me.” Is all he says back. I take whiff smelling how strong it is. Me personally would never trust Rafe, but this is Sadie not Y/N. I take a cautious sip. The second I take a sip I almost gag at how strong it is. I could handle alcohol but that is to much. Rafe starts laughing so I grab the front of his shirt and pour the rest down his chest.

“Hey Hey.” he pushes me back but it’s to late his shirt now had a dark stain on the front. “Okay maybe I deserved that.” He shakes his head at mumbling something about changing his shirt. There was a tug on my arm and I was faced with myself, well my sister. JJ behind her laughing putting his hand up for me to high five. Which I did.

“What are you doing. I would never do that.” She scolds me in a whisper so JJ won’t hear. When we switched Sadie was very serious about staying discreet. 

“Well I can’t kiss him as you what do you want me to do?” I laugh as she scoffs walking away JJ following behind her still laughing.

Day 4

Sadie’s POV

Four days nobody really suspected anything, well other than JJ he keeps asking if I ok. And I’ve had to dodge every kiss he tried to give me, and when I tell you JJ loves kiss Y/N it’s an understatement. It was the night of a boneyard kegger hosted by the pogues. 

I was chatting with Kie about turtles when a very drunk Kelce came over. He slung his arm around my shoulder, his drink spilling out of his cup and onto Y/N’s favorite shirt. I never really liked Kelce he just made me uncomfortable. Any time I saw Rafe, Topper and him out I’d always say hi, bothe Rafe and Topper would respond with a hi while Kelce would look me up and down before saying anything.

“Hey babygirl. God you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of fucking you are you sister, to have the two of you under me screaming my name. Why don’t we make it reality.” He drops his mostly full cup silling it on the converse I was wearing. His hand going to my waist and his lips attaching to my neck.

“Get off me! Stop!” Suddenly he was ripped off me. JJ’s fist colliding with his face. Kie grabs my hand asking if I was okay. I nod hopping into the van. Soon enough John B, Pope and JJ came to the van, JJ sitting right beside me wrapping me in his arms hugging me as no one said anything. 

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to punch him in the face for him to stop.” JJ said as we park at John B’s. I grab my phone leaving the van before it’s fully stopped I ran inside Dialing my number. 

“Yo Sade how’s life on the cut.”

“Were you ever going to tell me about Kelce.” I ask angrly pacing around the small bathroom.

“About that.” She nervously laughs not continuing. “Maybe should've warned you Kelce is in love with us before you went to the party.”

In Love with us! Y/N he tried to have sex with me!.”

“I know.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Day 5

Y/N’s POV

I was at a small party just some friends over and some games at Sarah’s. We were all sitting in the living room talking about all the drama at school which I knew nothing about. A hour in Rafe and some of his guys friends walked in. Just as Sarah was going to tell them to leave Carmella asked them to stay, while practically eye fucking the kook king himself. Instead of walking over to the girl begging for his attention he sat beside me on the couch. I put Sadie’s phone I was currently texting her on so she could keep up with everything down.

“Nice to see you here Die.” 

“Hi Rafey.” I replied back using the nickname I usually call him. He rolls his eye as Carmella sits basically on top of him and starts a conversation about some boring kook thing. I felt bad for Sadie if this is what she has to deal with. “Come on. We’re out of snacks.” I grab his hand pulling him with me to the kitchen.

“Why do I have to come.” He whines like a baby as we get into the hallway, but follows even when I let go of his hand.

“Because I need help getting snacks.” JJ please forgive me for what I’m about to do. I grab the front of his expensive polo shirt putting my lips to his. He starts to kiss back but I pull away grabbing Oreos and walking back to the living room. Soon Rafe walks in clearly shocked of what just happened in the kitchen. Rule one and two broken. Oops.

Sadie’s POV

After hours of sitting in the sun on the boat I’m practically dying. I mean sure living in Obx you get used to the heat but someone turn the heat down. JJ has been asking me nonstop questions about things which I find weird but I answer.

What star sign are you? Virgo

Who’s the president? Trump

How many states are there? 50

9x7? 63

Our favorite thing to do together? Surf

What does www mean? World wide web

What university are you going to? UNC

Dream job? Not sure

I was confused what was happening the Pogues all asked what JJ was doing but he just said nothing.

“Sadie.”

“Yea-shit.”

“HA I knew it.” JJ jumped up startling everyone. I sighed, everytime it was always me that messes up if people find out. 

