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red flags!
#gempearl#trafficshipping#? could be platonic too who knows#semi continuation to that werewolf gem drawing i did a bit ago!!!#i love making up random scenarios in my head#when will they have a proper conversation in this series#billy knows whats up#shinyduo#eydidraws#my art#mcyt#trafficblr#its funny because i have a matching comic but its gem being scared of moth 5am pearl but i fear the wings kicked my ass and i cant finish i#also wanted to practice drawing tilly / billy !!!#wolf moment...#wild life smp#pearlescentmoon#geminitay
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the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues
CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION
❥ who gets pissed the fuck off ❥
Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke.
Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while.
Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking!
Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes.
Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.
David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.
❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥
Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking.
Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.
❥ secret third worse thing ❥
Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you… Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while.
Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.
#crazy ass boys gang#this was SOOOOO fucking fun to write nonny#i remembered how scary some of these fucking attack dogs are midway through writing#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#jordan li x reader#josh washington x reader#kevin khatchadourian x reader#black!reader#jd x reader#sebastian valmont x reader#nathan prescott x reader#david mccall x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#umbrella academy imagine#jordan li imagine#gender neutral reader
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Gravity falls photography study two: electric boogaloo
Note: I did not carve into this tree! I stumbled across it on a hike. Carving into trees hurts them!!
#the book of bill#book of bill spoilers#book of bill#the book of bill spoilers#bill x ford#bill ci the all seeing eye#bill ci the triangle guy#bill ci the demon guy#little billy#bill cipher#billford#billford fanart#average gravity falls tourist ass post#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#thisisnotawebsite.com spoilers#thisisnotawebsitedotcom#this is not a website dot com#silas birchtree#trees#nature#art#photography#gf fanart
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Imagine that Captain Marvel, Billy Batson and Living Lightning are three personalities in one body. Living Lightning is a little over 200,000 years old, Billy is twelve, but Captain Marvel is three years old, because Billy got his powers at nine.
Of course, Marvel will be asked how old he is.
The captain will immediately say that he is three years old.
Only no one will believe him and everyone will think that he is mocking them. Marvel will wonder for a long time why everyone is looking at him with resentment.
Then a curse is placed on Captain Marvel, and Marvel, Billy and Living Lightning are separated.
The League's shock is beyond words when they see a three year old running around a twelve year old boy, who was supporting an old man so decrepit that no one knew how he was still alive.
Captain Marvel, Billy and the Living Lightning, or Thavma.
That's how they introduced themselves.
And you know what's funny? Thávma always wants to go somewhere. Because when else would you get a chance to wander around outside of the Champion's body? The old rascal once withdrew a thousand dollars from Batman's account and went to Vegas, where he multiplied it a thousandfold. Billy suspects Solomon's help, but keeps quiet, amused by how Batman loses his shit when he finds out what Thavma did during his trip to the city. And he always manages to slip out from under every hero's nose without being noticed. So everyone just lets Thavma do what he wants.
Three-year-old Marvel never left Diana's side all day, following her around like a duckling. The Amazon loved to pick him up and kiss his cheeks. Marvel laughed loudly and kept asking for more kisses. Every hero cooed at him and gave him hugs. Superman reminded Batman that he couldn't take the child for himself, no matter how much he wanted to. Barry was constantly feeding the child sweets when no one was looking.
All the heroes, from the youngest to the oldest, have stuck to Billy. Batman wanted to steal him away, but Oliver stopped him. Billy gets offers every day that he can move in with someone else. Batman and his children are very persistent. Billy cleverly avoids these offers, like bullets. He is not a little boy, he can take care of himself. He does not need pity. But he does not refuse the food that is given to him.
When the curse is lifted and the three are united again, Captain Marvel is caught by Barry and Hal, who asked to see Billy. The Captain transforms and Billy is taken to Barry's house until Batman can intercept them.
And from that day on, the "Great Custody Battle" began, where there was no pity or compassion.
