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on-a-lucky-tide · 16 days ago

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Gaz and Soap use Nikolai as attitude adjustment.

cw: canon typical violence, mild sexual content towards the end.

If Gaz and Soap really want to humble a new trooper that's got a bit arrogant, they won't escalate them to Ghost or Price, because any fresh recruit would expect to be obliterated by fully trained operators at some point during their training; it would be viewed as a privilege to be crushed by the one and only Bravo Six, and Ghost is legendary.

Instead, they put them in a room with Nikolai.

It was Gaz's idea originally. Nik isn't SAS, he's precisely the type of unhinged, formidable opponent these little fucks are going to have to face in the field. In fact, he was one life decision away from being one of their actual enemies. Every time Soap and Gaz have to go toe to toe with the Russians they're sure to thank whatever higher power that they haven't got Nikolai running rings around them rather than waiting to bail them out.

They have one particular scrote who has been pissing them off all week. He thinks he's Billy Big Bollocks and, while he follows the letter of an order, he always likes to think he knows best and... interpret. The sergeants told him to focus on endurance and cardio in his workouts and he continued to build strength, he navigated a river crossing wrong and ended up stranding his crew. Lots of little things that mean if he doesn't shape up then he's gonna fail.

Gaz and Soap take him, and the friends that are beginning to get ideas, to Nik's hanger where he's working.

"Nik, fall in," Gaz calls at the Black Hawk.

Nik drops from the top of the heli where he was doing some maintenance on the main rotary engine, and Soap has to work hard to keep his face serious, because fuck does Nik play his part well.

He's shirtless, sweating from the exertion of turning the big wrench in his hand, and there's grease spattered on his stomach, up his arms. That gold chain really tops off the look, nestled in the fur on his chest, and he looks every bit the Russian mobster. Gaz can see why the captain thirsts so much.

(Not that there's anything wrong with that, sir. You hit that, uh... man, umm..)

"Sergeants," Nik greets them respectfully, and then those dark eyes turn to the trooper standing at their side. To his credit, the kid squares his shoulders and meets Nik's eyes, which is a pretty big ask given Nik's reputation on base. "Between one and ten?" Nik asks, still the very picture of affable civility.

"Four," Soap says, pulling a baton and a coil of rope from his belt. He throws them both to the floor in front of the trooper they've brought for a lesson in respect and listening skills. "Subdue and apprehend."

"What?" The trooper asks, stunned.

"Subdue and apprehend the target," Soap repeats, and then juts his chin after Nikolai. "'E's yer target."

Nik places his wrench down and uses the rag on his workbench to wipe his hands. He is completely unarmed, dressed only in his combat trousers, belted low on his hips, and boots. He glances at the baton and rope on the floor, and then to his intended adversary. "When you are ready, comrade."

The trooper picks up his weapon, glances at his sergeants, the rest of his troop and then flicks the baton out. Nik stands there placidly, hands down by his sides as he flicks his fingers in a little come on gesture. The trooper runs in.

The slap Nikolai lands across the lad's face echoes around the hanger. Even Gaz and Soap grimace, while the other two troopers flinch, their shoulders rising around their ears. The trooper recovers after being forced into the work bench with the force, and leans in for a swing to the gut, which Nik swerves, shoving the incoming shoulder down.

With each failed or blocked attack, Nik retaliates with precision, administering openhanded slaps to the jaw, shoving away or ducking poorly timed swings, before landing a gut punch and then swiping the trooper's boots out from under him. The lad recovers with a decent enough roll and dives in for another, but Nik grabs his shirt and slams him into the side of the Black Hawk. He makes it look easy.

The trooper groans and staggers. Nik growls, irritated. "Pochemi ty tebya ne perestat vyyobyvat’sya, eh?"

"I wouldnae take tha' rookie, he called yer ma a bitch," Soap calls over.

Gaz huffs. "No he didn't."

Soap shrugs then forms his mouth into a grimacing 'ooh' when Nik lands a knee to the bollocks, proceeding to dissect their trainee's defences with brutal efficiency now that he had run out of patience. He grabs the wrist holding the baton, twists and throws his opponent like he's nought but a cheap stuffed toy from the local carnival.

When the lad scrambles to his feet, now without defence, Nik is already waiting with a right hook that sends him down to his knee and three swift kicks to the ribs that takes him the rest of the way to the floor.

Nik rests a boot on the trooper's face, and reaches for the spanner on his workbench. Gaz clears his throat, flashing four fingers with a single shake of the head to remind Nik of the agreed scale, and Nik nods, lifting his hands apologetically before clasping them before his hips. He tuts down at his felled opponent. "Ah, it appears you have been killed, comrade. A shame."

Soap swaggers over, his hands tucked inside his carrier vest, and crouches down by his trainee's head. "An' that was him at a four. Can ye imagine wha' 'e woulda done to ye at ten, eh, hen?" Soaps answer is a groan and a gurgle.

"Nikolai!"

Soap stands abruptly, Gaz straightens and the two intact troopers smack their boots together, backs rigid. Nik looks up more leisurely, his placid, Labrador eyes, now empty of malice, settle on Captain Price, who stands in the shadows of the hanger door, his arms folded. "That's quite enough. I think Reynolds has learned his lesson. Let 'im up."

Nik steps back and tucks his hands behind his back. The way he stands at ease reminds Gaz and Soap that their favourite Russian arms dealer used to wear a uniform instead of a leather jacket, and they're again thankful he bats for their team. Ha, in more ways than one, as it goes.

Reynolds climbs to his feet slowly and rejoins his mates as Gaz dismisses them.

"Get them to mess. It's dinnertime," Price says to his two sergeants, and then looks at Nik. "My office."

Someone unfamiliar with the captain might have missed the way he looked Nik up and down before he turned his back, from scruffy boots to sweating, grease-slick chest, his blue eyes aflame like pilot lights in a bloody gas boiler, but Gaz didn't. He smirks as Nik swaggers past, his jacket slung over his bare shoulder. "You dog," Gaz mutters.

Nik winks at him before he disappears with the - his - captain.

"Really?" Price asks, with a kind of tired exasperation, as they step across the threshold into the pokey little cubby hole he occupies on base.

"I was teaching," Nik says, shoulders rolling in a shrug.

"Yer take far too much joy in slappin' 'round my soldiers, Nik." Price leans against his desk, arms folded, his eyes raking over Nik's body with a white hot desire roiling in his gut.

"You must enjoy your work to perform it to a high standard." Nik strolls up into Price's personal space like he belongs there, nudging the captain's boots apart to make room, gaze dropping to his crotch. "And, perhaps, you enjoy my work too?"

Price chuckles low in his throat. "Yer sick bastard," he growls, reaching to wind his hand through that golden chain and yank Nik down.

The kiss is fierce, tongue licking possessively into Nik's mouth as Nik slots between his legs. Nik's filthy hands find Price's waist and then slide down to his arse for a greedy squeeze, moving to Price's thighs when his knees hook up and over Nik's hips.

"Hng, bloody 'ell, get those fuckin' kecks down and fuck me," Price snarls, still keeping Nik in place by his chain even as he yanks open his belt and fly.

Nik had wanted to finish his repairs, but railing Price over his desk when he looks about ready to devour him feels like a far better use of his time.

#captain john price #cod nikolai #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #nikprice #trying to grapple with present tense in long form #not a fan still eh #but nik reaching for the spanner is a call back to his ingame finisher #spade of doom

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bookishcatcafe · 7 months ago

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Ristretto in Pink (A Huskerdust Fic) Part Four

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“A voice, sweettoned and sustained, called to him from the sea. Turning the curve he waved his hand, a seal’s, far out on the water, round. Usurper.”- James Joyce Ulysses (23)

Thus, the bloodied brutal brute pulped and purpled pushed and plummeted down the stairs in a crashing array as if orchestrated Wagnerly and with no end. Husk saw from his room with a view on the second story of Fitzgerald’s casino. He left to the tables. His streak began when the die fell on black 32, continuing with a rush of gasps, he bet on red 4, 7, and black 48. Again.

Again.

Tomorrow and tomorrow, the next and like prior, the cat continued to bet till it was done. Even in drunken stupor, he twinged at the tugging at his heart that was the cards and table. Men fell where he stood in cries of anguish; losers all-in-all at chance and had to be tossed out when the rowdiness began. Husk felt not for these tricks, he had just another card in the sleeve of his hat, in which prowess was his crowned jewel.

The cards were flipped: 15 total. He stared, shakingly at his deck, before asking his final call,

“Hit me!” And another card was dealt with a deep force, cracking the tabletop with a snap, which led a direct hit into the cat’s lungs. 24. His fur, if it could do such an act as skin, went pale. The dealer dragged his breath from his lungs, as if a kick to the chest. Yet the game was not over, it wasn’t! Husk leaped across the table and grabbed the dealer by the shirt, pulling one of his suspenders back far enough to ricochet back into him with a loud snap against the sinner’s chest. After a couple landed punches and a butt against the chin, two large hounds grabbed Husk by under the shoulders, and dragged him into a nearby room.

The room was dark, except for a now flickering lamp on a desk. The hounds pushed him against a wall and began drilling punch after punch into him, a rather plump and medium sized shark stood in the corner, the light shone on his side, and as each punch flopped the cat around, with barely a clear view, he could make out some semblance of his person.

“First you take our money. I give you a room. I give you girls. I give you liquor. But now, you lose it all; this is the third time this week you fuckin’ throw away my money! You practically sunk us, Husker! You’s not allowed in my casino, or any others in partnership of mine till you pay us back.” He went toward the door, opening it, before clicking his tongue, causing the two hounds to grab H. and with a swift kick of the side-door, throw him out into the alley.

If you were to stand in silence, waiting for the day to end, such a short span feels endless, though life isn’t eternal; ‘cept here.

Laying in the concrete, blood bubbling from his lips, and a tear down his cheek, he could not feel his chest as his veins poked and split and drained and drowned him. Nausea: such a nausea he had known in a long, long time. His life up to now was a bar song sewn in a phantom thread, dipped first in booze, and dried off by the flames of green-unprovided tender.

As he came to and seemingly without his own acknowledgement, he was dragging himself out of the alley, sitting up beside the brick wall, where quietly the sound of piano inched its way to his ears. Then a voice.

“Ah…and that my fresh new listeners was a piece of Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier. Isn’t it such a treat? A delight to the senses? Oh, I’d say it tickles a fancy as a bit of sax and booze, wouldn’t you agree, friends?” A click and then a spinning of vinyl, before a sudden growing from vocal pianissimo.

“Tonight I wish to present the vocal jam to our peanut butter and jelly, the genius of Miss Holiday herself. After which, Fitzgerald and Louis take the reins.” As the static groaned, like the creaking of a floorboard, Billie Holiday began to sing. A shadow drained out of the radio’s grate, onto the street, and on the wall across Husk, growing upward into what felt like its honest form. The music began to static and skip before going back to normal.

The shadow dissipated into vapor and in its place a finely-dressed deer. He patted down his overcoat and fixed his tie before pulling his cane out from underneath his coat and pushing his weight down onto it, itself bending slightly, as he grinned with starving southern generosity.

“You seem down my fine furred friend.” He leaned closer and placed a hand on Husk’s face, rubbing his cheeks, fresh blood staining his fingers as he forced a smile by pulling apart his lips. Husk groaned and cursed as the man licked his fingers after quick inspection.

“You’re never dressed without a smile.” he said singsongingly, “For a hungry boy like yourself shouldn’t live without sustenance! Word is you gambled one too many chances, your nine lives is up, is it not?” Husk goes to speak but is interrupted.

“Why I believe I can help you in your little predicament!” he said gaily as he placed a hand on his chest and flaunted it with a gentle limp. Husk breathed heavily as he sat back against the wall, coughing blood before speaking.

“And how’d you propose that radiohead?” This struck a nerve, the man tilted his head with a sudden snap, and creaked as blinked.

“Why to make you as strong and powerful as all overlords should be!” Husk shuddered. How does he know?

“W..yo..You could fix me?”

“Fix you! Why, I could better you for all of Hell! Or Hell, I could make you better just for your own sake, altruistic or otherwise! So what is then, do we have a deal?” He put his hand out, grinning with just his lips, his sharped dentures hiding in shuddering anticipation. Husk felt his ribs ache and looked up to the sky, then to the towering casino from where he was chastised, and to the demon who stood in front of him humorous and red.

Husk shook his hand firmly, with nothing else to lose, except for the gravity of freedom.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #fanfiction #fanfic #my art

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mayhemproduces · 4 months ago

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Our third and final semi-final of the evening is rounded out by four of the best high flyers in not just MPW, but arguably the entire professional wrestling world today, as Will Ospreay, Pandemonium, Dyln Blaine, and Tre Lamar vie for an opportunity to join Tom Lawlor and Lacey Karmens in our main event, where the will shall, of course, move onto challenge for the biggest prize in the game at Thunder in Paradise. But first, Ospreay wants to show some respect to his opponents, shaking hands with Pandemonium and Tre, before they turn and shake one another’s hands. But as he extends a hand to Dyln, Pan just scoffs and shakes her head, as Dyln simply stares Ospreay down. He won’t show anybody any respect, certainly not Will Ospreay, an outsider trying to take his spot - and he punches Will in the face! Just like that, we’re off!

Lamar gets Pan wrapped up in a headlock as Blaine gets an irish whip on Ospreay. Ospreay drops into a handspring, bouncing off the ropes, and floating over Dyln’s back. Pandemonium shoots Tre to the ropes, as Ospreay gets a hip toss on Blaine. Dyln bounces his legs off the ropes and turns it into an arm drag, but Ospreay cartwheels to stay on his feet. Pandemonium nips under a wheel kick from Tre, then kips back to her feet. Ospreay gestures for Dyln to bring it, and Dyln charges him, going for that Cyclone Kick, but Ospreay evades it, trying to get a tijeras on Dyln, while Pan throws Tre with a hurricanrana. But Dyln flips and lands on his feet, while at the same time, Tre flips and lands on his feet! Holy shit! What a wild sequence to get us started here, and the fast paced action continues as Dyln and Tre whip around, charging Will and Pan respectively, but they get sent to the floor. Pan and Ospreay slingshot themselves over the top rope, taking out Lamar and Blaine! They both roll back into the ring and it feels like the roof of the Sugar Mill might just pop off, as they come eye to eye for the first time ever. Two of the best wrestlers to ever lace up a pair of boots squaring off in an MPW ring, ownership of the Chaos Cup on the line!

They begin to circle one another. Eventually, they lock up, fighting for control, but it’s Ospreay who pins Panemonum on the ropes. As they part, the crowd chants for Pan, signing Ospreay’s tune, as Pan keeps her hands up, keeping things clean - but Will chops her on the chest! There are no friends and honor on a night like this, but Pandemonium still gets Ospreay in a side headlock. Ospreay shoots her off, sending her to the ropes, but on the rebound, Pan lands a big kick to the side of the head! She goes for a chest kick, but Ospreay grabs it. He shakes his head and tries to swing at her, but Pan ducks it and runs the ropes. Ospreay leap frogs, dropping to his back on the rebound, and tossing Pan with a monkey flip! Ospreay quickly hops to the apron, catching the boot Pan throws at him. Pan drops for a leg sweep, but Will jumps over that too, before going for a shoulder thrust. Pan sidesteps it and kicks Ospreay in the back of the head! Ospreay turns to sit on the apron, holding his head, and Pan knocks him down with a firm kick to the spine. As Ospreay holds his back, Pan gets a running head start, and takes him out with a somersault plancha, wiping out the Billy Goat! Lamar grabs Pandemonium and throws her inside the ring before charging her, but Pan moves out of the way. Tre still lands a back elbow, then an uppercut. A big chop lands in the corner, having Pan swearing under her breath as she grabs her chest. Another chop before he wrenches the arm, hitting an irish whip, but Pan reverses. Tre turns around and takes out the leg, causing Pan to go face first into the turnbuckles! Tre swings through the ropes, and nails Pan with a tiger feint kick! Pan gets sent rolling back, and Tre jumps off the top rope - but flies into a dropkick from Ospreay!

Ospreay lifts Tre, but Tre shoves him back, firing off kicks to the chest, only to get caught by a chop from Ospreay. Tre stumbles into the corner, and as Will charges him, Tre gets a boot up in his face. Lifting himself to the top rope, Ospreay knocks him off with a huge, stiff chop! Ospreay runs the ropes, looking to take flight, but at the last moment, Tre jumps onto the apron! Ospreay slides under him and the bottom rope. But as he stands up, Tre jumps off the top, taking Ospreay out with a huge Moonsault! Holy shit! Tre rolls back to his feet and has a celebratory fist bump, before Dyln comes over the top rope with a handspring cartwheel Tope Con Hilo, taking out Tre Lamar! Blaine throws Ospreay back inside the ring, going right after him with a superkick, but Ospreay leans back just enough to avoid it! Ospreay lands a big forearm on Dyln before grabbing him, backing him up to the ropes, before going for an irish whip. On the rebound, Dyln runs into a backflip kick, Ospreay lands on his feet, and fires off an enzuigiri! Dyln eats it on the side of the head, and he’s rocked, but has just enough in the tank to pop off a superkick! Dyln sends Ospreay to the ropes, but Ospreay comes back with a handspring corkscrew kick, nailing Dyln with it! Ospreay rolls under the bottom rope. He lines Dyln up, and takes him out with a phenomenal springboard forearm! Ospreay covers!