“How did you find out. Was it that I knew was www meant?” I question texting Y/N to get to John B’s. As we pulled up to the dock Kie got out laughing that I should be an actress. 

“No it’s that you answered 9x7 so fast. Also next time dream job is opening a surf shop together.”

Y/N’s POV

When I show up I knock on the door fiddling with my fingers. The door opens with the blond headed, blue eyed boy kissing me. He wraps his arms tightly around my back like he hasn’t kissed my in forever. I giggled kissing his nose wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Took you long enough. Five days surfer boy, gotta do better next time.” I push past him into the Chateau. “Hey guys miss me.” They shake the heads at me calling us crazy.

“I just thought it was that time of the month or something.” JJ said wrapping his arms around my torso resting his head on my head. I hit the back of his head causing him to playfully bite my ear. “Don’t ever do that again I was worried you were mad at me.” He looks between me and Sadie and I turn to face him giving his a salute.

I sit beside Sadie whispering in her ear that I kissed Rafe earlier tonight. “WHAT!” She jumps up. “You broke rule one and two!!! I have to go fix what you messes up now!”

“I didn’t break rule four though.”

“I hate you!” She runs out of the house starting up her car and driving off to the Camerons.

Later that night I’m curled into JJ on the bed in the room he claimed as our. The shirt he was wearing now over my shoulders enclosing me in the smell and heat that is JJ Maybank. My head on his chest listening to the rhythmic heartbeat. In the five days without JJ this is one of the things I missed most. His smell was just intoxicating and his arms tightly around me felt safe.

“Oh JJ I may have kissed Rafe.”

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Part two

[thiswasinevitableid]

For the meet ugly prompts, 02 indruck?

Here you go! I went SFW on this one and interpreted the prompt kind of broadly. It's set in the same world as this Sternclay prompt

Fun fact: there is a fire lookout in the Monogahela, but the structure I describe is based on more elaborate ones elsewhere

02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless

Only in Duck’s life would “dream job” and “months alone in the woods” be equivalent.

The Bickle Nob Fire Lookout is a coveted position, and Duck is pretty fucking flattered they chose him as the ranger for July and August. He took the high clearance off-roader to get here, he’s got his bags full of everything he needs not to die of boredom (or anything else) and his schedule of supply drops. He’s as ready as can be and so fucking excited when he opens the door of the wide-windowed cabin.

Then he jumps back, startled to find a skinny, silver-haired man asleep on the floor.

“Uh, sir? This site is off-limits to visitors.”

The man wakes up in a series of catastrophic movements; he bangs into the wall, tangles in his blanket, and nearly stumbles out the window when he manages to stand.

“I, I’m sorry, I didn’t foresee anyone coming here.”

“Department spent all of June arguin’ about whether it was worth allocatin funds for this, so that’s why the place was empty. Fire up North two weeks ago scared ‘em enough to send me up here.” Duck explains with a casual smile; after all, even if he’s way off the trail, there’s no reason to assume this guy is out to cause trouble, “if you got lost hikin, I’m happy to radio down and ask for someone to come get you and take you back to your camp.”

“Nono, I, ah, I’m not lost. One needs to have a destination to be lost.”

“O-kay. Uh, well, whatever you’re lookin for, I’m afraid this ain’t it. This buildin is for the fire lookout only.”

“I promise I’ll be very unobtrusive. I even have my own supplies, you won’t have to worry about me in the slightest.” The man smiles,opening one of his two bags to show it crammed with shiny packets of food.

Duck shakes his head, “Can’t do it, sorry. I’m serious though, if you need a ride into town I can get a hold of someone who can help. Maybe, uh, you could find whatever you’re lookin for there?”

“No” the man sags, but begins zipping up his bags, “I do not think I will find it there. I am sorry for intruding.” He steps out the door, turning towards the deeper woods on the western slope.

“You need a map?” Duck calls. The man doesn’t so much as look over his shoulder.

Duck unpacks as much as he can, checks the weather station and notes the readings suggest those thunderheads on the far horizon are coming his way. By dinnertime, they’re right on top of him, rain pattering on the roof and thunder rattling the windows. He’s scanning the trees when he spots a metallic flash, not of lightning but of silver hair. His mystery visitor is huddled under a tree, wind forcing the hood of his raincoat back over and over again.

The rules and regulations in the forest are there to keep the environment and visitors safe. If something doesn’t violate those basic requirements, Duck sees no reason not to bend them.