#billy batson#dcu#dc captain marvel#captain marvel#shazam#fawcett comics#batman#j'onn j'onzz#jl#justice league#flash#green lantern#Тhаvma takes everything from life#Batman almost rips Green Lantern's throat out#Diana chose the path of violence#Superman tried to calm them down#honestly#but they shoved kryptonite up his ass.#The Bromfields won this battle#They had the advantage of Mary#But they now have fifteen co-parents for Billy
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#It’s not Steve’s fault everyone wants a piece of that ass#The list of people who’d wanna rail Steve is a long one#May I name them#?#Billy Eddie Tommy Jonathan Nancy That random girl from s1#MANY MANY MORE#steve harrington#stranger things#joe keery#my edit#edits#tweets#x#bisexual
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bro imagine you lost your immaculately conceived son and your wife because said immaculately conceived son is doomed to die young, you spend the next 300 years outrunning death out of fear of facing him, and then THIS bitch shows up with TWO immaculately conceived sons, a sentient gaming pc AND every ounce of power you've been grasping for at her fingertips
like i would be bitter too
#NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT HER BRATTY ASS LITYLE SON BREAKS INTO AGATHA'S HOUSE?#agatha all along#agatha harkness#wanda maximoff#billy maximoff#nicholas scratch#rio vidal#tommy maximoff#agatha spoilers
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the terror + customer service slip-ups
rip franklin expedition. you all would have fared just as badly in a customer-facing job during the holiday season
#the terror#also these are more vibes-based than anything. don't worry about it kittens#fuck i have to tag everyone now why do i keep doing this to myself with my long ass shitposts 😭#harry goodsir#james fitzjames#solomon tozer#francis crozier#george hodgson#edward little#stephen stanley#cornelius hickey#thomas jopson#billy gibson#thomas armitage#tom hartnell#thomas blanky#henry le vesconte
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He’s been in my brain so much
#art#my art#shitpost#billy loomis#scream#scream 1996#his ass on the ground like ‘ouuu sidneyyy- ghost face stabbed meeee’ while there are no stab wounds and he is in the ghost face costume
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Sometimes.
Just sometimes.
Bruce, tired father of too many children, wished for a small break.
Just a tiny one.
He pinched his nose, cowl covering his head and expression and glared.
"I can't believe you snitched on me!" Billy batson, freshly revealed teen and sitting on his usual spot during meetings, hisses.
"If I have to get parented, so do you!" Danny fenton, also freshly revealed teenager, glared right back.
"Boys." Both their attention snapped to wonder woman, still tense and warry.
"Do you two have adult supervision, at least." Batman asks, feeling slightly more drained than before, he can feel Nightwing's stare at the back of his head, coming closer.
"Do the voices count?" Danny asks, to which Billy nodded. "Yeah, do they? Zeus has strong opinions, and many kids. He probably can parent, somewhat."
They shrugged both, like they hadn't just opened another whole can of questions.
"Wait!" Danny snapped his fingers, "what about clocky? He sends us on time missions, has his own lair, and lets us hang around. That counts? Right?"
The other teen nods in agreement.
(Knowing both are black haired and blue-eyed teens, he already knows Dick will never let him live this down. Deceived by children, for YEARS.)
(So much for being the greatest detective.)
(The text he sent to Alfred is between him and his butler dad.)
"Or—"
In the end, the two agreed reluctantly to stay around for a while. The Kents, the Allens, Diana, and the Waynes have opened up their homes to house them permanently.
Much their amusement, they declared, that to make no one jealous, they'd switch homes every other week or so.
That alone smelled like chaos.
Whatever, it was Diana's first week.
(And if the house of mysteries appeared in front of them sometimes, that's also between them and a very suffering John constantine.)
.・゜-: ✧ :-
A continuation
#identity reveal#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#fic prompt#writing prompt#dc x dp prompt#billy batson#billy and danny are gonna love tim “i created a whole ass uncle to avoid gettinf adopted” drake#diana is both amused and raising a brow#wdym zeus is in ur head child#yes twitch chat style baby#billy and danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes#/affectionate#i love them pleSe#wait till the adults find out about billys very much walking and talking TIGER bestie#or a body shiftin ghost dog#tawky tawny and cujo will make everyone 1000% funnier
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Cobra Kai 2.09 | Cobra Kai 6.15
#cobra kai#ckedit#cobrakaiedit#ck#lawrusso#efedits#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#ralph macchio#billy zabka#this is HORREEEEEEEEEENDOUSSSSSSSSSSSS#it's horrendous. sorry. and a pain in the ass to put together lollllllll BUT#i had a vision™ so i had to do it#s6 scenes are hell to colour and make them look good lol why do you hate me cobra kai crew whoever is responsible for this#i tried! what's that meme. i started making this. had a breakdown. bon appetit
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sooo… nobody’s gonna talk about how every time hughie kills someone & gets their blood all over himself the next thing happening is butcher killing someone & getting coated in blood too? literally every. single. time.