1… 2… Broken up!

Pan breaks up the cover and takes a huge boot to the face for it. Ospreay lands another boot, this time running into the corner to hit her with it. Lifting Pan to the ropes, Ospreay tucks her head against the top turnbuckle, and pops her with a superkick! Cheeky Nandos to Panemonium, and she’s limp as Ospreay pries her off the ropes, going for a powerbomb. He hikes up her tights - but Pan slips out the back door! She tries to pull him down for a backslide, but Ospreay turns it around and gets nailed by a forearm. He blocks the next one, spinning Pan around, and nails her with a huge hook kick! Pan’s out on her feet as Ospreay signals for the Oscutter. He jumps to the ropes, springboarding back - but Pan catches him, planting Ospreay with a German suplex! She pitches up on her heels, completing the bridge!

1… 2… Kickout!

Getting Ospreay up, Pandemonium nails him with a roundhouse kick, the shot spinning him around, where Pan jumps up, and spikes him with a Poison Rana! Ospreay gets dumped on his head, and he’s so out of it he rolls back, Pan lining him up for another move - when Tre comes off the top rope with a springboard, dropping Pan with a facebuster! Tre covers!

1… 2… Broken up!

Dyln breaks it up and immediately eats some forearms from Tre for it. Tre charges him in the corner, but Dyln puts a boot up. Tre catches it, but Dyln pulls him into a big kick! Dyln follows it up with a shotgun dropkick, propelling Tre into the ropes. Dyln nails him with a chop, and tries to go for an irish whip, but Tre holds on. Dyln pulls him off, and nails him with a rolling elbow! Dyln drops into a cover!

1… 2… Kickout!

Sending Tre to the ropes, Lamar drops into a handspring, but Dyln catches him with a superkick! He grabs Tre, but Tre fires back a forearm, with another sending Dyln into the corner. Blaine goes up and onto the apron, landing a forearm, but Tre trips him up. Lamar jumps onto the apron with him, trying to grab Dyln, but Dyln sends him face first into the ring post! Lamar is out on his feet as Dyln runs and jumps onto the turnbuckles, floats back, and brings Lamar crashing down onto the apron with the Rocket Strap! Holy shit, Dyln takes out Tre! He might actually win it here, as he quickly pushes Tre back into the ring, making the cover!

1… 2… BROKEN UP!

Pandemonium breaks it up, saving the match! To say Dyln is pissed is an understatement, as he might’ve just lost his best shot yet. Dyln fires off an elbow strike, and Pan throws one back. They trade shots back and forth, trying to get the best of each other before Dyln fires off a Superkick. He lands a second, but as he goes for a third, Pan swivels out, and cracks Dyln with a huge roundhouse kick! Dyln just about gets his head knocked off! But Pan is still reeling from the superkicks, and winds up falling in the corner as Dyln falls to the wayside, and Ospreay flattens Pan with a running uppercut! Ospreay trips her up, putting Pan on her behind as he rolls ahead. Charging back at her, Pan jumps up and scoops him, swinging him around for an Emerald Flowison, but Will slips back over her head and lands on his feet, jumping back up, and spiking her with a Poison Rana! As the momentum brings Pan back to her feet, Will gets wrist control, going for the Rainham Maker, but as he hits the ripcord, Pan nails him with a roundhouse kick! Will’s out on his feet but manages to nail Pan with a forearm. Pan throws one back, a quick slugfest breaking out in the center of the ring, before Will grabs her head and brings her down, firing off the Kawada kicks. Pan eats all of them before pulling Will down, and firing off her own Kawada kicks! Pan lets him go and nails him with a Superkick, but as she goes for another, Will blocks it, nailing her with a hook kick! They both wobble, both refusing to go down, and slap each other at the same time! Pan nails Ospreay with an enzuigiri! She sits up, thinking she’s got him - and Ospreay PLOWS through Pan with the Hidden Blade, nailing her with the back of her head with it! Pan might be out cold, but somehow, she’s able to sit up, and Ospreay nails her with a back kick, then a buzzsaw. He guides a very woozy Pan to her feet before he turns to the ropes, starting to jump all the way up for the Super Oscutter - but Pan nails him on the base of the dome with a Superkick! Swatted mid-flight, he might be out! Pan has a huge opening here, but as she goes to the top rope, Tre cuts her off! She kicks him back with an enzuigiri, and jumps back on the top rope, going to fly - but Dyln comes out of NOWHERE, jumping in front of Pan as she leaps, and taking her down with the Rocket Strap! Holy shit!

Everyone is down for a moment, as we get our first breather in this matchup. We’ve been going hard and fast since the bell rang, There hasn’t been a second to spare for these four, but now, Ospreay is the first one up. Tre tries to charge at him as Will lifts himself up in the corner, but Ospreay charges right back at him, cutting him off with a HUGE Hidden Blade, nailing Tre straight in the face with it! Grabbing Tre’s arms, he’s limp as Ospreay hoists him up for the Stormbreaker - but Tre turns it into a hurricanrana! Holy shit, Ospreay’s locked down tight!

1… 2… BROKEN UP!

Tre nearly stole this match, but Ospreay kicks out! In doing so, he sends Tre back to his feet, and Tre pops off a huge penalty kick, nailing Ospreay square on the chest! Tre spins around, takes to the air, and crushes Ospreay with a standing Moonsault! Tre with another cover!

1… 2… Broken up!

Dyln breaks it up, blasting Tre with a dropkick! Tre gets sent back to his feet, where he wobbly nails Dyln with a Pele kick! Dylns out on his feet, and Tre quickly puts him on the top rope. Tre climbs up there with him, and brings them crashing down with an avalanche Brainbuster! Tre covers to steal it here!

1… 2… Kickout!

Dyln survives! Tre now heads to the top rope, lining Dyln up, and he goes for the Frog Splash Elbow Drop - but Dyln moves out of the way! Tre lands hard on his elbow, but as he sits up, he gets spiked by the Kraken Krusher from Pandemonium! Dyln charges her, nailing Pan with a huge Cyclone Kick! Pan gets her head taken off - and Dyln EATS a Hidden Blade! Ospreay wipes out Dyln, underhooks the arms - and plants him with the Stormbreaker! Ospreay quickly goes into the cover!

1… 2… 3!

“Here is your winner, and advancing to the finals of the Chaos Cup - WILL OSPREAY!”

Now we have our main event, as Ospreay joins Lacey Karmens and Tom Lawlor to determine who will face Joshua Bishop for the MPW World Championship at Darkness Falls! Will it be the Filth Man from Filth Land, the Aerial Assassin, or is this the year of Karma?

#match

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kuro-ttsuki · 1 year ago

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Four | Swoon

You know the intense feeling you get when you see two dogs about to fight? The undeniable fear of not knowing what's going to happen or how bloody it's going to get?

Yeah, that was Jacqueline's situation right now, standing between two people in her life who looked like they're ready to rip each other's throat out. Now she's face with two choices, either pull the pick me girl shit and try to make Billy back out by getting in his face and repeating the same dumbass phrase; "this isn't you", knowing damn well fighting is literally 90% of what makes Billy him. Or she could just silently back out and watch them fight.

Yeah, sadly number one seem like a better option, but without that phrase of course, "Steve just go, okay? This is not how I want to spend my first day here." She mumbled in a irritated tone, eyeing Steve down like a dog.

"Oh like how you spent yesterday with me?" He countered back causing a right hook to be thrown at him, hitting him directly in the jaw, causing him to land hard on the floor with a surprised look.

Yeah, Billy didn't throw that punch, it was the five foot six curly hair raven haired brunette who was about sick of this shit the second it started. She didn't say anything after that, she didn't want to.

Instead she turned to look at Billy and with that one look, he knew it was time to go. So with one quick swoop, Jacqueline was in his arm's being carried all the way to gym. Dramatic right? Billy was never really this type of guy but maybe seeing Jacqueline knock out his rival turned him on so much, he wanted to be extra nice. But who knows?

Once they got to the gym, it was completely silent. Barely anyone was in there but those two who sat quietly in the bleachers. Eventually Billy was the one to break that silence, "You know he's dead right?" He stated, not as a question but as a promise to her. A statement, as you will, for what just happened.

"Oh, so the great Billy Hargrove is going to protect his girlfriend's honor now? By beating up a guy she just sucker punched. My hero." Jacqueline teased, earning a slight snicker from the curly dirty blonde haired boy beside her.

"Bet your pretty ass I am, always." He stated, his eyes burning into hers in a adoring way before he decided to look off to see everyone else filling into the gym like ants a minute later.

"Say, how about we skip this and leave to-." He took a quick pause for dramatics but she already knew where this was heading by the big grin on his face. "My place?"

Jacqueline couldn't help but to look at the boy as if he was bat shit insane. Billy never skips gym, the boy loved physical tournament against his peers more than he loved his car. Shit, more than he loved her. He practically eats, breathes, and sleep physical activity, when it didn't include sex. But now he wants to skip it?

"Since when do you skip gym?" The brunette questioned curiously but her question wasn't answered the way she wanted, in fact it was ignored completely and was answered with her being thrown over his shoulder with a hard smack to the ass for good measure. "Since when did I have to explain anything to you?" He fired back sassily, earning nothing but a loud huff from the brunette.

"You have to take me on a date first before you think you can get any of this Hargrove. You never replied to my calls or letters for months on end. You have to earn every part of me back."

He couldn't help but smile widely at her sassiness as he continued carrying her out to his car. The parking lot was naked, barely any cars, teachers or even students trying to skip. It was just them and he liked it. While placing her on the hood of his car, he took the opportunity to place himself between her legs as a way of trapping her.

"I promise I'll do everything in my power to earn back every last bit of ya. Scout's honor."

"You were never a scout." She teased, leaning in to press her head against his. She couldn't help but smile so hard that her cheeks was hurting, this was real. She was finally back in his arms, together forever baby.

"I really did fuckin' missed you, you know? There wasn't a day I wasn't thinking about you Jackie, honestly. And that's a lot to say coming from me."

It was true, Billy has never been the type to say how he felt. Jacqueline could always read him by his eyes though, and that was enough. That's what their relationship was like. Billy wasn't the PDA type, the sentimental type or even the one to say I love you. And yet he didn't need to, he always tried to because that's what he believed his girl deserved but he didn't need to. She could always tell from his eyes, they were like a story book to her, a open window; she could read every part of him in them and she was absolutely ok with that.

But to hear him say what he said, for the first time? It made her completely forget why she was even mad at him. With that alone, he just earned every part of her once again. She was fully his and he also needed to hear it.

"I love you.." Once again it was supposed to be strong enough for him to know she meant it but yet it came out almost a whisper. As if she was scared to say it herself but yet it was enough for him. Once again their lips met, this time it was slow and passionate. Like they both needed it. Their lips moved beautifully in sync, it felt comfortable, sweet, and magical all in one and yet it was all gone the second Billy pulled away.

"I forgot my clothes back in the locker room. Wanna walk me back and then we'll go?"

"What about Max?" She questioned, the thought of his little sister Max finally hitting her. She was so caught up in seeing him again, she completely forgot about Max. Even though she was closed off and a bit of a bitch, Jacqueline loved that little red headed brat.

"She can skate home." He shrugged it off, earning a punch on the shoulder that he claimed was uncalled for. "What? She can handle herself for one day Jackie. I just want to spend time with my girl."

"I don't want you to get in trouble with Neil." Her words came out as genuine but it seemed to struck a nerve with Billy which made her quickly shut up. She knew that specific subject was sensitive to him, shit she was practically his nurse since they were 12 after every aftermath with those two. I guess that's what made them close, he was vulnerable with her from the start, so was she with him.

"I'll be fine. Just stay here, I'll be back." He stormed off before she could even apologize, leaving her to sit alone on his car. As much as she loved him, she couldn't stand his short temper. I guess you could say that was one of the down fall in the relationship. As much as he try to be good to her, his temper was what ruined almost everything. It was a weapon, it was a result and source of trauma for both of them. It scared her but made him feel like shit.

And with how much of it happening, it was like a routine in their lives. He would get triggered by something so little to her and then he will throw a fit which resulted to him breaking shit everywhere around them, sometimes he'll degrade her, and in a rare moment, he would always be so close to hurting her but always held back. When it gotten that bad, he would always apologize a million of times each day and shower her with nothing but gifts until she forgive him and each time she did.

Any normal girl would leave the relationship right then and there but not her. It's not that she likes it, or her love for Billy is so strong it blinds her from the danger. Yeah, sometimes he scares her to death but yet he was there for her when she was scared to death of her father. He healed her wounds, he dried her tears, he protected her like she protected him. Yeah he's this crazy piece of shit but at the end of the day, he's her William. And only she knows that he didn't turn out how he turned out for no reason.

So forever until the relationship drains her enough to leave, he will always be her William. Her Billy.

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They arrived at his house, what's the funny part is that he's only a block or two away from her, the bad part is that Steve is practically her neighbor and once he finds that out all hell will break loose. But that's a later problem right?

The now problem is his parents. Although Billy's step mom adored her, Neil viewed her as a slut, something lower than dirt and her hatred for him always matched. As they stepped in the house, it was nothing but silent. That relieved her a bit, she didn't have to face him today-

"Well look who's here. I thought I told you to not bring sluts like her in this house." Neil projected with confidence, he knew it was going to riled her up and he loved it. Despite everything, he loved the fire in her and so did his son.

"Bite me douchebag. You're a father, a grown ass man, act like it before you decide to call a seventeen year old girl a slut because you can't handle the fact my breast are bigger than your wife's." Her words came out as venom as it not only stung Neil and his wife that was only a corner away but it surprised Billy.

"Suck on that one next time you want to slut shame a fucking kid. And by the way only your son's dick has been in me so don't worry on that one."

Again, it left everyone speechless. You could practically see Neil boil up with anger and before he could explode, she dashed upstairs, dragging Billy along with her. She hated speaking to Neil because one, she could never handle her anger when it came to him and two she knew it the outcome. And the outcome was always Billy ended up getting hurt, that's why she never liked going over to his house. Yeah she loved Max and love how Billy always wanted her in his house so he could spoil her for a change but facing Neil always ruined things.

"I'm sorry, I know I should of kept my mouth closed." Her words came out as a mumble as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's alright. No need to worry darlin' "

"What do you mean No need to worry? He hurts you every time I open my fuckin' mouth. You know how hard it is to look you in the face when you come in my room and see that I'm the cause of you getting hurt?! Your father is too much of a pussy to face me so he takes it out on you and it's fuckin' aggravating!" Her worries soon turn into a rant as she finds herself pacing around the room like a mad woman until a quick action was took that caused her to crash onto to the bed, she was tackled. And the culprit was no one else but Billy.

She looked at him with a confused expression as he just smiled down at her in reply. "You know you're sexy when you worry right? It gets me hard sometimes." His teasing only cause her to be even more pissed off but also embarrassed. Billy had this way with her, he could easily make her shy or just more pissed off. Right now she's both.

"Quit your shit Hargrove." She tried to insert her own dominance but was quickly shut down when he grabbed her by her chin, while his other arm was pressed above her for balance. "You wanna repeat that?"

His voice was low but held enough power to shut her up. His thumb ran over her bottom lip, making it open up her mouth slightly as he slip his tounge in. Her body felt burning hot against his touch, she could feel electricity run through her veins like bullets as he kissed her, his tounge eagerly exploring her mouth as she desperately kissed back. Her lips matching his intensity, both lips moving messily against each other but somehow still connected as if they were glued together. Each parties, struggled to breathe but neither wanted to stop.

Soon enough, the kiss broke apart giving Jacqueline a chance to catch her breath but nothing stopped for Billy. His lips made their way down the girl's jawline, her neck, and her shoulder, leaving a wet and bruised trail all the way down to her breast that "magically" got exposed during their steamy make out session.

His tounge darted around her right nipple as his hand squeezed and massaged her other breast in a frantic way causing her to let out a shaky breath. As they were getting sensitive, she was getting wet underneath and he knew that. That's when things became intense.

His eyes were clouded with nothing but arousal and were to glued to hers as he sucked and toyed her nipple, soon switching to get the other one giving it the same attention. His lips latched onto the already sensitive nipple with lust coated excitement as he began to suck roughly while giving the same, breast whom nipple he already sucked, and left red hickies over, a hard squeeze. Watching as the girl tried her absolute best to hide the fact she felt pleasure from his doings.