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“I really cannot stress how grateful I am that you allowed me back in.” The visitor, who introduced himself as Indrid, finishes packing their scant trash into the can, “I promise that as soon as the storm passes I’ll leave you be.”

“Yeah, about that.” Duck scratches the back of his neck, “you really don’t got anywhere to call home, do you?”

Indrid opens his mouth. Duck stares, pointedly, at the holes in his white shirt and the worn shoes sticking out from frayed jeans.

“....No, I do not.”

“In that case, you stay here the next two months, on two conditions: one, you don’t get in the way of me doin what I’m here to do. Two, you don’t tell anyone I let you do this. Deal?”

“Yes, yes absolutely” Indrid shakes his hand, bouncing up and down a bit, “thank you so much. You will barely know I’m here.”

This turns out to be completely true and utterly false.

Indrid does keep to himself most of the day; he draws, reads, lays in the sun outside the cabin and generally stays out of Ducks way while he’s working. But he’s also the person who sits and jokes with him during meals, who eagerly follows Duck’s hand when he points out interesting birds or plants, and watches intently when Duck reads his instruments.

He never thought he could live in a fifteen by fifteen foot space with another person and not have a full head of grey by the end of it. Indrid Cold is the exception that proves the rule, Duck certain he’ll never be able to be cooped up with anyone but Indrid ever again.

It helps that he still gets his quiet time; Indrid will got out for walks, even watches for smoke so Duck can do the same. They use the wild foraging guide and Duck’s knowledge of local plants to bring back extra food. Indrid was particularly pleased when he located some wild blackberries. When Duck reminded him to watch out for bears near the berry patch, Indrid simply smirked and said there was only one bear on the mountain who could get him.

Duck’s daydreaming of what Indrid might do if caught on his way back from a dusk walk. And, more urgently, how he can convince Indrid that he wants to sleep outside tomorrow night. So it takes two tries of the front door before he notices it’s locked.

“Indrid?” he knocks, “you in there?” Stepping back, he finds the windows hastily covered by his bedsheets and blankets. He knocks harder, “that’s real fuckin dangerous, if there’s a fire we won’t see it. ‘Drid! Open the damn door!”

He continues banging, unanswered, as the moon--two days from full--rises above.

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Indrid covers his ears to block out Duck’s increasingly worried shouts from outside. This is the right choice, the best of a bad bunch; it will keep Duck and anyone else nearby safe. The ranger will probably turn him away come morning, rightly furious at his irrationality. Indrid resolves not to argue with him; he’ll slink back into the trees, just like he did the last time someone threw him out for his transgressions.

It starts in his chest, his heartbeat climbing to marathon speeds in spite of him holding still. Then his skin prickles, silver hair sprouting from every follicle, followed by his back bowing in pain and his jaw elongating with a crack. From there the adrenaline kicks in, flooding his body so the transformation doesn’t render him unconscious (and therefore helpless) with pain. When next he raises his head, a werewolf with glowing, red eyes looks back at him from the darkened windows.

Beyond the covered windows, someone howls. Then he scents it, another of his kind coming dangerously close. He has to go out, he can’t leave Duck out there with something that will rip him apart, surely he likes the human enough for his mind to see him as a friend, not prey-

CRACK

The door splinters off its hinges; he growls, ready to defend his home. A deeper growl answers him as a larger wolf, black-furred and yellow eyed, stalks across the threshold.

“What. the. Fuck?” the newcomer snaps, “I told you, you can only stay if you don’t fuck up my work and locking me out comes real fuckin close to that!”

He cocks his head “Duck?”

“No, I’m the fuckin president of the united states.”

“I, I’m so sorry.” Indrid drops to all fours, then flattens to his belly just to be safe, “I didn’t know, I just wanted to be sure I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Duck points to the broken door, “you coulda just done that from the opposite side and I woulda been dinner.”

“No I, I know that if I confine myself I tend to be...calmer. I don’t get overstimulated and then agitated.”

“You coulda just told me. Lockin me out is real rude.”

Indrid whines, crawls close enough to nose at him.

“You don’t gotta do that; I ain't assertin dominance or some shit, I’m just a little annoyed.”

He whines again, “please don’t make me leave.”

“I won’t.” Duck’s voice turns softer.

“And you will not get angry at me for not being appropriately grateful for your leniency?”

Duck frowns, “Aw jesus, did you come from one of those old-school packs?