murder husbands i guess?
also i was SO fucking cheering for hughie to kill that man. i need this boy morally RUINED
#anybody relating?#yeah i finally had time to watch the new ep and it was SO SO GOOD#im beginning to like homelander’s character more and more#literally the only time i can say that homelander was based was today#‘they were only doing their job🥺’ my ass!! they literally brutally tortured a child for their depraved so-called science research#also john is stronger than all of us because if i were in his shoes then even after murdering my tormentors i would’ve NOT forgave them#the boys#the boys tv#hughie campbell#billy butcher#butchie#hughie and butcher are husbands idc what anyone says
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crazy ass boys gang + reader who threatens to leave (part two: CAPTIVITY)
warnings: extreme yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. part one can be found here.
BILLY LOOMIS:
The days move at a snail’s pace. There’s little distraction available to you.
Billy has always thought you were clever. A survivor. It’s one of the reasons he fell in love. That sharpness to you. But it makes you completely untrustworthy, given the circumstances. And the circumstances are this: your life for the last few weeks has consisted of being chained to the bed.
Not all the time. Not when Billy is home, and can watch you. But when he goes to work, or goes off to kill, Billy takes out the cuffs, and meticulously locks your ankles and feet to the bed. The dark look on his face as he does it makes you watch the process in silence.
He’s been killing more often. You hope, absently, that he’s still being careful to not get caught. In the years since you two had been together he’d slowed down.
Now, it feels like every other night, you were watching him get ready to go out as Ghostface.
You can tell when he’ll go out next by how he treats you the day before. You two don’t talk anymore. You eat together in silence. Sit together in silence. He watches the dark silhouette of your body through the shower curtain, in silence. (You’re never alone, anymore, when you do anything. When you’re allowed to do anything. You don’t have even a sliver of his trust left.)
But how he watches you is the tell.
His expression has been a mask of neutrality, since the moment you first woke up, cuffed to the bed.
On the days before he goes out to kill, though? Those are the days where the mask keeps cracking. Small glimpses at the anger sitting in his chest like a second heart, beating steadily. The silence only makes it worse. Makes the anger red hot and blinding.
It’s the icy silence of a lover scorned, on his part. And yours is the fearful silence of the last survivor of a horror movie trying to evade the killer at the end.
The two of you used to laugh together. Laugh, and smile, and love each other. But you, apparently, don’t love Billy anymore.
But Billy still loves you. So he stares at you until he gets too angry to think straight. And he goes out and kills as many people as it will take to keep himself from ever hurting you.
JOSH WASHINGTON:
You’re getting sick of hearing how sorry he is.
He says it endlessly. Like a prayer. Like a compulsion. The words fall out his mouth as easily as breaths do.
It feels like you wake up to his apologies and fall asleep to them each night.
Josh only tied you up that one time, at the start. He apologizes about it often. “I panicked. I’ll never do it again. Not ever. I’m sorry.” You believe him, maybe you shouldn’t, but you do. He’d untied you as soon as you’d begun to rub your wrists raw from trying to get out of the cuffs.
Once upon a time, you used to use those cuffs on him, at the start of everything. Back when Josh felt he was more monster than Human. Back when he didn’t trust himself not to hurt you. You’d obliged him and would cuff him to the bed before you went to sleep each night, even as you whispered: you couldn’t hurt a fly, Washington.
You feel like a fly now, in a nasty spider’s web. But you don’t even bother struggling.
When you’d rescued him from the mountains, his parents had set you both up somewhere remote. Not on another mountain, of course, but in a comfortable cabin out in a forest. No neighbors for miles and miles. Everything you need gets delivered to you twice a month. You used to make the lists of the necessities and send it off to the Washingtons, who were only too happy to give you anything you asked for.
You’re still getting the deliveries, so you guess Josh has taken over that chore of communicating with his parents.
You could run away. You could. But you remember how hard it was to out run the monsters on the mountain. You remember watching your friends die, one by one. By claws and by teeth, as they tried to run away. You watched almost all of them die. Or found their bodies.
Josh wouldn’t kill you. Despite everything, you know he isn’t capable of that.