Even though it was cute to watch her struggle to keep a straight face, it wasn't enough for him. He bit down on her nipple as his sucking became aggressive and desperate as he bit down on the bud, that he was already viscously sucking, earning a open mouth moan from her. He then began to grind his dangerously harden cock against her as hard as he could just to break her fully.

Her body flushed with heat as she couldn't help but break under his touch and became a moaning mess. She didn't know what to do or how to stop it, his grinding continued dangerously as she held back on her erotic cries with a lip bite and did her best to avoid the intense eye contact with him which only made him stop what he was doing and grab her face.

His index finger and thumb squeezed her lips together in a painful way, only slightly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes as his hands slipped through her shorts and over her wet center. He didn't continue or push further, instead he watched her. Waiting for her to tell him that it was okay, no, in fact he was waiting for her to beg.

And just before she could even give in to the thought, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door, followed by Neil's annoying yelling. "Get your lazy ass off that bed with that whore and come take your sister out to trick or treat. It's Halloween for fuck sakes!"

Right, I may have forgot to mention it was Halloween. And I always seem forget to mention that a certain someone was throwing a party tonight and Jacqueline was already invited.

Oops?

#fyp #stranger things #fanfic #billy hargrove #william hargrove #will byers #jonathan byers #netflix #maturesexy

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Hi I was just wondering if I could request a one shot of a 18 year old named Jamie the sister of Joe Keery who also plays Chloe Harrington Steve’s sister and during the Billy and Steve fight scene from S2 Jamie is holding the kids back while everyone is screaming their lines she gets hit with this overwhelming feeling of dizziness & nausea from exhaustion of filming all day. She quickly shakily grabs onto something to keep her balance & grabs the attention of the crew the duffers yell cut & walk up asking if she’s ok while Dacre & Joe stand beside her. When she says she feels faint & stumbles both boys careful grab her & lead her to a couch on set the duffers call medics to check her over as Joe tries to keep her talking & alert not to faint as well as the duffers doing the same but very little leading to Joe taking care of her the rest of the day.

If you can’t I completely understand have a great day

Hello, love! Thank you for sending this in, this was such a sweet picture sou painted with that in my head, and while I'm not one for real life ships, THIS is some platonic friendship and siblings, so I tried my hands at it and hope this came out alright. I really enjoy writing sibling relationships as it seems (and mix in a little good friend Dacre here). So, I hope you enjoy this little piece 💚

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Pairing: NONE, but big brother Joe, platonic friend Dacre Word count: 2387 Warning/Tags: mentions over undereating, but no eating disorder, nausea, dizziness, fake blood (let me know if I missed anything

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Working on a show like Stranger Things had been a completely new experience for Jamie, especially because she was playing alongside her brother Joe. In the show, they were playing siblings, just like in real life, so the friendly banter that happened on screen was something they were doing from experience. There had always been little fights as well, but in the end, they had a wonderful relationship, could always count on each other. Something the Duffer brothers had picked up on and had allowed them to show on screen as well. Where there was Joe, there was Jamie as well most of the time.

So, it was no wonder that she appeared in the fight scene between him and Dacre as well, taking over the job to keep an eye out for the kids. It had been a long day already, starting at four in the morning, but they wanted to finish filming that scene before they wrapped up for the day. Jamie felt the exhaustion in her bones, not having slept at all last night, hence being awake for way too long already without taking a break. She’d skipped lunch, because she hadn’t felt hungry, but by now, she was feeling how much that was wearing her down. It was just one more scene, she told herself, she could do that.

They got on their marks, Jamie among the kids waiting for Dacre to come through the door to start the scene. She swallowed hard, bit back the nausea that was threatening to pull her under, but she could do it. It wasn’t the first time, she was exhausted at work and was able to pull through, right?

Action!

Dacre barged in and delivered his lines before he went at Caleb. Jamie did her part and held the other ones back, trying to protect them from Billy, and Lucas was able to fend him off. Enter Steve, her brother who took up the role of protector in this scene once again. He landed his first punch, giving Caleb the opportunity to get back to the others and behind Jamie.

“I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about,” Dacre spewed his words at Joe, channelling Billy perfectly. If Jamie hadn’t known that they were filming, she’d definitely be scared of him, but she knew what a sweet soul Dacre was.

“Get out!” Just like they’d talked about, Joe spoke his words before Dacre swung at him. While they were fighting, crashing plates in the process, Jamie held her hands in front of the kids, keeping them back, hearing them yell their lines, when all of a sudden their voices sounded dull, like they were getting further and further away from her. She closed her eyes to shake off that feeling, but when she opened them again, the whole room started to spin, making her feel nauseous. Her knees felt weak, and she grabbed hold of the cupboard next to her to not crumble to the floor. Oh, this was bad, really bad.

Gaten’s eyes were on her, checking if she was alright, if this was part of the scene, something he’d missed out on or something they’d added without the rest of them not knowing. When Joe catches a glimpse of her, though, he doesn’t waste a second to get to his sister. The crew eventually realised what was going on.

“Cut!” could be heard throughout the set and everything stilled

Jamie could feel her brother’s presence beside her, someone else on the other side, gently grabbing hold of her elbow to stabilise her.

“Are you okay?” she heard someone ask, not sure who it was, because she’d closed her eyes again, trying to fight the dizziness.

“I… feel a little faint,” she whispered, wrapping her hand around Joe’s arm, because it was something, someone familiar.

“Come on, just a couple of steps.” Another familiar voice said, the one holding onto her elbow, and when she blinked her eyes open, she saw that it was Dacre, helping her to the nearest couch together with Joe.

“Can we get a medic in here?”

The commotion surrounding her made Jamie close her eyes again. She felt a little better as soon as she was seated and didn’t have to stand anymore, didn’t have to rely on her legs holding her up.

“How are you feeling?” Joe asked, taking her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze to keep her focus. “And don’t lie to me, ‘cause you know that I detect when you’re lying to me.”

She could hear the smile in his voice, trying to lighten the mood. Being the centre of attention because of something like this wasn’t doing Jamie any good, she’d much rather be somewhere else, somewhere more private, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to walk over to her trailer right now.

“I thought I could pull through, you know?” she said quietly, eyes drifting shut again.

“No, no, no, don’t close your eyes. Look at me please!” Joe tilted her head upwards waiting for her to open her eyes again, and she did, making him smile in turn. “Good. You should have said something, Jamie. We could have rearranged something.”

“It was okay… and all of a sudden…” She shrugged her shoulders, earning her a squeeze of the hand Dacre was holding right now, sitting on the other side of her.

“It’s alright,” Dacre said, reassuring her, a smile on his face that stood in stark contrast to the fake blood from the fight between his character and Joe’s.

“I’m still sorry.”

“Stop apologising, okay? It’s no big deal. It could have happened to any of us.” Dacre ran his thumb over the back of her hand to reassure her, and it really slowed down her breathing a little.

When the medics arrived, Joe and Dacre gave them some room, but Joe stepped behind the sofa to put his hand on her shoulder, show her that he was there, and wouldn't go anywhere. The Duffer brothers stayed with them as well, while they dismissed everyone else. It wasn’t good to have everyone crowding in around Jamie, suffocating her. They were just worried about her friend, but right now, the less people, the better for her.

The medics took their time checking her vitals, asking her questions, and she already knew that this was mostly her own fault, so she bit her bottom lip after confessing about skipping dinner.

“Alright, she needs lots of rest starting now, something to eat and lots of water.”

Joe nodded his head immediately.

“I’ll take care of her.”

“We’ve wrapped it up anyway. And we don’t want to see you on set until you really feel better, okay?”

“Yeah… sorry about all this.” Jamie looked up at them with an apologetic smile, but nobody was angry at her like she’d feared. All of them had just been worried, and were glad that it was nothing serious.

“I’ll help you get her to the trailer,” Dacre offered, helping Joe get Jamie up off the sofa.

“You really don’t need to do that. I can walk by myself.” Jamie tried to protest, but the slight wobble in her step betrayed her words.

“Sure you can.” Joe rolled his eyes, gathering her things, while Dacre decided that there was an even better way to get her to her trailer.

“Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight,” he ordered her before lifting her up.

“Are you crazy! I’m way too heavy for you to be carrying me.”

“Actually, you’re not. And now, just hold on tight. That’ll make it easier.”

Joe just grinned to himself, watching the two, seeing the pout on Jamie’s lips slowly disappear, only to be replaced with a shy smile. She knew that she’d lost this battle, and should rather comply than start an argument that she was sure to lose.

Joe led the way to her trailer and opened the door, so that Dacre could carry her inside. He carefully put her down on the sofa.

“Thank you.” Jamie slowly looked up at both guys. “Really, I appreciate everything you’ve done.”

“You don’t think I’m gonna leave you all alone, do you?” Joe plopped down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I’ll make sure that you follow the doctor’s orders!”

“And I’ll get you something to eat,” Dacre offered, and before Jamie could protest, he was out the door again.

“You really don’t have to stay here, Joe.”

“But I want to. Granted, I should probably take a shower, and so should you, but only after you've had something to eat.” He leaned over to press a kiss to her temple before he straightened again.

“God, I feel so awful about all this.” Jamie buried her face in her hands, trying to calm her breathing again. Now that they were alone, she thought about what had happened, how this had played out.

“Hey, hey, hey, stop that.” Joe reached for his sister’s hands, gently pulled them away from her face. “Things like that can happen, okay? No need to worry. Everyone was more concerned about your well-being anyway instead of anything else. Because they all care about you. Okay? We can keep filming tomorrow.”

“I…” she stuttered, taking a deep breath. She knew that he was right, she’d felt it in the way everyone had reacted, and so she was able to smile again. “Right. You’re right.”

“Good. You won’t get rid of me today. Well, just for a moment to take a shower, but apart from that, I’ll keep you company and make sure you get enough sleep.” Even if that meant that he had to sleep on the sofa, he would NOT leave her side tonight.

Dacre came back shortly after he’d left with steaming food for all three of them, an extra big portion for Jamie. While Joe gobbled down his dinner, the other two took their time.

“I’ll just take a quick shower and then I’ll be back, alright?” he asked, looking at Dacre and Jamie.

“Sure, I’ll keep her company,” Dacre answered with a grin, making Joe leave without having to worry about you.

“I can stay alone, you know? You’ve already done enough with getting food for us.”

“Nonsense. You’re not supposed to be alone right now, and I actually like spending time in your presence. So don’t worry about it, ‘kay?” Dacre gave her another smile, before he concentrated and the rest of his food. He hadn’t had time to get changed or shower, but he’d at least wiped the fake blood from his face, so he felt a little bit more like himself, even if he was still wearing the wig.

“Thank you,” Jamie said, a sincere smile on her lips.

“No problem.” Dacre watched her for a moment. “You really scared us there for a moment.”

“I know, and that wasn’t my intention.”

“I know that. Just… you need to listen to your body, to what you need, and if that means taking a break, so be it. Or do you need someone to remind you that you need to eat, even if you don’t feel like it?” It was an offer, and while she knew she could talk to her brother about this, make him remind her to get some food, it was nice to have someone else do that for a change.

“I think that might be a good idea.”

“Good, then I’ll do that, and maybe shove some food your way whenever I get something for myself.” Dacre chuckled, already having that plan in his head, because he wanted the people around him to feel good, to be safe, and if that meant taking care that you ate enough throughout the day, he was happy to take that upon himself.

They ate the rest of their meal together, chatting about this and that until Joe came back from his shower.

“You feeling better?” he asked, taking his seat again, looking her over, but he was already relieved to see the colour returning to her face.

“Yeah, definitely. Thank you!” She looked between the two men in her trailer, a smile on her lips.

“Good! Now, you’ll need lots of rest, so I’ll leave the two of you alone and hop in the shower.”

“Thanks Dacre!” Joe spoke up, grinning at his friend. While they were enemies on screen, they’d grown quite close off screen.

“Anytime!” With that, he was out of the door, leaving Jamie and Joe alone.

“And you’re gonna take a shower, leave the door unlocked, and then we can watch a movie or whatever, alright?”

“Can we watch Digimon Adventure?” she asked, giving him her best puppy eyes. A wave of nostalgia hit Joe, but he chuckled. They used to watch it when they were younger all the time.

“Sure thing. Now get a move on, before I shove you in there. You stink.” He got up to clean the plates, a grin plastered on his lips.“I do not!” Jamie gasped, clutching a hand to her chest, before she got up and hugged her brother from behind, held him like that for a moment, before she grabbed a fresh set of clothes and vanished into the bathroom. Joe looked after her, shaking his head. He’d been worried sick about her, but now he was able to calm down a bit. He wasn’t only the protective Steve Harrington in the series, a part of that was all him as well, because he couldn’t not take care of the people he loved. And so he waited for his sister to get out of the shower so that he could tuck her in and watch her favourite series with her until she drifted off to sleep. Much needed sleep at that! All the trouble was forgotten the next morning, when she could start over fresh - and since then, Dacre always had some food for her, even if it was just a chocolate bar.

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scorphargrove · 2 years ago

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Bite Back ~ Billy Hargrove x Reader first four chapters now on AO3

Chapter One here.

Chapter Two-

The boy didn’t come back to your bench in the days that followed, and the interaction faded to the back of your mind. It was a hard few days, tired from nightmares that woke you up screaming and landed you on the couch in the middle of the night drinking hot tea El had made. You knew it made her feel better to do something, and you appreciated it each time. You’d call Steve, but you knew he was struggling in his own way lately, stressing about Nancy. You didn’t fault him for it, didn’t want to add a reminder of your shared trauma when his mind was elsewhere for once.

Instead, on those nights, you went out back after El had finally fallen asleep. Hit the punching bag in the yard that Hop had “found” in the shed until your muscles were tired enough to allow you to sleep again, or until you had screamed your throat raw and made your knuckles bleed. It would be then that he’d come outside, place a hand on your shoulder and usher you back into the comfort of the cabin, throwing you an ice pack before he headed off to work. You weren’t stupid – knew Hop recognized something in you, maybe something that lurks in him too. A destructiveness, a reckless tendency that you knew just as well as he did that you had to satiate, instead of letting it drown you.

On Friday, though, Steve caught your eye as you got out of the Beemer after school, said, “Quarry?” and you nodded without question. You knew the look in his eyes, and he’d obviously recognized the look in yours. It was your ritual on days like these, whether on your front porch, by his pool, at the quarry.

Quarry days were especially bad, those days being the ones where he needed the walk through the woods, needed to check for monsters that were never there, not anymore. He would show up wound too tight, pacing with his baseball bat in his hands, and you’d have to talk him down. Have to watch him lodge the bat into a tree a few times before handing over your flask and sitting on the edge of the drop, high enough to make you feel adrenaline in your veins.

You enjoyed your walk there at least, your knife (a gift from Hop) secured in the waistband of your pants next to your walkie (a gift from Dustin) both a comfort on the dark roads. Liked the feeling of the cold night air when your skin felt too tight, the burn in your throat from the flask filled with whiskey in your hand keeping you warmer than usual and helping you to avoid pulling that knife every time a twig snapped under your feet.

You knew, not that you’d ever say it out loud, that it spoke a lot about you and Steve that you willingly spent nights out here in the dark after what you'd seen, but you both needed it. Needed to feel like you were somehow keeping watch over the town, leaving the Upside Down unable to creep up on any of you again. Which is why you found a spot overlooking the darkness below, leaned against a tree and sipped from the flask, staring into the shadows and waiting for Steve to come stumbling out of the woods.

You were buzzed the next time you checked your watch, worry in your gut when you realized it was fifteen past. Reasoned with yourself that maybe he’d just left a few minutes late.

Half an hour later, you were drunk, and he still hadn’t shown. The numbers that read 9:45 were more than a little blurry. You raised your walkie to your mouth for the fifth time since 9 PM had passed, panic increasing by the minute.

“Steve? Steve, come on, where are you?” The silence stretched on and you felt the hair on your arms stand up, dulled senses and maybe a little paranoia telling you that something was wrong. “Steve! I swear to god, if you don’t answer me right now!” You rolled your eyes, Dustin’s lecture on walkie talkie etiquette echoing in your fuzzy mind before you added, “Over.”

“Y/N? Is that you? Over.”

“Mike ? Yeah, it’s me. What’re you doing on this channel? Over.”

“Nothing, it’s uh… not important.” You felt a pang of sadness, sure that he’d been trying to contact El, the guilt overwhelming at the secret you had to hide. “Steve was here though, he went somewhere with Nancy. They still aren’t home. Over.”

Your frown deepened at that, the panic fading as quickly as it had come. “Oh. Thanks for letting me know. Get some sleep, ‘kay? It’s late. Over.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, mom. Not like I can hear you slurring your words or anything, but okay. Signing off. Over and out.” You smiled despite yourself at the attitude in his voice and clipped the walkie talkie back to your belt.