“Yes” Indrid grumbles, hating himself for how easily he fell into manners he loathes, how deep the teachings of his home run.

Duck eases him up so they’re both sitting, then noses the side of his face, “We don't do that around here. Least, I don't. I don’t spend a ton of time with most of the other Weres when they’re wolfed-out, but they ain’t big on tradition and hierarchy the rest of the time.”

“Ah. That’s, that’s good.”

The other Were stretches, stands and pads about the room, removing the make-shift curtains, “You gotta teach me how you’re so fuckin accurate on when the moon is full enough to make us shift whether or not we want to; I thought I had a day left. I, uh, I was gonna ask you to sleep in here while I ‘slept under the stars’ so you wouldn’t know.”

“You’re not afraid of hurting someone?”

“Nah, especially not this far out. Sometimes I hunt deer, but whatever strain of this I got doesn’t go feral unless some shit goes majorly wrong.” He drops the blankets on the floor, “don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like huntin tonight. Or stargazin. I’m beat from work.”

“Agreed. Transforming against my will always makes me tired.”

Duck lays down on the floor,yawns, “In that case: sleep tight ‘Drid.”

Indrid tries to do just that. But every time he catches Duck’s scent he wishes he could move closer to him, then remembers that would be rude, and continues in that back and forth until he’s wide awake. It doesn’t help that his Were form runs cold; he’s shivering in spite of it still being close to eighty degrees.

His ears flick at Duck’s footfalls. Then a warm, bulky frame curls around his freezing, lanky one.

“This okay?” Duck carefully drapes an arm over him.

Indrid sighs, feeling safer than he has in a year, “better than.”

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“I’m a seer.”

Duck looks up from his breakfast, mouth full but question clear.

“Last night, you asked me how I knew we’d transform. Seeing the future makes it rather easy.”

“Damn, that does sound handy.”

“In many ways it is. Though it carries some, ah, some downsides.” Indrid steers his thoughts towards safer paths, “If you’d like, I could use it to help you with the fire lookout.”

The ranger grins, the expression twice as warm as his fur the night before, “That’d be fuckin great.”

Indrid smiles back, keeps his eyes on the windows so as not to look longingly back at the rumpled sheets. They awoke this morning in a heap, Duck’s modesty preserved only by a blanket and Indrid’s hair stuck in all directions. He’d been ready to apologize for not moving away before dawn, but Duck simply reached out, stroked his hair down, and asked if he wanted coffee.

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“You’re right, you can see more animals this way.” They’re perched, fully transformed, on the rocks outside the cabin. Indrid knows how to use his night vision for hunting, but Duck is teaching him how to use it for more peaceful matters.

“Yeah, long as you stay put most animals get up the nerve to nose around some.”

They’d transformed side by side, Duck banging his head in the process. Indrid licked near the bruise and made soothing, sympathetic sounds when Duck whined and cursed his luck. Back home, being demonstrative was frowned upon; here, Duck seems to always be casually bumping their bodies together.

When they go to bed several hours after moonrise, they curl up side by side without hesitation. It’s so very easy to tune out his visions when Duck is near and Indrid falls asleep while the ranger is still whispering about the birds they can hear.

He wakes up an hour later in a panic, disasters of visions past tearing through his mind.

“‘Drid? What’s wrong?” Duck noses the base of his neck.

“Nothing. Just a bad dream.” He closes his eyes, tries to focus on Duck’s scent, his breath, the wind in the trees, but still the ghosts of his memories lurk in the corners of his vision.

“Can I try somethin?” Duck murmurs. Indrid thought he’d gone back to sleep.

“Of course.”

Teeth tenderly and ever so carefully clamp the fur and skin of his neck. He goes limp in one breath. He was high status enough that no one ever did this to him, but goodness does he wish they had

The ranger let’s go, “Do I need to do it again?”

“Please.”

Duck obliges and Indrid whimpers, melting shamelessly in his arms.

“Thank you. I think I can sleep now.”

“Any time, ‘Drid. Uh, before you, uh, go to sleep there’s somethin I wanna ask you. Since you need a place to stay, do you, uh, wanna stay with me? In Kepler.”

“You’d really like that? You, if this is out of pity-”

“It ain’t.”

There were no futures where it was. Indrid wanted to hear the words all the same.

“Besides” Duck nuzzles him, “we already know we make damn good roommates.”

Indrid can’t help it; he howls, brief and joyful, safe in the knowledge that Duck will be ready with a laugh and a kiss in reply.