Sometimes he still reaches out and touches your wrist, where you’d made yourself bleed with the cuffs, and looks sick to his stomach. They hadn’t even left a mark. But Josh stares at your wrists like a kicked dog, like any day, all these months later, they’ll show up by magic.
No, Josh wouldn’t kill you. He wouldn’t even hurt you. But you know you wouldn’t get very far. The forest isn’t a mountain, but it’s close enough. Sometimes you sit on the porch and just look out at all the trees that border the property line, and try to think about how long it would take him to catch you.
Ten minutes? Thirty? An hour? You always make yourself laugh, with that last one.
He’d never let you run for that long. He’d be terrified you’d get lost. Get hurt. He’d drag you back to the cabin, arms a tight-but-never-bruising cage around your waist, and you could claw him to shreds like a hellcat all the while, and you know the only thing he’d say would be: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
You don’t want to hear him say it anymore because it isn’t true. For every apology he gives you, every tearful glance, there’s something beneath it - utter relief, delight, that he’s even able to tell you he’s sorry. That he can reach out and put a hesitant hand on your arm. That he can look over and see you stewing in your anger.
If Josh let you leave he would have been alone. And Josh has been alone before. He can’t handle it. Not for one second longer. So all that’s left to say is sorry.
STU MACHER:
It’s terrifying how normal he acts.
Love had blinded you before. You’re not sure how, but now you can see Stu for exactly what he is. You don’t ever let yourself forget now. You’d made that mistake once, you can’t make it again.
You’re not sure how no one else sees it.
You watch him endlessly. It’s all you can do. Always on edge. Always waiting for him to snap. You watch him at parties while he effortlessly holds the attention of the room. You watch him during dates, while he talks to the waiter like they’re long lost pals. You watch him charm all your friends, all your family. You watch how everyone laughs off all the little creepy things he says. He slips up so often. But he smiles just as often, and his laugh is contagious. The whole world has written him off as an eternally playful man-child. Peter Pan, born again.
You flinch whenever he comes up behind you, draping himself onto your body in that playful way he always has.
You’d never focused on how much stronger he was before. Now, it’s all you ever think about. You close your eyes, and feel the strength in his arms, and plaster a smile on your face, thinking: Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me. Please don’t kill me.
He seems to have moved on so completely from it all. You wake up in the middle of the night in tears, remembering how much blood had covered your apartment on the worst night of your life. Stu marked the date on your calendar as your new anniversary.
The heart he made had been comically large, eclipsing the tiny box of the day in red marker. You’d forced yourself to laugh at the enthusiasm and give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes had been glued to your face. For just a beat too long. You watching him. Him watching you. He’s always watching you now. You feel the burn of his gaze on the back of your neck like a second sun.
You’d felt your smile shaking at the edges. Your eyes starting to sting. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You begged yourself as those sharp blue eyes scrutinized you. Waiting for you to slip. But you didn’t, so he grabbed you around the waist, dipped you low, and kissed you like you were a lead in a rom-com at the end of the movie.
“We’re almost at our happily ever after, you know.” He’d slyly said at a party with all your friends and family, his arm thrown casually over your shoulder.
He playfully tells your best friend they’re gonna have to help him pick out a ring soon. Everyone laughs and congratulates you. Tells you how lucky you are.
You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and make yourself laugh too, “Don’t I know it!”
JASON DEAN/JD:
You have to say I love you a lot more.
He doesn’t ask for the words. He never would, beyond saying them first and giving you an expectant look. Green eyes boring into yours, begging you to say it back. You could so easily interpret that expectant look as a demand. But you know it isn’t. It’s desperation.
You say it more because there’s a pit in your stomach. And it twists every time you see how much worse the tangled weeds of that desperation for your love has gotten within JD.
He’s your shadow, more often than not. Like if he takes his eyes off you for just a second too long you’ll disappear. It wouldn’t be an unfounded fear, with the life he’s lived. All that he’s lost.
You don’t know why you said something so cruel to him. So thoughtless. JD pushes because he likes the passion you two share. Because he needs to know you care. Not because he wants to push you away. And now he looks at you like a kicked dog every time he thinks you’re not paying attention. But you’re always paying attention.
You wish you could take the words back. Pluck them from the air and swallow them down, bury them somewhere deep inside you.