At least you knew Steve was safe, and you tried to tell yourself it didn’t sting that he’d ditched you again. Even with the alcohol in your veins, it felt like a lie. He could’ve cancelled, sure, and you wouldn’t have minded, but something tells you that he totally forgot, something he’s been doing more and more lately. And yeah, that hurts.

Whatever, you thought as you eyed the flask in your hands. You resigned yourself to sitting here and getting plastered, leaned back and closed your eyes against the darkness, feeling maybe a little brave, or maybe a little reckless.

Sometime later you heard a roar in the distance, and it made your heart jump in your chest, gripping your knife on instinct. When you realized it was a car you let it go along with a deep breath and silently hoped whoever it was would leave you, your whiskey and your silent brooding, alone. You’ve never considered yourself a lucky person though.

The headlights blinded you for a moment, not able to see the make of the car as it sped up to the quarry and a blurry figure appeared. The figure stepped up to the edge of the long drop and let out a guttural scream into the darkness, one that sent goosebumps up your spine, making it clear that they thought they were alone.

Although you shouldn’t, your drunk mind didn’t care about staring in their direction, and your eyes widened when he turned his head to the side and noticed you watching him.

It was the boy from the bench. Billy. His eyes widened too and he froze. You furrowed your brows and stood, making your way over to him. You stumbled a bit and giggled, but Billy’s eyes never faltered, still wide.

“So uh, just gonna acknowledge that yes, I did see that.”

He looked away, mumbling so quiet you could barely hear him. “Yeah okay, laugh it up, asshole.” And you thought he was joking, giggled again. When his eyes met yours again though, he looked... scared? Embarrassed? You didn’t know, but the look gave you pause. He had a mark on the side of his face, red and angry, and you wondered what had put it there. The giggles died in your throat as you realized he was waiting for you to make fun of him. You were no stranger to pain, though. Had screamed just like Billy into the emptiness with Steve more times than you could count.

So, naturally, you did the only thing that you could think of to alleviate the awkward moment you’d stumbled into. You didn’t ask him about it, didn’t question it, didn’t think he’d want you to. You simply said, “Hold this.” as you passed the flask to him and stumbled a little closer to the edge of the drop. “Hey! What’re you-” Billy questioned, but before he could finish you threw your arms out wide and let out your own scream. One that started as a way to maybe make this strange, intriguing boy feel better and quickly morphed into something far more painful, ripping from your throat and full of all the fear you feel, the memories, the sadness and the pain you’ve been carrying on your shoulders.

When you turned back around breathing a bit heavy, Billy had an incredulous look on his face, and you shrugged. "Now we're even." The two of you stared at each other wide eyed a moment, his smile just barely cracking through, before you both cracked up laughing. “You are actually insane!” He said through his laughs, and you wheezed. “First I’m an asshole and now I’m insane?”

He simply nodded, smiling, and another giggle escaped your lips. You blamed it on the alcohol. “That felt like, really fucking good.” You said, grabbing your flask from his hands and taking another swig, frowning a little when you noticed it was practically empty. You’d been out here a while. You plopped down onto the ground, feet hanging over the ledge and patted the dirt next to you, urging him to sit. When he did, he looked over at you and then at the flask, a silent question, and you passed it to him so he could take the last sip.

“So, do you just hang out in lonely places for fun, or?” He asked after gulping it down and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t want any judgement from you, considering you’ve found two of my hiding spots already.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, “Fair. No judgement here. We’ve gotta stop meeting like this, though.” You can’t help but laugh, and he laughs too, before the moment dies and he glances back out into the darkness of the quarry.

“You’re not so bad, Y/N.” You look down at your shoes hanging so far above the dark water, smiling just a little when you see that his black converse match yours, and let out a self-deprecating scoff.

After a moment, you add, “You’re not so bad, yourself.”

You sit listening to the breeze a while before he pulls a pack from his pocket and offers you a cigarette. Quietly says, “I owe you one” and cups his hands for you to light it. You smoke silently side by side, just like you had on the bench until he speaks.

“I never see you at school. No juicy gossip about you floating around. You’re kind of mysterious, and if there’s one thing I love it’s a good old-fashioned mystery. So, imagine my surprise when I find you out here drunk off your ass all by yourself on a Friday night, with a knife in your pants and bruised knuckles. What’s that all about?”

Your eyes shoot over to his, and his smile is a little mischievous. It’s the most words you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth and you glance down at where your sweatshirt has ridden up a little to show the knife holster underneath, eyes widening slightly for a second before schooling your expression. When you look back up at him, he doesn’t look like he’s judging you for it, though. Doesn’t look like he’s really asking for an explanation, more so trying to see if you’ll bite at his bait. You ignore it entirely with a mischievous look of your own. “Been asking about me, Billy?”

He narrows his eyes a fraction, tongue to his teeth to hide a smile. He lays back on the ground then, feet still hanging over the edge, staring at the sky. He doesn’t answer and you don’t really expect him to. You look back at his face as he says, “You know, I really hate this town, but I’ve never seen stars like this before.”

You look up at the sky, something you privately think you should do more often, usually too busy looking into the shadows instead. You lay back next to him, shoulders brushing, and the sight of the sky above you and the millions of stars kind of take your breath away.

“When I moved here, I used to climb onto the roof and look at the sky for hours. Haven’t done it in a long time, though. I guess at some point I just. I forgot how pretty it is.”

He turns his head to look at you, another question brewing in his eyes. One that you ignore, because you can’t share the answer anyway. He must see it in your eyes, your hesitation, because he doesn’t ask and you’re grateful.

“I didn’t know you moved here. Thought you were a Hawkins native like the rest of these class A citizens.” You laugh, shaking your head, and say, “I take offense to that, you know. Nah, I moved here when I was 14. My uncle took me in, brought me to this lovely town from New York.”

“New York, huh? So you're a city gal. Why your uncle?” He questions, and you don’t know why, it’s not something you usually talk about, but you find it easier than normal when the words leave your lips.

“My mom, she uh, she passed away. Cancer. My dad was… an asshole, so Hop was all I had left.”

Billy’s whole body tenses up and you instantly regret it. You frown at your own words, know you overshared, something about this boy making you feel like you could. You think you probably made him uncomfortable, until he whispers, “Mine too. When I was 15. Car accident.” He clears his throat, but his voice still sounds sad. “And my dad… my dad’s an asshole too, sadly still around. I don’t know what a Hop is, but I don’t have any of those.”

You turn your head to him, meeting the eyes that are already looking at you. You don’t say you’re sorry because you hate when people say that shit to you, but it feels like there’s something unsaid in his baby blues. Something new there, vulnerable and surprising. A tiny peek into each other’s darkness, a new understanding that the two of you share. You open your mouth to speak when suddenly a loud noise pops the otherwise quiet bubble around the two of you and you both flinch a little.

“Y/N? Are you there? Over.” It’s Steve’s voice on your walkie, and as you reach down and pull it out of your waistband Billy looks back at the sky and says in a playfully mocking voice, “So you carry around a walkie talkie and a knife.” You shoot him a look, shrugging as you hold it to your lips.

“What do you want?” You question, and Billy raises his eyebrows at the tone of your voice.

“You’re supposed to say over.” Steve jokes, and you eye the walkie in silence. When he realizes you aren’t going to answer he says, “I’m really sorry, okay? Are you still at the quarry? I can drive over there, I just got… I got caught up and I forgot.”

You look at Billy out of the corner of your eye, noticing how he tenses a little at the idea of someone else coming out here, crashing into the silence of the night, maybe seeing him while he’s raw and vulnerable. And maybe you don’t want Steve to feel bad, or maybe you’re hurt that he forgot about you, or maybe you’re curious about the boy next to you. You’re not sure in the moment which one is the real reason, but you find yourself saying, “Nah, it’s no big deal. Mike told me you were over there tonight so I didn’t go. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Over and out.”

At that, you turn off the walkie, waiting for Billy to ask you about it, maybe judge you for the lie, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stays silent for a beat before turning to you and saying, “Over and out? Really? You sound like my 13-year-old step sister. I’m figuring you out, Y/N. You’re a closet nerd.”

You find yourself laughing at his joke, nudging him with your shoulder. Feeling something like butterflies in your chest.

It’s absolutely terrifying.

The two of you stay out there like that for a long time, trading stories about California and New York, complaining about Hawkins residents in general and comparing opinions on music. When Billy drops you off later that night, down the road a bit from where the hidden driveway to the cabin is, he seems lighter. As you unlock the door quietly and creep up the ladder to your room with a smile on your face, you realize you feel lighter too.

After changing into your sleep shirt, you flip on the little fairy lights that hang across the beams overhead, surprised they still work after going so long unused.

When you lay back and stare up at the ceiling, dozens of tiny lights glittering above you that remind you of the stars outside, you decide that you’re going to look up more often.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you

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megumisbimbo · 4 years ago

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- Four -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20 @tobi--o

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

put your records on - ritt momney

who dat boy - tyler the creator

goodbye - billie eilish

— put your records on - ritt momney —

(y/n) pov:

It was early in the morning when you were woken up by the sound of rustling. You turn and see Fushiguro frantically getting himself together.

“New mission?” You ask, voice deep and scratchy.

“It was a bit of an emergency, sorry I can’t stay today. But the rest of the sashimi is in the fridge.”

“I’ll be fine Megumi, I promise. You shouldn’t worry so much you’ll get wrinkles.” You say, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” You ask

“No not yet.”

“Then can I play with Kou?”

Megumi gives you a puzzled glare.

“Kou?..”

“Your white dog. I named it Kou! Isn’t it cute!?”

“You shouldn’t get so attached to them you know.”

“Yes yes I know. Now can I play with it?!”

Megumi smiles and summons his white dog, who he noticed has taken a special liking to you. As much as he knew it would be a bad idea for you to get so attached to his shikigami, he couldn’t help but feel all warm inside when he saw you laughing. He finished getting ready and him and his white dog make their way out the door bidding you goodbye. You stare out the window again, noticing that you tend to do that often. Well you didn’t want to sit around all day bored as hell, so you decide to watch a movie on Megumi’s television and finish the sushi from the day before.

Megumi pov:

They looked so cute playing with my divine dog, how could I say no to that face.

“Snap out of it Megumi.” Nobara says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Were you even paying attention?”

“Of course I was.” I respond, slightly irritated.

“Thinking about (y/n) again?”

“WHA- WHY- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT??” I say, startled by her question.

“I don’t know. Just a hunch I guess.”

Itadori walks outside and greets us with a smile. Reminds me of their smile...stop it Megumi you’re going insane.

Ijichi-san’s black car rolls up beside us and we step into the backseat. He drives us to the Juvenile Detention Center in West Tokyo. We step out of the car and walk towards building two.

“Our windows confirmed a curse womb approximately three hours ago. Five inmates are currently trapped inside along with the curse. Curse wombs that grow and change shape can be expected to become a curse close to that of a special grade. You are not to engage.”

I know that a curse of special grade ranking should be dealt with by a special grade sorcerer. Where is Gojo-sensei?

“Satoru is currently on a business trip.”

Of course.

A woman comes running towards us, stopped by the gate guards.

“Is Tadashi...my son. Is my son ok?!?”

I turn and see Itadori’s face turn pale. He needs to stop letting his feelings get involved.

“We cannot disclose any more information at this point.” One of the guards explains.

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki. We have to save him.” Itadori says.

“Of course.”

Ijichi-san lowers the curtain and I summon Kou.

“If it gets close, Ko-... my dog will let us know.”

“Let’s do this.”

— who dat boy - tyler the creator—

We walk into the building and are immediately caught off guard. The whole place is a maze. I turn around looking for the entrance.

“Damn. Where’s the door?”

Kugisaki and Itadori panic but I explain that Kou would be able to sniff it’s way out, since it remembered the scent of the entrance.

“You’re so reliable Fushiguro.” Itadori says with a smile, a familiar glint in his eyes.

He reacts the same way (y/n) does. They really must be close.

We walk deeper into the maze and find the work yard where the curse had first been seen. A mangled up body lay across from us. Itadori walks up to the body and pulls on the shirt he was wearing.

Tadashi Okazaki

“Is it that woman’s son?” Kugisaki asks.

“We’re bringing this body back. His face isn’t that messed up. She won’t be satisfied if we just tell her that her son is dead.” Itadori responds.

I grab onto his uniform and pull him away from the victim.

“Leave him. We have to confirm that the other two are dead.” I say, knowing exactly who this man is.

“Everytime we look back the path is different. How’re we gonna get back here?” Itadori responds.

“I said leave him. I never said we were coming back. He’s not even worth saving alive, why would I save his dead body.”

Itadori grabs onto the collar of my jacket.

“What’re you talking about?” He says, anger laced in his tone.

“This is a juvenile detention center. I read about what he did to get in here. He was driving without a license and hit a girl who was walking home from school, and that was the second infraction. I know you want to save everyone, so they can die a natural death, but who’s to say that someone you save won’t kill someone else in the future?”

Itadori looks at me with a blank stare. Anger festers within him. I can feel his energy shifting.

“THEN WHY DID YOU SAVE ME!?”

I...can’t answer that.

Kugisaki’s voice tears us away from each others stare.

“Knock it off you two! This isn’t the time or-“

Her body being sucked into a hole on the ground cuts her sentence off. We both stare blankly at the spot where she was standing.

No way.

“There’s no way...my divine dog would have-“

I turn around and see Kou’s head sticking out of the wall. Completely dead. My heart sinks. (y/n).

“Fushiguro!”

I turn towards Itadori, fear building up inside me.

“Run! We’ll find Kugisaki after we get away-“

My words are cut off by the immense amount of cursed energy I suddenly feel beside us. The special grade.

I can’t move. Neither can Itadori...I think.

Itadori suddenly swings his slaughter demon upwards in hopes of at least wounding the special grade. It proves absolutely futile when both the slaughter demon and his hand fly through the air landing a few feet away from us. I look back at Itadori and find his arm gushing with blood.

We’ve lost.

“Fushiguro. Run. Find Kugisaki. Let me know when you get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you behind!”

“Fushiguro...Please...”

My heart sinks as I see Itadori’s pleading smile. I know he’s strong, but he’ll die if I leave him with this curse.

Wait.

I nod and find my will to move. I run as fast as I can through the building desperately searching for Kugisaki, my black divine dog leading the way. I finally reach her and, using my frog shikigami, pull her away from the curse that was holding her. We both manage to escape from the building. I drop her off with Ijichi-san, and my divine dog lets out a howl, signaling our escape.

Please let him make it out.

Ijichi-san explains that he’ll take Kugisaki to a doctor, and insists that I come along with him. I refuse and opt to wait for Itadori outside the building. I ask him if he could do his best to bring a sorcerer higher than a grade one when he returns. Although it isn’t likely he will, he agrees and drives away with Kugisaki safely tucked in the backseat.

I wait for what feels like ages. Suddenly, I notice the expanded dormitory has disappeared, which means the special grade curse has died.

Now if Itadori would just come back.

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar sinister voice.

“If it’s about him, he’s not coming back.”

My whole body tenses up at the sound of that demon’s voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m in a good mood right now. Let’s talk.”

Where’s Itadori? He should have switched back by now.

“He seems to be having some trouble, but it’s only a matter of time before he’ll switch back. So I thought about what I could do in the meantime.” Sukuna says, an evil grin creeping across his face.

I watch as Sukuna buries his fist inside Itadori’s chest and rips out his heart. My eyes widen as I watch him hold Itadori’s still beating heart in his hand.

“I’m taking this brat hostage!”

He can live without the heart but...Itadori can’t. He’ll die if he switches back.

“Itadori will come back, even if his death is the result...that’s just the type of person he is.” I say, my heart racing.

“You think too highly of him. Just a while ago he was so scared while on the verge of death. He was a mess you know. Talking about (y/n) and why he’s sorry and how he’ll miss them. How pathetic.”

(y/n). Dammit.

My mind is racing as I stare at Itadori’s body, covered with tattoos and gushing red hot blood.

I’ll try and make him restore Itadori’s heart before he comes back by convincing him that he can’t win with a heartless body. I have to. But is that even possible? For someone who couldn’t even move in front of a special grade curse. Doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.

“I’m finally outside, Let’s make use of this space!”

I quickly summon Nue to fight Sukuna. Although I’m using my shikigami, I’ll fight him myself as well. I think I manage to land a blow, but it’s quickly blocked.

“Put some more curse behind your blows!” Sukuna says before punching me in the face.

I summon my Serpent and with the help of Nue, I manage to restrain Sukuna.

“Don’t give him a chance!” I yell to my shikigami, hoping that I’d be able to hold him long enough to land a critical blow.

I watch in shock as Sukuna rips my Serpent apart, freeing himself. Without a second to think, I find him grabbing onto the back of my shirt, flinging me into the air. He follows me up into the sky and hits me hard against the back of my head. I fly aimlessly through the air, but Nue scoops me into its wings and softens the blow of the landing. I turn and pet it’s head.