I didn’t mean them. I swear I didn’t mean them. I was just stressed. You just push me so much. But you keep those words inside too. It’s bad enough you said them once. You don’t want to remind JD of them. Bring them up again. It’s clear from how he’s acting they’ve been bouncing around his head already.
He’s been more quiet than usual. Trapped in his head. He doesn’t even look up when you walk into the room. The look on his face makes you ache.
You curl up into his side, wrapping your arms around him, and squeeze as tight as you can. So he can feel you by his side, solid and permanent. “I love you, JD.”
He turns to look at you. Those sharp eyes searching for any hint you don’t mean it. That these pretty words are the lie, and the wanting to leave him was the nasty truth.
You meet his gaze head on. You would tell him how sorry you are, but you don’t want to think about how cruel you can be, when you get mad. “I love you.” You repeat, instead.
Finally he smiles at you, “Yeah, I know you do, darlin’.”
KEVIN KHATCHADOURIAN:
You don’t have to pretend you’re happy. In fact, when you try, it makes Kevin very angry.
He never tells you to stop. But whenever you try to fake a little enthusiasm. Put on a little smile you don’t mean… the look on his face is enough to make you feel sick. His expression hardly moves. It’s the look in his eyes. Like he wants to hurt you. Badly.
So you stop pretending.
He demands your presence. Your attention. He doesn’t want your disingenuous attempts to placate him.
You sit in silence more often than not.
You used to try and fill the air between you. The more he would stare at you, the more you would talk. He’d hardly blink. Just watching as you’d wind yourself up under the force of your own anxiety. He rarely told you to be quiet. You think Kevin must’ve liked watching you squirm. Watching you uhm and ah, only pausing for breaths, because otherwise the silence would be deafening. And all that would be left would be the suffocating weight of his gaze.
You don’t bother talking now. What could you say?
Now you stare back. He’d almost looked surprised, the first time. When you turned to look at him, while he looked at you. You didn’t stop until it was time for you to head home.
That’s how you spend all your time with each other now. You arrive at his home. You take off your shoes. You make your way to his bedroom. Sit on his bed. You take a deep breath, and then you stare at him, and he stares back.
You hate him. A very big part of you hates him. An even bigger part of you is terrified of him.
You carry on like this for months. Passing the time. Feeling isolated. Like a trapped mouse, or bird in a cage, even as you live every aspect of your life completely identical to the way you did before you knew what Kevin was capable of. There’s no chain around your wrist or ankle. No guillotine blade on your neck. But the threat is still there, and life feels paper thin now. Like some veil has been pulled back. It all feels meaningless.
You hate him. But there’s no one you can talk to. No one to turn to. You don’t dare turn to anyone else.
So one day, while you’re staring each other down you reach into the space between you on the bed with your hand, and lay it down palm up. Kevin’s eyes flicker down, sizing up your hand, sizing up you. After a long moment he puts his hand in yours.
You go back to staring at each other.
NATHAN PRESCOTT:
Nathan hates the way you flinch when he gets too close.
He tries to be understanding. He doesn’t have a right to be hurt, after what he’s done. It hurts anyway. He just tries not to let it show. He’s sure that would make you angry. Him walking around like a little victim when he fucking kidnapped you. He makes himself angry. He makes himself sick.
But at least he has you. You hate his guts, but you’re with him.
Nathan tries to tell himself that’s all that matters. But he misses the way things used to be like he’d miss a leg that got cut off. Phantom aches all day long. Every time he looks at you, and finds you already looking at him, hatefully. You used to look at him like you’d never get tired of him.
He still wants to know what finally made you tired of him. But he doesn’t have the right to ask. So he doesn’t ask.
He reinforced the cabin so you can’t get out. If you try you’ll have to make so much noise there’s not a hope in hell he won’t hear. He can’t bear to tie you up, or chain you. You’re a fighter, and he’s not much of one, so he probably should. But he can’t. He’d tried and it made him sick. He’d actually thrown up over it.
He keeps you lightly drugged instead.
He’d thrown up over that too. But he had to do something.
He’s always careful about the dosage. Careful about every step of the process. He’ll never mess it up. Not ever. He loves you. He’d hurt you once, and he’ll never do it again. He doesn’t want to fight you. Doesn’t want you to fight each other.
You love each other. It might take a while, but one day you’ll remember that. Until you do, you’ll both stay here, far away from anyone else. Nathan hopes you’ll remember soon.