Nue is at its limit. I have to undo the spell before it’s destroyed. I carelessly used my shikigami and now my Serpent and Kou are both destroyed.

Sukuna lands in front of me.

“Your shikigami use shadow as a medium, don’t they?” He asks.

“So what?”

“Hmmm, you don’t get it do you?

I give him a questioning look, still disoriented from the beating I just received.

“What a waste of talent...in any case, I’m not going to heal the brat. He’s not even worth fighting for.”

“Well I save people...unfairly.”

I let out all of my curse, allowing the blue tinted energy to flow through and around me.

“You’re going to get fired up now? That’s good! Well then. Entertain me Fushiguro Megumi!!”

I begin reciting a chant usually done by shinto priests that is believed to summon the dead. Also known as “The ten sacred treasures.” My thoughts are spinning, disorienting me more.

(y/n). What would they think of me? How could I face them if I lose Itadori.

— goodbye - billie eilish —

I stop, realizing the only way to win is to pull Itadori out of his own head, no matter the cost.

“Itadori, I know you can hear me. I didn’t have any logical reason to save you and (y/n) back then. Even if it was dangerous, even if they are a liability, I couldn’t watch good people die. I had some doubts but... ultimately I made a selfish choice driven by my emotions. But that’s fine. So to answer your question...I saved you because...because I’m not a hero. I’m a sorcerer. I never regretted saving you two. Not even once.”

The tattoos on his body begin to fade, and Itadori’s face resurfaces.

“I see...You’re smart Fushiguro and I think the way you live your truth is right. But I don’t think I’m wrong either.”

Itadori’s chest gushes blood and his body becomes limp.

“Ah, it’s almost time for me... Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei...I guess I don’t have to worry about them anymore. Live a long life Fushiguro, and tell (y/n)...I...love....the-“

His body hits the ground creating a puddle of blood. Tears form in my onyx eyes.

I have to go home to (y/n)...what will I tell them. I’m sorry (y/n). I couldn’t save him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro x reader #jjk anime #jjk megumi #jjk angst #itadori yuuji #gojo satoru #nobara kugisaki #ryomen sukuna

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years ago

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Hii uhhh this is for mermay, but it's not one of the fills so please feel free to ignore this if it doesn't catch your interest!!

Idea;; within a mostly-canon setting, Duck is turned into a merperson (probably while they're trying to deal with one of the abominations, but that part's flexible) and has to deal with it while still trying to like,, function. He gets a magic disguise, but hijinks ensue.

Here you go! I attached this to "Summer rain" and another mermay prompt. It's SFW

The last time he went flying through the air and into the water while fighting an abomination, he almost died. So he’s none too pleased when he surfaces from being chucked in Lake Brahe.

“What the fuck Indrid?!”

“I’m so sorry” Mothman flaps above him, both sets of hands tapping together anxiously, “I promise this is for the best but I’ll admit the exact process might have been overkill.”

“You fuckin’ think??” Duck kicks towards shore, grabbing his hat as it tries to float away, “the others are still back there with that thing. And I fuckin hate bein’ chucked into things without warnin.”

“I don’t think there are people who do enjoy such things.” Indrid alights on the shore Duck is swimming towards.

“Well then don’t fuckin do them.”

“It is for your own good, Duck Newton.”

“Yeah, heard that one before.” He hits shallow water, wades to shore trying to shake his hat dry, “now c’mon, fly me back so we can-”

His legs crumple, sending him face first into the lake. Crawling is no good, his whole body contorting and shaking, his throat and lungs burning. He claws at the pebbles and sand, coming away with fistfuls, grabbing for something, anything, to pull him from the water, as if reaching shore will free him from the pain wracking his body.

The world is coming in photo negative now, flashes of color that don’t make sense, the crack of his bones filling his ears. He might he crying, the pain is too deep to tell what else he’s feeling or doing.

“Help” he rasps into the night air.

Human hands cup his face, guide his aching head down across bony legs, “It will not last much longer.”

“Am” he gasps, feels the Sylph turn their bodies for some unknown purpose, breathing easier after he does, “am I gonna die.”

“No. And before you ask, your powers would not have done much for you if you still had them.”

“Fuck” he whimpers.

“Agreed.” Indrid strokes his hair, “five more seconds. Four, three, two, one.”

Duck passes out before Indrid can say anything else. He’s roused by the footfalls of combat boots and wingtips down the beach.

“Duck, Indrid-OH HOLY SHIT!”

“He’s not-”

“No, Ned, he is very much alive. Had I not moved him when I did, he would have suffocated before you could get him to any water.”

“Thank god.” Ned must be by his head.

“Aubrey, can, can you, it hurts-”

“Ummmmm” His friend sounds like she’s trying to come up with a comforting explanation, “which part of your tail hurts?”

Duck sits bolt upright, then falls back into Indrid’s arms, staring at the deep green and silver tail where his legs should be.

“Well….fuck.”

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“How are you doing?” Indrid, red glasses glinting and pink and yellow sweater hanging off his tall frame, perches on a rock.

“Great. I’m a regular, breakable dipshit who turned into a fuckin merman without warnin, I had to have Barclay call work and tell ‘em I got a flu so they won’t fire me for disppearin, anything my friends bring me to eat gets soggy, and I ain’t seen my cat in three days.”

“So...not good then?”

Duck raises an eyebrow. Indrid smiles, not his usual confident, casual one. He looks unsure, which is in and of itself kind of unnerving.

“No, Indrid. Not good at all.”

“Ah. Apologies, I sometimes have trouble parsing certain tones.”

Duck swims closer, “Sorry.”

“It’s quite alright. You have every reason to be angry and upset. Even with me.”

“Pretty sure you didn’t curse me.”

“No. But had I moved faster, gotten to you all sooner, you would not have been in it’s path at all.”

It’s so matter of fact. The same way Indrid talks about anything troubling.

“Certainly my most newsworthy failure”

“Had you not arrived at the cottonwood, it would have been rather bad for me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the eye. It hurt, but I have felt far worse.”

“And I have yet more bad news; while I can make a charm that will allow you to be in your human form for up to six hours at a time, the properties of that abomination mean eventually you’ll have to return to water.”

There’s a flicker in the smile, so swift Duck wonders if it’s only because his eyes are no longer human, slit pupiled instead of round, that he sees it at all. Or if it’s because this is the first time they haven’t been surrounded by heat, noise, or danger.

“Indrid, you know I don’t blame you, right?”

“Of course, Duck. I was merely being thorough in my apology.” Now it’s his normal, wide smile, but too tight across his teeth.

“He was before my time.” Vincent grins as he sets the DVDs on a well-dusted shelf, “though if Woodbridge is anything like he is now, I doubt they got along. The other ministers say he was...determined when he left. Like he could conquer any challenge earth presented during his quest."

Indrid’s glasses slip down his nose and he pushes them up before Duck gets even a glance at his eyes, “Now, where did I put that pin…” He pats his pockets, freezes when Duck manages to set a hand on his shin.

“Indrid, I mean it. Didn’t blame you then, don’t blame you now. Hell, from the sound of it you saved my ass, big time. So, uh, what I’m tryin to say is thanks. For lookin out for me.”

He squeezes in what he hopes is a friendly fashion. Indrid chirps, once, face losing all trace of eeriness. Then he schools it back to normal.

“You’re welcome. Punching aside, I’m quite fond of you. I’m going to use this for your charm, if that’s alright.” A souvenir pin from the Monongahela's tenth anniversary sits between slender fingers.

“Holy shit, I been lookin for that for ages. I, uh, I try to-”

“Collect them, yes. I saw that in a conversation between you and Juno. I was going to give this to you anyway, goodness knows it took awhile to find it in the trailer, but now it can serve a greater purpose.” With that, he pulls a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Duck’s image unfolds before them, Indrid smoothing it out and setting it on the rock as he begins working. Duck watches with interest, notices the process is much slower than it was when Indrid disguised Billy.

“Am I harder to get right than Ryan Gosling?”

“Yes. Well, not technically, no, but with Billy I just needed him to look human. I need you to look like, well, you. Such a fine specimen requires the utmost care.”

Duck’s about to toss back his usual line he gives to guys who compliment him, then realizes flirting with the Mothman might be weird, or that Indrid may not have meant it as anything more than some clinical, Sylph observation of humans. He tries to distract himself by swimming, but his tail still won’t do what he wants much of the time.

“You’ll have greater success on your back.” Indrid says without looking up.

He’s right, and Duck manages to swim without difficulty, tail shimmering in the sunset. The one time he glances at his friend, Indrid is staring at swaying and rippling in the water.

When the Sylph finally calls that he’s done, Duck speeds to the rock, let’s Indrid pin the charm to the collar of his undershirt that he keeps wearing because he’s still a human, dammit, just one with an inconvenient tail and he’s not gonna start skinny-dipping in a national forest. Again.

Duck flails when legs replace his tail, Indrid’s hand grabbing his a moment before he needs it to and helping him onto dry land.

“Satisfactory?”

“It’s fuckin perfect!”

“Wonderful!” Indrid claps his hands together, “what would you like to do? I may need to escort you for the first day, to be certain there’s no flaw in the charm.”

Duck studies the pink light tracing the angles of Indrid’s face, “Wanna meet my cat? She looks like a bobcat that lost a bar fight, but she’s sweet as can be.”

Indrid’s grin turns genuine for the first time all day, “I would like nothing better.”

The mothman becomes a staple of his life after that. With the charm, he’s able to help the Pine Guard track and slay the abomination, go to work, look after his house, and generally convince anyone not in the know that he’s totally fine. But he has to return to the lake every day, spends his mornings and nights there, even his lunch breaks when he knows he needs to give the charm a break then. It’s far enough away that he’s in no danger of being seen by civilians, but at least once Indrid had to fly him to it before they ran out of time (and Aubrey had to teleport them there, which made him nauseous).

Indrid keeps him company, sometimes with the others and sometimes on his own. He finds waterproof cards and games, listens to Duck talk about work and tells him about his travels. At first he worries Indrid is only doing it out of guilt, but as the weeks go by he comes to see that Indrid likes him. He laughs at his jokes, gives him as close to his full attention as he can, even scratches his scales with his mothed-out claws when they start driving Duck crazy with itchiness.

His friend always goes home to sleep, which is why, as Duck is drifting on his back, half snoozing and half star-gazing, the red eyes high in a tree come as a surprise. He’s on the other end of the lake, doesn’t seem to see Duck as he spreads his wings and flaps into the air. Then he nosedives, pulling up before he hits the water and then skimming across it in broad strokes. He shoots upward, spins, and then repeats the routine.

Duck’s seen him fly during fights and to escape the Cottonwood. Never like this, never so free and graceful. It’s such a joyful sight, makes Duck wish he had wings of his own so he could join him, dance across the stars and their reflections.

He swims towards Indrid, begins mirroring him on a whim, twisting, diving, and leaping as best he can in time with the cryptids flight. Pushes his tail to carry him faster, farther, all for the sake of keeping pace with the beautiful monster in the sky.

Surfacing after a particularly giant splash, a voice lilts down from the sky.

“Race you to the other side.”

Duck loses, but only just, cackles when Indrid buzzes him so closely he can feel the tickle of his feathers. When the mothman finally lands Duck swims to him, scooting up on land so he can watch Indrid fluff and clean his feathers.

“I come to this lake to practice flying without fear of being seen. I assumed you were asleep but, ah” his antenna twitch, “I’m glad you weren’t.”

Duck stretches, moans happily when Indrid gently glides his claws up his tail, “Me too.”

“Same time tomorrow night?” Soft hope flutters between them.

“Yeah.” He grins up at the cryptid, “bring your A-game, I’m gonna carb load tomorrow mornin so I can kick your butt.”

“I look forward to it.”

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It’s been a month and a half since he transformed, which puts them smack in summer thunderstorm season. Duck’s used to it, though he’s more than a little nervous about what will happen if lightning hits the lake. Luckily, tonight it’s just soft summer rain instead of electricity and drops the size of robin eggs.

Indrid isn’t faring as well. The rain droops his antenna, compresses his fluff until Duck can see he’s still a twig under all those feathers. He shivers, chirrs in discomfort and shakes off his wings, but stays put on his favorite rock.

“There a reason you ain’t just turnin human? Could put on a raincoat that way.”

“I” Indrid sneezes, “I want you to feel comfortable. It can be so unpleasant, feeling like the only non-human in a place.”

Duck swims to the rock, flicking his tail up and down as he float, “You’re always changin form to make me comfortable.”

“Yes. Because I want you to not be unnerved by me.”

“But what about what you want?”

A feathery shrug, “That doesn’t matter.”

“Drid-”

Red eyes glare at him, “I am well aware of how I look, Duck. What people think of me. Would you have spent even a fraction of the time you have with me if your transformation had not forced it?”

“Y-fu-uh-I mean not no?” He sinks into the water as resignation becomes visible on Indrid’s inhuman features.

“I’m glad for our friendship, Duck. And I don’t doubt that you’re fond of me now. But please don’t pretend I was your first choice for company.”

“I mean...you weren’t. But that’s because we barely knew each other, hell, you only got back to town three months ago.” Duck takes the hand nearest him, “if this happened to me now? You might be the first person I’d want lookin out for me.”

Indrid chirrs, dips his head down to rub his cheek against Duck’s hand. Suddenly he wants nothing as badly as he wants to get Indrid warm and dry so he can run his fingers through every inch of those feathers.

“May I turn human?’

“Of course. Means you can come swimmin with me.”

Indrid, now in a tank top and yoga pants, cocks his head, “Why?”

“It’ll be fun?”

“My kind are not the strongest of swimmers.”

“Good thing I got a tail and gills, then. Besides, you’ll stop feelin as sticky from the humidity if you’re in the water.”

Indrid pulls off his shirt and pants, revealing duck-patterned boxers, and cautiously wades into the lake.

“Ooohhhh, that is so much better” his sighs, too blissed-out to notice the sudden drop, and only just manages to grab his glasses before going under. Duck zips forward, hoisting him easily into an embrace as he splutters.

“Blechhh, I despise the taste of lake water.” He clings to Duck, skinny legs teasingly tense around his tail.

Duck rubs his tail up and down his inner legs soothingly, “you, uh, want somethin to get rid of the taste?”

“Please.” Indrid smirks, clearly expecting a goof. When Duck tips his glasses up his forehead, he goes stone still.

“Can I kiss you?”

“This was not in any of the timelines.”

“Just came to me now. And that ain’t an answer.”

Indrid nods, tips his face forward to bring their lips together. Duck sighs, floats lazily backwards as Indrid slips his tongue between his lips. When they part, there are more stars in his eyes than in the whole milky way.

“Do you want some good news?” Indrid nuzzles his neck with an adorable trill.

“Lay it on me.”

“The futures just shifted; Aubrey and Janelle will have a cure for your condition tomorrow.”

“Hell yeah.” Duck flips them upright, Indrid “eeping” and holding tighter, “can’t wait to stop worryin’ about whether I’m gonna start suffocatin on land. And, uh” he nips Indrid’s lower lip, forgetting about his sharpened teeth until the Sylph lets out a little moan, “if you ain’t busy tomorrow night, like to take you on a date.”

Indrid beams, “I’d like that so very much. Though I will admit, I’m going to miss how this looks on you.” He squeezes his thighs around Duck’s tail.

“You can always whip me up one if we wanna, uh, relive the fun parts of this experience.”

“True. And with that in mind, my sweet; how do you feel about wings?”

#indruck #indrid cold/Duck Newton #taz amnesty #mermay #mermay fills

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years ago

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From attack mode to baby mode final

with his diaper bag packed and Leo dressed and ready to go, Baby Yusei was helped into a large stroller by his 'big bro and sis' though he fussed and whined a little as he tried to get comfy in the dark blue thing.

Oh, it was big enough that he barely had to bend his legs to fit in and everything and it was padded so it felt like he was on a pillow but still, some small part of him felt like he should be WALKING.

Luna had gotten his diaper bag and some toys packed away in the under carriage and it was Leo who was shaking a rattle in Yusei's face trying to calm him down.

"shhh it's ok little guy! Look I know you wanna walk to the park like a big kid, but you ALSO know you're just gonna get tired and wanna be carried. you can run around LOTS once we get to the park ok?" Leo tried.

Sucking on his paci and squirming in his thick diapers and pretty outfit, Yusei sighed and stopped his fusing but reached out with his hand, opening and closing it.

the universal gesture of 'gimme' among babies and toddlers (and some adults)

Leo smirked and pulled the rattle back towards himself for a Second as Luna stood up and Yusei whimpered and whined, reaching with both hands now.

He didn't really get why he wanted the damn thing SO much but he could feel the tears building up as he stained for it.

"Leo! Stop teasing him and give him the rattle or you'll be joining him in the stroller!" Luna scolded, hands on her hips.

with how fast he tossed the rattle into the stroller for Yusei to play with it, you'd of sworn the thing had become super hot to the touch, but Yusei just giggled and grabbed it, shaking it lots and sucking on his paci.

The walk to the park wasn't all that long, but somehow they seemed to past half the people they knew on the way. Each and every time they were stopped Yusei was sure he was about to be laughed at, or get asked what the hell he was doing but everyone just treated him like he'd always been a little sissy baby.

'Huh, some sorta..re-writiing of history? a illusion of sorts? who's got the power to pull off something like this?" Yusei wondered, going deep in thought even as he kept shaking the rattle.

So deep in thought was he he didn't realize that Crow had been looking down at him till the orange haired duelist reached in and light brushed his fingers on Yusei's nose, then put his thumb between two fingers.

"Got your nose!" Crow teased and Yusei giggled at that and reached up with a free hand, trying to get it back.

Crow teased him for about 10 seconds before relenting and Yusei just let his instincts in this time line or whatever was going on take over. To that end once he got a hand on crow's, he dropped the rattle and put his other hand on Crows and made a snatching motion then put both his hands onto his face and giggled as he removed them, implying he'd put his nose back.

"Oh my, such a clever baby! I know when I'm Licked." Crow chuckled and ruffled Yusei's hair. "You guys have fun but don't stay out too long, it's gonna be a scorcher today and you don't want the baby getting a sun burn."

Advise given, the duelist walked off and the trio finally made they're way into the park, heading right for the playground equipment.

Well almost right for, Luna took them to a park bench first and started to get some things unloaded while Leo amusingly started to jog in place.

"Can I go play now? Can I go play now? Can I go play now?" He kept asking.

"remind me again which one of us is technically older?" Luna asked, rolling her eyes. "and if you'd help me get some toys out and get Yusei set up in the sand box, you can go and hit the swings."

"Finnnne." Leo said and then grabbed the bucket that Luna offered and stuffed it with a toy shovel and rake and then dashed over to the sandbox to plant it for Yusei, and called over from the sand box.

"NOW can I go play?"

"I hope your not as hyper as him when you get to be his age Yusei." Luna said softly, smirking and undoing the straps of the Stroller and helping Yusei out even as he frowned a little.

'Huh? when i get to be his age? I'm older then he is!..aren't I?' Yusei wondered mentally.

He would of put more focus on that thought but as he was set on the the ground on all fours his body surprised him by taking off crawling at a fair speed heading for the sand box.

Luna kept up, though she was also clearly keeping one eye back on the stroller and then as they got to the sand box she stayed out to watch as Yusei climbed in and found the feeling of the sand between his fingers to rather interesting and kept grabbing big handful's of it and coo'ing, letting the paci fall from his mouth.

"Now remember Yusei, the sands for playing in, not for eating." Luna coo'ed.

"and try and leave some in the sandbox this time." Leo joked then gave Luna a pleading look and went to open his mouth,.

"Yes Leo, you can go and play now. but don't wander off anywhere by yourself. I don't wanna have to go looking for you again." Luna said, then raised a eyebrow and that caught Yusei's attention, and he noticed how Leo was hopping around.

"But first go and use the bathroom." Luna giggled.

"I don't have to!" Leo huffed, blushing.

"Leo, if you wet your trainers, you'll have to wear one of Yusei's diapers. do you want that?" Luna asked.

"..I'm gonna go and use the bathroom, but only cuz -I- wanna!" Leo huffed and then took off for the public restroom.

"Boys, am I rite?" Luna asked and smirked, leaning down and ruffling Yusei's hair.

He would of complained or pointed out he was a boy, but between his sissy outfit and the urge to make a sand castle the argument was gone from his mind in seconds.

The sand box didn't have anyone in it making Yusei king (or was that queen?) of the sand box for about the first 20 minutes he was playing in it.

he was amazed to find how fun it was to just dig his hands into the sand and pretend it was a sand monster but after a few minutes of that, it was time to get to work.

Any self respecting Queen of the sand box after all had to have his own castle, that was just common sense and spending 15 or so seconds planing it out, he took hold of the pail and shovel Luna had give him and got to work.

His Castle would be composed of grand towers where lots of guards could be stationed to protect their loving queen, and have a moat around it to trap the stinky heads from the evil fart nation. as such he picture a white stone castle with pink tiled roofs and a massive moat filled with hungry gators that loved to eat pants and undies but never people (he wasn't a monster after all) and would send the soldiers of the fart nation running home clutching they're butts and crying for mommy.

In practice however, it was bucket shaped mounts of sand already crumbling, with some twigs stuck in them for where the flags would be and the moat was drawn in the sand with his finger, him crawling and wiggling his padded behind as he went all around the castle.

turning around Yusei went to call out to Luna to come and see his amazing castle when a mean voice behind him caught his attention.

"Nice sand castle loser. looks more like a pile of dog crap!"

whirling around Yusei saw a 5-6 year old chubby boy with a blond crew cut and wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt that read 'fuck the rules' on the front of it. Despite mentally knowing he was older and should be bigger and stronger then this little twat monkey, Yusei felt himself trembling in fear.

"L-Leave me alone or I'll call my big sis and brother over!" Yusei stammered out.

"Awww is the widdle pamper packer gonna cry boo hoo hoo and whine for help?" The bully mocked, and rubbing his fists under his eyes mockingly.

Behind him not too fair off was a 12-13 year old in a similar outfit, only with a jean jacket and sporting a kool-aid dyed green Mohawk. figuring it was the bullies big brother, the older boy was smirking and nodding his approval at his little brothers behavior, clearly proud.

'Great.normally I'd handle bullies like this with ease and instead I'm seconds away from wetting myself in terror.' Yusei thought then felt a warm gush in the front of his diapers. 'Never mind..'

"Ha! I heard that! Did the big dumb baby piss his pampers?" the brat said, sticking out his tongue and tugging down on a eyelid with one hand and flipping baby Yusei off with the other. "Here, this will really make you sob and fudge your huggies!" He said and then before baby Yusei could react, he raised a foot and stomped down on the sand castle, making quick work of it.

"N-No STOP!! I-I worked weally h-hard on..L-LUNA! L-LEO!" Yusei cried out, starting to wail.

He wasn't sure what they had been doing but within seconds they were at his side, with Luna kneeling down and trying to comfort Yusei and letting him blubber on her shoulder while Leo clenched a fist and got in the bullies face.

"What's wrong with you? Picking on a little kid?! I got half a mind to give you a taste of your own medicine!" He growled.

"go ahead, try it.. OH Maxxxxx!" The little bully called, and the punk from before strolled over.

"There a problem here billy?" the boy asked, smirking and making sure his much more developed then normal for his age muscles showed.

"This green haired little snot is threatening to kick me butt!" Billy said with a smirk."Can you kick his instead?"

"Sure thing little dude." Max said and went to go and deliver a punch to Leo's face, making Leo flinch and turn away, but he never should of worried, the punch was caught by Luna, who looked totally pissed.

"You know..I hate fighting..I would prefer to settle things with a duel." She said, and twisted and squeezed on the fist in her hand, making Max drop to a knee even as he tried with no success to pry her hand off of him.

Billy yelped and then went to attack Luna but Leo stuck out a arm and the soon to be ex bully clothesline himself, doing a 360 before landing face first in the sand, eyes rolling in his head.

"Billy!"Max cried out.

"Is not your concern right now. your little brother made our little baby sissy cry. then you went to attack my twin brother...as I was saying, just because I don't LIKE to fight, doesn't mean I won't. I'm giving you ONE chance to say sorry, and take Billy and leave, Or I'll show you the true meaning of pain." Luna said, eyes burning.

Yusei sniffled and watched in amazement at the sight in front of him, and felt his bowels giving away, filling up the back of his diaper..

'remind me never to piss big sister off!' he thought and stuck a thumb in his mouth, only to pull it out and make a face because the sand on it.

"I..I..I'm sorry." Max was whimpering. "Please just let me go!"

Luna went from a living nightmare to smiling sweetly and let go of Max's fist, and leaning down.

"I hope next time we see you on the playground we can all play ni-" She was saying when Max went for a sucker punch.

Luna blocked it with one arm and punched him across the chin, sending max into a heap next to his brother.

"heh.. gonna call them the candlelight brothers." Leo chuckled, going over and checking on Yusei.

"Hmmm?" Luna asked, turning around and joining him.

"one blow and their out."

"heh, nice. Though I think we better call it a day.. I think we're attracting a bit too much attention." Luna said, looking around at all the stares they were getting. "Besides it smells like somebody made a super stinky diaper!"

Luna added, leaning down and tickling Yusei who giggled and gurgled despite the hot smelly load in his pampers.

Getting back home Luna got Yusei changed into a fresh diaper while Leo when and started the landry, and once the baby was all nice and clean she just had him in a light pink top with purple text that read 'little stinker' in cursive.

"I'm sorry you fun at the park today got ruined little one." Luna was saying, getting Yusei's attention as he seemed to drift out of it for a second.

he couldn't be sure but it seemed like everything in the house was just a bit bigger then it had been before they had left.

'But that's impossible..I'm not shrinking..then again I've woken up to a world where I'm a sissy baby and Luna's a freaking super sayian sooo I guess nothing really is impossible at this point.' Yusei thought.

"It's s'ok Big sis, not your fault people are big stinky farts." Yusei coo'ed, making Luna giggle.

"well put little one. Well I suppose we could watch some cartoons. " Luna said, giving Yusei a hug.

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scotianostra · 4 years ago

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Happy 51st Birthday Gerard James Butler born 13 November 1969 in Paisley.

When he was 6 months old, his family relocated to Montreal, Canada, where his father tried a few business ventures but ultimately failed. A year and a half later, his parents divorced, and his mother moved Gerard and his two older siblings back to her hometown of Paisley.

After the move, Butler was raised by his mother, with no further contact with his father until he was 16 years old. (Gerard and his later father reconciled, and remained close until his father died of cancer when Butler was in his early 20s.) During his childhood, Butler was enthralled with movies and acting, and his mother took him to several auditions. He joined the Scottish Youth Theatre and in one of his first roles played a street urchin in its production of Oliver!, a role I have played myself, in a school production I was in Fagin's gang, but alas fame was not to come my way as it did for Gerard

Despite his love for theater and film, Butler was anxious to please his family and believed that acting was not a realistic career choice for him. "I was a 16-year-old kid on the other side of the world from where they made movies," he later said. "Scottish actors never really got play. There was Sean Connery, and that was it." Though he claims he is "not the most academic of guys," Butler graduated near the top of his high school class and enrolled in the University of Glasgow, where he studied to become a lawyer and solicitor.

During his time in university, Butler was also the president of the law society and graduated with honours. Like many other new graduates, Butler decided to take a year off to travel abroad, and his ventures soon landed him in Venice, California, where he indulged in the high life: "This is when things started to go a little crazy," he later said. "Something very compulsive and dark and lusty and pleasurable but damaging took over. It was suddenly knowing I could go out and have a life of traveling, craziness, adventure, partying, women, and all the other things that go with that—including a sense of abandonment."

After California, Butler returned to Scotland to begin a two-year traineeship at one of Edinburgh's top law firms,(while there he shared a flat with my pal Peter)but soon found that he despised the job more and more, and he started slacking off and letting his depression show. A week before he was due to finish his traineeship, he went to the Edinburgh Film Festival and saw a stage production of Trainspotting, an experience that crystallized his disappointment with the law and his yearning to be an actor: "The guy playing the lead role was phenomenal. It was such an incredible atmosphere. And I'm dying inside. This is the life I wanted to live. I can do this. I know I can do this. But it's past now. It's gone. I'm 25. I missed that opportunity. A week later, they fired me."

Humiliated but determined to finally pursue his dream of acting, Butler moved to London, England, the next day and worked odd jobs while trying to get his career off the ground. While working as a casting assistant for the play Coriolanus, he ran into the play's director, Steven Berkoff, in a coffee shop and begged for a chance to read for the lead role. He says of the experience: "I gave it everything. Afterward, the casting director came up to me almost in tears. She said, 'You're the best he saw in two days!' Walking home was probably the happiest moment of my life, when there's an energy in you that can't be put down. I'd gone from handing out pages to getting the lead role." After a successful run in Coriolanus, Butler landed the lead in the exact same stage rendition of Trainspotting that had inspired him to try acting again, and he was really on his way as an actor.

Making the transition from the stage to the screen, in 1997 Butler starred with Judi Dench and Billy Connolly in Mrs. Brown and also scored a small part in the James Bond film Tomorrow Never Dies. During the film's shooting, he was picnicking with his mother near a river and heard screaming from a boy who was in trouble. He immediately dove into the river and saved the youth from drowning, winning a Certificate of Bravery from the Royal Humane Society as an example of his courage and caring.

After acting in a series of largely forgettable films, in 2003, Butler finally got his break with the role of the Phantom in Joel Schumacher's on-screen adaptation of the Broadway musical Phantom of the Opera. It was a demanding role that required the actor to sing most of his lines. Even though Butler had been the lead singer of a rock band during his time in law school, he was incredibly nervous about auditioning for the part: "I'd had maybe four singing lessons when I went to sing 'Music of the Night' for Andrew Lloyd Webber, which was perhaps the most nerve-wracking experience I ever went through. But I got the role.

Some people thought I did a great job, but others thought it was sacrilegious." Though Phantom did not hit blockbuster gold, it got Butler recognized in Hollywood, and four years later he landed the lead role, as King Leonidas, in 300, the testosterone-infused historical epic about a small legion of Spartan soldiers defeating the enormous Persian army. To look believable as a warrior king, Butler trained every day for four months in the most intense workout regimen of his life, giving him an incredible physique in time for the shoot: "You know that every bead of sweat falling off your head, every weight you've pumped—the history of that is all in your eyes," he said. "That was a great thing, to put on that cape and put on that helmet, and not have to think ...'I should have trained more.' Instead, I was standing there feeling like a lion."

Butler's role in 300 was a huge boost to his career profile. Since appearing in 300, the actor has starred in several romantic comedies such as P.S. I Love You with Hilary Swank and The Ugly Truth with Katherine Heigl, along with appearing on many "world's hottest men" lists. And his career isn't showing any signs of slowing down.

Despite all of his success, Gerard Butler still retains the breezy attitude of a guy who rolls with the punches and has a down-to-earth sense of humour. Looking back, he is still slightly stunned at the twists his life has taken and reflects on what could have been: "I wasn't going to be an actor. I was going to be a lawyer ... There was something else at work, something I didn't have control of. If I hadn't [messed] up that job, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. I might be a very mediocre lawyer in some small town in the middle of Scotland."

I half expected a tweet on last nights Football from Gerard, but he has been quiet since the beginning of the month when he tweeted.

Devastated to hear that we lost one of the true greats today. He was such an enormous inspiration to me, and a big part of the reason I’m even here. He gave a little Scottish boy inspiration and hope that there was a place for us in this business.

On the movie front, Butler fans who like his "...has Fallen" films, will be pleased to know that Mike Banning will be back with a fourth instalment Mike Banning called Night Has Fallen, no more details about that as yet, but if it attracts stars like Nick Nolte and Morgan Freeman, who co-starred in Angel has Fallen, it is sure to be another hit.

#Scotland #scottish #actor #birthday

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years ago

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S.T. REWRITE - S2:E9; Chapter Nine, The Gate - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

The survivors turn up the heat on the monstrous force that's holding Will hostage, and Y/n's powers are put to the ultimate test in the process. Eleven makes plans to finish what she started.

A/n: You might be noticing a lot less 1st person pov, I'm slowing inching away from that since 1st person isn't a strength of mine. I most likely will phase that out altogether, idk, let me know?

Trigger Warnings: Violent racism. Allusions to domestic violence. If you would like/need to skip, I will be putting the usual markers [●●●] before and after. Both of these warnings will fall under the marker. Safe reading, my loves! I care about you all so deeply, and I want you guys to have my stories as an escape so I'm really hating myself that this scene is coming out during all this. Not that it was ever not going on before cuz we all know that's bullshit, but with it all being so amplified right now. Again, I love you all and if you ever need anything 💕💕💕💞💞💞 edit: also brief mention of needles

||3rd Person POV||

Billy Hargrove's car skids to a halt in front of the Byers house, the four tires send gravel up flying. The headlights dim out with a sharp click as he puts the car to sleep, and the rusty car door squeaks as he opens it. He takes the dying cigarette out from between his smirking lips when he sees who is waiting for him on the porch.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you Harrington?"

Steve sighs, tiredly. "Yeah, it's me. Don't cream your pants."

A cocky smirk overtook Billy's face and he shed his coat out of intimidation. Steve stepped off the porch and the two boys walked across the yard until they were directly across from one another.

"Whatya doing here, amigo?" Billy asks.

Steve cocked his head to the side, his arms coming to cross over his chest. "I could ask you the same thing... Amigo."