SEBASTIAN VALMONT:
He’s going to make you fall in love with him again.
If he was stronger he’d let you go. Hell, he wouldn’t have paid someone to kidnap you in the first place. But Sebastian has always gotten everything he wanted. And he’s never wanted anything as much as he wants you. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves you. Maybe, before you, he never loved anyone at all.
You split his chest open and carved out a space inside him where only you can fit. You’re the single occupant of his heart. Forever. You can’t expect him to just turn it off. Can’t expect him to forget you. He tried, and he failed.
So now he’s going to try something else. He’s going to win you back. Obviously, this isn’t the best starting point. But there have been worse starting points for rekindling a romance.
He hires only one chef and one maid for your new penthouse. He pays them very well to never ask any questions. And to never, ever help you escape. The money is too good to turn down. Life-changing, really. So they never help.
It’s just you and him. The way it was always meant to be.
You do candlelit dinners every night. You wake up, every morning, to flowers outside your door. Sebastian fulfills your every desire. Hangs on to your every word. You can have anything you want. Do anything you want. You just can’t leave. Not yet. Not until you’re in love with him again. Then life can go back to normal.
He’d laughed when you asked him if he was going to keep you in the penthouse with him forever. He laughed until he had to wipe a tear from his eye. Then he leaned forward and kissed you softly. “No, sweetheart, I’m not crazy. Just crazy about you.”
There are a lot of locks on the front door. You’ve never even seen the keys for them. The windows don’t open. Even if they did… the penthouse is twenty stories up, you wouldn’t survive the fall.
Sebastian opens your bedroom door, giving you a smile that’s both cocky and charming. Hiding something behind his back. Another gift. “Good morning, gorgeous.”
You smile. Reflex, and don’t know if it’s because you’re too scared not to, or because looking at him makes you want to smile. Sebastian gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek, the way he does when he’s happy.
Nothing makes Sebastian more happy than getting what he wants.
A/N: we all know it took me forever to do this part two. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. and this fic took too damn long to write. xoxoxo
#billy loomis x reader#josh washington x reader#stu macher x reader#jd x reader#sebastian valmont x reader#nathan prescott x reader#kevin khatchadourian x reader#jason dean x reader#crazy ass boys gang#i cannot stress enough everyone clap for this or ill blow up the building adjkl
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Has this been done before bc it should have been.
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Captain Marvel is at Camp Half-Blood with a new demigod child.
Annabeth: Who this time?
Marvel: Apollo. I mean, he did a great job hiding his daughter.
The girl with the golden hair is holding onto Marvel and looking at Annabeth in disbelief.
Annabeth: How could he?
Marvel: He abandoned her in a foster home in Fawcett. But he didn't tell me. I'm going to kick his ass for that.
Annabeth nods and sits down in front of the girl. She hides behind Marvel even more. Marvel gently strokes her head.
Marvel: It's going to be okay. No one will hurt you here.
The girl nods slowly and takes Annabeth's hand.
Marvel: Behave yourself. I'll fly back to visit you soon. I'll tell your parents you're safe.
The girl brightens and smiles. She leaves with Annabeth and waves goodbye to Marvel.
Clarisse approaches Marvel: *sarcastically* Welcome to the outcast camp, Champion.
Marvel: Clarisse...
Clarisse: Shut up. You will never understand the likes of us. I hate to see you, Beloved of the Gods.
Marvel just sighs and shakes his head. He takes off and flies back to Fawcett, he doesn't want to fight the Ares gene pool right now.
#billy batson#dcu#dc captain marvel#captain marvel#shazam#clarisse la rue#annabeth chase#dc×pj#dc × pj#I think Fawcett is perfect for hiding demigods#The Champion is nearby and the Rock of Eternity too#lots of magic#if you want to live then you won't go to the Champion's city because he can really erase you from the plane of existence#Apollo was the first to realize that the monsters were avoiding Fawcett like the plague#he decided to act#but he didn't tell Billy about his plan so he'll get his ass kicked
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Boyfriends when its time to take the strap off and switch
#you have no idea how happy all this silly mk ghostface content is making me#yes i do want to see Billy loomis get his ass literally torn apart#this is killing me#mortal kombat ghostface#ghostface#stuilly
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some more billys. idk if i ever posted these wee
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