The cigarette hung loosely from Billy's lips once more, and for a small but lingering moment, he observed Steve trying to get a read on him.

"I'm looking for my step sister. Little birdie told me she was here."

Steve was quick to dawn a mask of surprise. "Huh, that's weird I don't know her."

Billy's face was slowly but surely molding into a wild glare, his brows already knitted together in agitation. He begins gesturing, vaguely.

"Small, redhead. Bit of a bitch."

A lick of anger flickered over Steve but for the kids' sake, he didn't let it show. He merely shrugged in a bored manner.

"Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy."

Billy shook his head as he glowered at the ground, a twinge of disgust twisted up in his face. He took the cigarette into his hands, and he looks at it for only a second and smacks his lips.

A deep sigh resonates from within his chest, and he steps forward waving a shaky hand in the air.

"You know... I don't know, this...?" He falters, trying to find the appropriate word. "This whole situation, Harrington, I don't know. It's giving me heebie-jeebies."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs and the feeling fuels his rage.

"My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day," his cold green eyes were now wide and dilated. Beady almost as he looked at Steve, no longer attempting to hide his fury. "And then I find her with you. In a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it."

His voice is shockingly calm, but lower than usual. A disgusted and hardened scowl contorts his face, and it doesn't ever seem to move. Steve laughs, hoping it doesn't sound as nervous as he is beginning to feel. Luckily, he recovers quickly.

"Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what?"

The smoke leaves Billy's lungs in a joyous cackle, his tongue flicks across his top set of teeth in excitement and there is a wild and unhinged look in his eyes. Steve didn't know it yet, but he had just said the magic words. He had just pushed the wrong button.

"I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said." Steve finished, watching unsettled as Billy continued to lick his lips excitedly. "She's not here."

Steve felt his confidence rising considerably. Up until Billy inched closer, he then rose up his cigarette, pointing it over his shoulder towards the house.

"Then who is that?"

Steve looks over his shoulder to find four heads crammed together against the window, watching.

Inside, Max, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike threw themselves down against the couch as fast as they could.

"Shit!" Cried Dustin, he looks between his friends hopefully. "Did he see us?"

"Oh, shit," Steve mumbles, turning back. "listen--"

Steve was on the concrete in seconds, Billy stalking forward to tower over him.

"I told you to plant your feet." He spits.

His right leg rears up and in one swift motion, his boot collides with Steve's abdomen, knocking the breath out of him.

The front door slams against the wall, shaking the frame and the four cowering bodies standing across the room.

[●●●]

His eyes narrow upon seeing Lucas among the bunch. Eerily enough, despite his bigoted fury, his face is completely devoid of emotion.

"Well, well, well," he seethes, one long arm throwing the door slammed behind him. "Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise."

He marches forward, and every thud of his boot's rubber soles against the linoleum is like a boom in his ears. He is already backing away, Max the only one brave enough to stay by his side. Billy's attention is redirected to her.

"I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max?"

"Billy, go away."

Her voice is shaking but she holds her ground. His voice lowers to a terrifying and threatening volume as he spits at her coldly.

"You disobeyed me," he says, in almost a sad and disappointed tone. "You know what happens when you disobey me."

"Billy--"

"I break things,"

The second the words left his tongue, he whirls on Lucas picking him up by the scruff of his jacket and carries him all the way to the kitchen wall. He cries out, fighting against the iron grip, but it does little help. Terrified screams of protest erupted from the other three kids, but he doesn't listen.

"Get off of me, you--!"

Billy shoves Lucas farther into the shelf to enunciate his point and he leans in closer, teeth gritted.

"If Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will," Lucas doesn't give up fighting, his legs and arms still struggle for freedom but what little confidence he had waned as Billy leaned in closer. "Stay away from her."

Lucas feels himself being pulled forward before being thrown back into the shelf again and he grimaces in pain.

"STAY," his head begins to tremor, his rage overcoming his body. "away from her. Do you hear me?"

His heart slamming against his ribcage as he stares at Billy and his furious scowl, Lucas takes several shallow breaths and grits his teeth right back. "I said get off of me!"

Lucas's knee flies up and connects with Billy's groin, and the young Hargrove stumbles back with a tremendous groan. He's doubled over, hands gripping his legs and squeezing in pain till his skin goes completely white. Slowly his head rises revealing his now purple face, it's decorated with several thick blue veins on his forehead. His groans of pain evolved into furious growls, and his beady eyes are locked on Lucas.

"You are SO dead, Sinclair!" He roared. "You're dead."

[●●●]

A hand landed on Billy's shoulder, ripping him around on his heel to find Steve with disgust written all over his face.

"No," he spits, cocking one arm back. "You are!"

Steve's fist collided with Billy's nose, sending the other teenager back several paces once again doubling over. He watched as Billy straightened up, an odious and maniacal cackle erupting from his throat as he wore a wicked grin. Blood began to pour from his nose, and he licked his lips excitedly. Behind them, Lucas had scurried away and into the waiting arms of his friends who all took him into a protective group hug.

"Looks like you got some fire in ya after all, huh?" Belted Billy joyously. He stalks closer towards Steve, his voice lowering with every word. "I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody's been telling me so much about."

Steve reaches out and places his two forefingers on Billy's chest, lightly pushing him away. "Get out."

Billy stills as if contemplating his next move but by the time Steve can even blink, Billy has already made it. His fist swings through the air, nearly hitting the side of his head if he hadn't ducked fast enough. As he comes back up, Steve uses the momentum to swing his own fist into Billy's head and it knocks him into the table.

Dustin and the other begin to jump for joy. "Yes! Kick his ass, Steve!"

Billy rises again, more blood covering his lip and another cackle bubbling up but Steve doesn't wait for it to coms out this time. He throws another punch, and it lands squarely in Billy's jaw and he tumbles further into the kitchen counter. He just laughs more, blood now pouring from his mouth and staining his lips and teeth.

Another punch.

His lower back collides with the rim of the kitchen sink, and everything on the counters nearby begins to shake. His head is rolled back in laughter, and the kids encouraging cries are enough to distract Steve from the fact that Billy's right hand is reaching for a plate.

It breaks over his skull and he stumbles back covering his eyes and clutching his scalp. The kids' cries never stop, but they do turn worried as they scream for him to get up, and various 'looks out's were thrown his way. Billy was already on the move, and his shoulder reared back, his hand balled up into a fist with his eyes locked on his target.

When the blow finally comes, Steve is sent into the shelf and several things fall to the floor, including himself. He manages to catch his footing before completely meeting the ground, and as he struggles for balance he fumbles into the living room. He feels himself being yanked up to his feet, Billy's hands grip his sleeves tightly and he gives him a good jolt. His head rolls around on his shoulders as he is thrown around, still blind sighted with pain.

All he can do at the moment is push his one free arm into Billy's heaving chest, desperate to create as much distance as possible. He's shaken again, and Billy drops his voice into an angry hiss.

"No one," he pants. "tells me what to do."

His head flies back before barreling into Steve's, once again sending him flying across the floor. A triumphant cry is ripped from Billy's bloodied lips, the veins in his forehead and throat resurfacing. He stomps across the room towards Steve, all the while ignoring the many screams and pleas for him to stop and leave him alone.

"You're gonna kill him!"

"Billy, stop!"

"Get up, Steve! Come on, you can do it!"

Billy swings one leg over Steve's nearly unconscious form, trapping him in one spot and continues to throw his punches now completely unhinged. Steve's head is swung from side to side as each of Billy's fists connect with his face. Blood flies with every swing, a terrifying roar erupting deep within Billy's chest, and Steve is already more than halfway under. It is truly a disturbing sight to behold, the kids stand planted to the ground in utter terror, screaming their throats raw, begging for him to stop.

All except for Max. She knows her stepbrother is too far gone, and even if he wasn't, he never was an easy one to talk down. She must take matters into her own hands, and that's exactly what she does.

Her eyes have already found one of the syringes used on Will, and it was still full. Wasting no time she snatches it up and rips off the cap. Shoving the boys aside, Max marches across the living room to an unsuspecting Billy. The syringe flies above her head before descending in one swift motion and entering his neck.

Max backs away, the syringe remains buried deep in his skin. He clamors to his feet, staring at her in shock though already it has begun to take effect. He staggers back as loses balance, and his eyelids grow visibly heavy. His bloodied hand feels as if its filled with lead as it rises all the way up to his neck, and he winces as pulls the needle out.

"The hell is this?" He grumbles, lumbering after her. "You little shit, what did you do?"

He has to fight hard to maintain his vision and his balance. It feels as if gravity has tripled. With her directly in his sights, his anger once again redirected at her, he commands his feet to take him to her. Instead, he blinks and finds himself on his back with an aching spine.

"Shit," Mike breathes.

The anesthesia coursing hard through his veins is enough to subdue him but does not bring him completely under as it did the small Byers boy. But it was enough for everyone at that moment. They watched disturbed as he laid on the floor, his head rolling back and forth as he laughed almost joyously. He was amused.

Max only looks at him, for once in her life without even a sliver of fear. All that's left is loathing, and disgust.

She shakes her head, deciding she is still not done. Max would ensure that this would not happen again.

Max takes the bat into her hands and held it over her shoulder, stalking over till she towered over Billy as he had done to her oh so many times.

"From here on out, you are going to leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?"

"Screw you," he spits.

With all her might she throws the bat into the floor just between his legs, his head limply raises up to see that it had missed his crotch by only inches. Everyone watches in awe.

She has to pry the bat from the floor, the several metal nails had been buried deep into the wood floor only further proving her strength and point.

"Say you understand!" She roars. "Say it!"

He says nothing, his head still rolls across the floor.

"SAY IT!"

"I understand," he whispers meekly.

Her brows shoot up, and she tilts her head. "What?"

"I understand." He repeats.

His eyes flutter closed, exhaustion sweeping over him. Satisfied, and finally free, Max drops the bat to the ground with a clatter.

Three mouths watch agape at the sight, they only widen further when she steps around his still body. Bending over, she pulls a set of keys that stick out from his pocket and hold them up for all to see with an impatient look.

"Let's get out of here."

||Reader's POV||

The ride here lasted way too long, at least it felt like it did. My hand comes to rest on the shoulder of Jonathan's seat as I try to peer around to look at where we are. The car had already been going fairlybslow these past few minutes, but it had gotten even slower leaving me to believe we had to be here. Sure enough, just past a few trees, I can barely make out a small wooden porch of the cabin illuminated by the headlights.

I look over to my right at Joyce as the car comes to a stop. Nancy and Jonathan exit the car and head for the trunk, their doors rocking the car a bit when they close them. Will, for the most part, is cradled against Joyce, his head lays against her chest. She hasn't taken her eyes off of him since we got in the car, she's just been lovingly stroking his hair and brushing strands away from his face. My eyes fall to him, my mind hasn't been able to think about anything else other than him or what I'm about to try to do.

I feel eyes on me, and I look up to meet eyes with Joyce. Her expression is hard and somber, her lip is trembling but her eyes are far kinder. We share a silent exchange, knowing the road that lies ahead will not be an easy one, and it's almost a weak attempt at consoling each other.

I take a deep breath and open my door.

"Y/n,"

I stop, my hand leaving the handle and I look at her curiously.

"Sweetie, I am so, so proud, a-a-and thankful for what you are willing to do for this family," she smiles halfheartedly. "But this is a lot to ask. Are you sure this is something you're up for? I couldn't possibly ask you to do something so big if it's too much."

I look at my feet, her words bouncing around my head. They are the perfect meal for my anxiety, feeding all my fears and doubts. And yet, nothing inside me changes. I look up at her, my eyes falling to Will as I speak.

"Yes," I murmur, shaking my head a bit. "I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try."

My eyes well up with tears, and I look to the woman, who so long ago, had become like a second mother to me.

"Will's my best friend, he's one of the best people I know. And I know he would do the same for me," her eyes are fogging up too, I realize. "This family has done so much for me... I want to give something back."

"Oh, honey," she croaks, reaching a hand out and over Will to give my hand a light squeeze. "You are apart of this family."

The dam breaks, and I feel several hot tears slide down my cheeks and dangle from my jaw. I smile crookedly and soon so does she. She gives my hand another light and loving squeeze and we nod and exit the car.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Between the four of us, we managed to get Will and everything we brought up to the house in one trip. I took the stuff Jonathan had grabbed from the trunk so that he could carry Will.

Nancy is the first to enter, and hitting a switch by the front door, a couple of lights flicker on. We file in one by one, and when I enter after Jonathan, I'm surprised at what I see. And smell. I had expected a mothy, and dusty old cabin given the boards over the windows but it was surprisingly tidy and smelled a bit like an unusually pleasant mix of laundry detergent and pine.

It finally hits me this was where El had spent the last year. It's weird to think this is where she has been living all this time. I step out of the way as Joyce comes in after me, and hesitates just as I did to look around. I stand on the other side of the couch as Jonathan lays Will down on the cushions. Thankfully, he hadn't woken up and we can all only hope that he stays that way until we're ready. We were halfway there when we realized we forgot the anesthesia.

I release a deep breath, trying to push out as much of my nerves as I can and my eyes linger across the room soaking up the details. My eyes catch on what lays sprawled out on the coffee table; a large and completed puzzle of a fireworks display. I feel my expression soften, the ends of my lips tugging up as I think about El enjoying her puzzles.

"It's actually," Nancy said as she got a good look around. "kinda nice."

"Hopefully we can keep it that way," I joke dryly.

I watch as Joyce roams around the room inspecting the place, finally she stops in front of the cast iron fireplace and kneels down in front of it. She looks up at all of us and nods.

"We'll do it here."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Jonathan and Joyce bring Hopper's bed out into the living room in front of the fireplace. All the while, Nancy and I begin setting up the heaters.

I'm glad I have the help, it makes everything a little less intimidating. Only a little. I still know that this is going to take just about everything I've got.

But I meant what I said to Joyce. I am going to do this. I have to. And I want to.

That quick trip to Chicago is starting to turn out to be not such not a bad thing, after all. If I hadn't gone, I never would have broke. I never would have hurt so hard that I found my control. I never would have hit rock bottom. But that's the thing about rock bottom, I guess.

You can only go up from here.

Joyce begins to fill the fireplace to the very top, and Jonathan and Nancy have already turned on the space heaters.

I return from the kitchen with snacks and juice in hand, and I felt absolutely foolish. But halfway through set up, I realized I was going to need all the strength I could get. Which meant I needed fuel. Thankfully, the others not only understood but encouraged it. Even though it all made sense, I still felt silly sitting at the table, eating Hopper's food while everything was going on around me.

But I'm so hungry. I hadn't realized how tired and starving I was until I sat down. It must have been almost a full day since I've eaten! I try to remind myself that this is all what's best for everyone. I can't make much of a difference if I'm not taking care of myself too.

I'm surprised I'm having trouble at all, but my nerves are only growing as time marches on. But before I know it, I've cleared everything in front of me, and just in time, too. The others are now gathering around Will, and they don't seem to be attending to any more details. I rise from my chair and join them.

When I see Will, I can feel coils around my heart tightening, constricting it completely. I suddenly wish Dustin were here just so I could yell at him, cause it really did look like it was right out of the Exorcist.

They had managed to tie his hands and feet down, each limb now connected to each leg of the bed. His arms laid as perfect 'L's beside his head, and he was still an unnatural shade of white.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Jonathan asks, voicing all of our inner doubts.

Without breaking her gaze away, and the hard and stern expression returning to Joyce's face she answers.

"This thing has had Will long enough," she spits, sounding as angry as I felt. "Let's kill this son of a bitch."

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im14andivebeen14foramonth · 4 years ago

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The Parent Trap AU

This absolutely WONDERFUL art is done by @sanderssidestrash27 Thank for making this I love it so much!!!!!

Summary: Almost twelve years later, separated at birth twins Roman and Remus both end up at the same Camp Sanders. What chaos will ensue those short eight weeks? And where will it lead the twins when their time together ends?

"And, once again, we have a winner! Presenting Mr. Napa California, Remus Parker!" The crowd of boys watching the tournament let out an uproar of applause and shouting as Gavin held Remus's hand up above his head in victory. Remus grinned, whooping along with all of the boys and swooping his arm in a righteous bow. "Now, do we have any other competitors?" Gavin asked.

Remus walked over to the group of onlookers to them all high fives, grinning and laughing at their words of praise. Even he couldn't deny it (not that he ever would), he *was* pretty good at fencing. Great, even.

"Oh come on now, boys!" Gavin said as he surveyed the nearby campers. "Someone here has got to be able to beat this champion, let's give it a go!"

"I'll try!" Roman declared as we walked up to the scene. He had a soccer ball tucked under his arm and had two other boys trailing behind him. They all looked like they just walked off of the soccer field, still sweaty and hot of breath.

"Alright, epic, let's go!" Gavin scribbled down *Roman James* next to *Remus Parker* on his clipboard. Above that sat rows upon rows of *Remus Parker*s next to previous opponents, all of their names crossed out and a star besides his every time.

Roman walked over to the pile of equipment while Remus talked with his friends.

"You're gonna win this one again, man," one of them said.

"Yeah, you're gonna whoop his ass, dude!" Another boy exclaimed. Everyone gasped at the foul language before laughing. "Besides, look at him. He's whooped from his soccer game, he wouldn't be able to win even if he tried." Remus grinned before turning to look at his new challenger, who was already suited up.

"Good luck, Re!" Camden said as Remus grabbed his sabre.

"Thanks, Cammy. But, I don't need luck." He tossed his blade into the air, catching it in and landing in a fighting stance. He pointed the protected tip of the weapon only an inch from Camden's chest. Who immediately flinched back. Remus smirked, proud of the reaction he was given. "I'm Remus Parker. AKA the best fencer in the whole country, AKA the one who's about to beat this poor boy's ass." The boys burst into laughter and playful applause as Remus made yet another ceremonious bow. Janus *did* always tell Remus to be confident in himself and his abilities, though he always made a point to assure Remus that he got his confidence from his other father, whomever that may be. Janus usually left that part out. Well, whoever it was, Remus had to thank them one day. Without them, he wouldn't be able to wack other people with long swords. The thought made him giggle quietly to himself.

"Alright boys, are we ready?" Gavin asked. Remus turned back around sliding his protective mask over his face.

"Yup," he stated, getting into position.

"You know it," Roman said. Remus didn't know who this boy was, but he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud at his clear British accent. What British dude would want to come to a camp like this when he could be enjoying a cup of tea with the Queen or something? Remus almost laughed out loud.

"En garde." Gavin said, crouching down to get a better view. The two boys touched their blades together, tense and ready for battle. Most of the campers held their breaths, a few of them letting out words of praise for the player they were rooting for. Things like *let's go Roman* and *you got this Roman* rang out amongst the crowd. Anticipation hung in the air like a rope, swinging back and forth between the opposing teams. The noise dropped as silence filled the air for a few frightful seconds before Gavin declared the magic word:

"Fence."

With that one, little word, Remus smirked under his gear. His attitude reeked of confidence as he swung his sabre back and forth towards Roman. Roman arched his back, avoiding every blow with surprising ease. Shocked, Remus almost lost his footwork, barely avoided the tip of Roman's blade. He regained his thoughts and ran by Roman to the nearest tree. He jumped with as much grace as he could muster, kicking his foot off the tree and propelling himself in Roman's direction. Roman, however, was able to jump back and duck, moving out of the way and missing all four of Remus's attacks. Roman, catching on to Remus's style quickly, decided that it was his turn to strike. So he jumped forward and launched his sabre at Remus. Remus was able to block Roman, causing them to run backwards into the grass. Remus, having to run backwards, lost his footing and rolled onto the ground on his back. The air was knocked out of him and he clutched the dark grass with his free hand, gasping for air. A chunk of the dewy plant was ripped from the Earth as his hand flew up to his chest. When he was finally able to regain his composure, he lifted the hand up to his eyes to block out the obnoxious rays of sun and view his determined opponent. He saw Roman lurking above him. He looked like he was trying to be dramatic, waiting until the very last second to strike. *What an idiot* Remus thought, rolling his eyes. *Two can play at that game.* Remus played there, pretending to be beat. The crowd of boys had quickly caught up with the two and were now shouting at each opponent. Some called for Remus to get up, while others cheered Roman on to finish his work. Roman, being the over-the-top and confident that he was, flexed his muscles in show. Remus almost chortled at his dumb this boy was, but instead kept up his act. Finally, done with his dramatics, Roman brought his blade up above his arms, lowering it to stab directly in the middle of his chest. That's when Remus rolled away, jumping to his feet and letting out a battle cry as he ran sword-first at Roman. The 6drown let out an uproar of yells while Roman shrieked out of pure terror. He ran away from Remus and up the stairs of the outdoor dining hall with Remus following only steps behind. Remus was able to run ahead of the other and hopped onto the seat if the bench. The boys continued to fence and he shimmied down the bench and Roman along the wooden deck. Until, that is, Remus got to the end of the bench and also the end of the deck, which if course, with Remus's luck, lacked a railing. And as he turned back around to find a route of escape, Roman decided to make his final strike. Where was his dramatics when Remus needed them? As the tip of his blade collided with Remus's chest above his rapidly beating heart, the force caused Remus to stumble and tip backwards, before eventually falling off of the deck…

And into a trough of water.

Oh. *There* were his dramatics. Great timing.

As Remus hit the water back-first, the now large crowd of onlookers all gasped and fell still. Droplets of water splashed through the air and hit the warm grass, a few campers getting wet in the process. Still, they sat there, tense and unmoving. Finally, Remus was the first to move as he slowly turned his head towards Roman. He lifted his arms, watching as water pooled off of him and back into the trough. Turning back to Roman with his arms still extended, he growled.

"Really?" He snarled, his strained voice muffled by his mask but clearly seeping with rage. Roman had one of his hands up to his mask to cover his mouth in shock. He shook his head in an attempt to regain his thoughts before quickly dropping his sabre.

"Oh my God, I'm so so sorry! Here, let me help," he said as he extended his hand towards Remus. Remus peered up at Roman, smirking. He went to match onto to Roman's hand, but before Roman could even think of pulling him onto the dock, Remus yanked his arm as hard as he could.

With a small, high-pitched shriek, Roman went falling butt-first into the container of water. Even as Remus was hit with the spray of water and even more soaked, he couldn't help but burst into a loud fit of laughter. As he continued to laugh hysterically, Roman looked down at himself. He let out a choked, offended scoff before shoving Remus back into the water, causing him to both stop his laughter and get even more wet. When he resurfaced, he saw Roman laughing just as he had been before and huffed, clocking Roman in the face. What could he say, his dad always did teach him to stand up for himself. And if that meant punching some random dude in the face (or even shoving someone down the steps, something that apparently his father found funny but told him to stop doing after the fourth time. Sorry, Billy, but that was MY Thomas the Train.) then so be it.

When Roman came down from the initial shock of being punched, he turned to Remus and decked him the same way he had, right square in the face. Now *that's* when things got bad.

The two boys went full out brawl mode, rolling around in the water, kicking, cursing, punching, and everything in between. Both boys found the other to be surprisingly around the same strength as himself, along with very similar fighting techniques. Punches right to the face and bites on the arm seemed to be both of their go-to's, apparently. Finally, after fighting for what felt like ages, they both felt Paris of strong arms wrap around their middles in an attempt to untangle them. They continued to go at each other's throats until the second they were dropped a feet apart in the grass, soaked and furious.

"Boys! That is enough!" Gavin said as he stood by Roman's side.

"There is absolutely no fighting at this camp, do you hear me? We work through our differences with words and nonviolent activities only. Is that understood?" Leo asked, hands held on his hips as he looked between the two boys.

"Yes, sir," Roman and Remus muttered in unison, their muffled responses dripping with annoyance and little guilt. Their minds were elsewhere, both secretly hoping that their masks were enough to protect them from the other's blows. Neither of them had been prepared for the other's strength, their egos to big to think that they would be beat. If not, they'd both walk out of the situation with black eyes and bloodied lips, not to mention a crap ton of red scratches. A cool story in Remus's opinion, but to Roman, who had never been in a legitimate fight before, he would be horrified. People might think he was a fighter, something he kept solely for playing and daily activities, up until now. His dad would kill him, his grandfather scold him, and his butler worry over him endlessly. A part of him found this new endeavor cool, secretly hoping to keep a few small marks for a while. But longer lasting ones that would stay after the eight week camp were not worth worth any of that.

Sure, Remus's dad would be mad, and his nanny worried sick, but they were used to this kind if behavior from Remus. Many days he'd come home from school beaten or bruised, either from his adventures or his schoolmate differences. Janus had to even go to his schools sometimes to pick him up or clear things up with his principal and teachers. He was always really good at convincing people of things. Remus felt bad when his father had to come get him or patch him up, but he always tried to be better for him. He knew he wasn't easy to handle all the time, especially with only his dad and nanny there to take care of him. But, like usual, he would definitely be given more chores and a scolding. Not to mention, black eyes hurt. A whole lot. If he did have any, however, he was lucky that his nanny had been teaching him how to use makeup lately now that he was getting older. Some ice and concealer would do the trick.

"Boys! That is enough!" Gavin said as he stood by Roman's side.

"Boys!" Leo said, snapping his fingers. "Up here!" Both of the boys shook their heads and left their thoughts behind to linger on their own in favor of listening to the counselor. "Now I want you two to apologize to each other. And take off your protective gear, it must be soaking wet by now."

The two boys huffed and turned to face each other. In unison, the two reached up for their masks, dipping their heads downwards and sliding them off. As their arms fell to their sides, they lifted their heads, and immediately locked eyes. They both gasped at what they were met with.

Light brown eyes met the same pair of light brown eyes in return. They scanned each other's face, taking in their similarities. Scattered freckles splayed like the night stars, fluffy light brown hair, only partially wet as the summer sun quickly worked to dry it. Unfortunately, they both had obvious scratches and bruises along their faces, most noticeably on their cheeks and noses. It was as if both boys had the same thought process as the other. So, not only did they *look* alike, but they *thought* alike. Strange.

"Well, boys?" Leo asked after a few silent seconds. The boys looked over to him, confused.

"Sorry?" They asked in unison, the man's speech only seconds ago now long forgotten.

Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll take it. Now please, get to your respective cabins and clean up before dinner in the mess. If you require any assistance, the medic cabin is that way. Now go, shoo. And please, no more trouble." Flapping his hands,bhe ushered the boys along. They stared at each other, not breaking eye contact as they walked towards their cabins. Once they hit a fork in the road between their two cabins, Gavin ran up to them.

"Wow, it's like you two are twins or something! That's so weird!" He said before running off.

The boys looked back at each other, sparing one last glance before they glared and stomped off.

This was war.

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talesofphantombandits · 5 years ago

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Zero to Six ~ Final Chapter.

So this is it, the last chapter. Thank you to everyone that has shown Zero to Six so much love and support, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to finish this without you guys. Unfortunately I think the only way I’ll come back to this is if another movie comes out, BUT I’m willing the next time I’m in a Ben Hardy phase to write about how Zero/Scout came to be with One and how she first met the team, that is something I want to explore.

I’m in the mist of writing a Poe Dameron story (Star Wars) so if we have any Poe stans up in here, message me and I’ll tag you when that’s up. I’ve learnt my lesson from posting this story, and I will be writing it all first before posting :’).

Thank you all again, I love you all so much. See ya <3

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

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He raised the knife to slash my face but I lifted my arm up just in time.

“AHH.” The knife slashed deep into my forearm.

I kicked out in frustration, managing to knock the knife out of his hand. It slid across the deck and stopped by the edge of the pool.

I looked up from it to see the guy Four was fighting with shove him into the pool.

I gasped, at the sound the guy in front of me turned back. I looked at him, then back at the knife.

We both jolted forward, I was much smaller which meant I got to it faster but he’d managed to take me down to the floor by jumping surrounding his arms around my waist.

We both hit the ground pretty hard, as fast as I could I began reaching for the knife that I could almost just about touch with my finger nail. The guy got up to his knees and turned me around, straddling my waist.

He proceeded to put his hands around my neck, chocking me.

I could hear distant splashing and cries. How was it that I was being strangled, all the air leaving my lungs yet the only concern I had was getting to Four before something terrible happened to him.

I started reaching for the knife again, it was hopeless I knew this. The new position he’d put me in made the knife even further away. Tears started leaking as I stared to make horrible chocking sounds.

But then a cold metal brushed my finger tips, I fumbled around and managed to grab the handle of the knife. Stabbing the guy in the chest he finally let me go.

I gasped out, taking in all the oxygen I could. Pushing the guys now lifeless body to the side of me.

I got up realising that some how Four had managed to nudge the knife in my direction. Four!

I looked around and found him wrestling with a guy near the glass doors. I hobbled over and trapped the guy between us.

He just smiled and came at me, I ducked the first blow kicking him in the side. Four took his shot and tried punching him in the throat but the guy grabbed him by his jacket and shoved him against the glass. Four fell to the floor saving himself by rolling forward.

I tried to take a blow to the guys head but he managed to backhand me, I stumbled back. Wiping my bleeding lip I looked up to see him going after Four again. He kicked him to the floor, I was exhausted but I made my way to them again.

“Four.” One came through on coms.

“Help me!” I closed my eyes, holding down the sob.

“Give me a hint buddy.”

I rushed over as fast as my defeated body would let me, the guy had started hitting Fours head off the pool stairs.

I ran at him. “AHHH.” I tackled him and we both tumbled forward.

I landed at the side of the guy dazed.

He climbed on top of my back and held my head to the deck.

“Fuck you.” he whispered in my ear.

I cried as he pulled my hair back painfully then proceeded to smash my face into the deck.

He must have managed 3 strikes before I felt him being ripped off of me. I tried to fight to stay conscious by the darkness was coming and there was no way of stopping it.

When I came to the first thing I saw was a beaten looking Four.

“Hey.”

I was laid with my head in his lap in what I guessed was the helicopter, he was stroking my hair softly.

“Hey.” He smiled at me, I swear I’ve never seen something so beautiful.

“What happened?” He just beamed at me. I looked at him suspiciously. “Did you finally deck me?”

Now everyone laughed. “No, not yet.”

I reached up putting one had behind his head, his eyes were glassy like he was going to cry. I just sighed in relief and smiled at him. Grabbing the back of his head I brought him down to smash our lips together.

After a moment I released him but he kept his face close to mine. A tear had leaked down his cheek, I brought my hand around to wipe it away and stroke his cheek.

“Finally act, get ready.” We all looked at one as he prepared to open the door.

I sat up and moved to the other door, Four moving down with me keeping his arm around my waist.

Rovach entered, to say he was shocked was an understatement. The scumbag thought he’d gotten away. He thought wrong.

Honestly even after everything he’d done, dropping him off for the people to beat him till he died still didn’t seem right to me. But I wasn’t going to let myself be taken over by them thoughts.

My family was safe, we’d all come back from this alive. One had certainly Saved mine and Billy’s life which meant he had come back for us. Billy was safe, and he was beside me staring at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

That’s what I was going to let consume me instead.

One week after.

“Come on let’s go.” The bed sheets were cruelly ripped from my body.

“No I’m too comfy!” I snuggled back into the pillow refusing to move.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way.”

I peeked one eye open to find Billy standing strong at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

I sat up a little staring daggers at him. “Try me monkey boy.”

I fully expected him to just pounce on me but he reached out and grabbed my ankle pulling me down the bed.

“Listen here you little shit.” he leaned over me. “If you’re not out in 10 mins, I’m going to come back in here and you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“Is that a threat? or a promise?” I smirked at him.

He leaned in closer, his lips grazing mine. “Get dressed before I dress you myself.”

Without kissing me he stalked out of the cabin. I just stared open mouthed at where he’d stood, then pouted at the door. I should get dressed or he really will come back.

I made it with one second to spare. I walked to the plane where all the meetings are held, the one with the little ghost on the side.

God I loved that little fella, but today Billy was standing in front of him.

“Glad to see you could finally make it.” He was simply resting against the plane, arms crossed but he made it look so hot.

“Shut up, If you weren’t so far up One’s ass you’d still be in bed with me.” I walked in the entrance and down the corridor.

But Billy grabbed a hold of my waist and backed me up against the wall. My hands on instinct went straight to the back of his neck.

“There’s no other place I’d rather be than in bed with you, but you know how he is.” He smirked and leaned his forehead on mine.

“I know, he’s a asshole.”

He leaned forwards and connected our lips. “I know.”

“If I come out there and y’all are making out I’m going to flip.”

At first One let the sappiness between me and Billy slide, but that wore off quickly. We went back to just annoying him.

“Calm yourself, where here.” We both walked in sitting around the table.

“We need to talk.” One said.

“Well this can’t be good.” what also made me suspicious was that me and One were the only ones called to a meeting.

“After what happened in Tokyo and on the boat I don’t want you in the field, I want you back on Coms and security.” One said getting up and looking at the information hung on the walls.

My smile dropped. “One, I know I got injured both times. But I really helped Four on that boat, I proved more than enough times that I’m capable.”

“I know but I don’t want you out there.”

“Why! why won’t you let me have this.” I started to feel the anger boil inside of me.

“Because I care okay.” He slammed his hands on the table across from me. “Fine I’ll admit it, I care deeply for the whole team. How could I not I’m still human. But it’s something I needed to do for the good of the missions. But you, you’re like a daughter to me.”

This took me aback.

“You were so broken when I found you, I think in a way you helped me more that I helped you. I just want to keep you safe, I know you’re brave and strong. Maybe one day when we’ve trained you to the highest levels I might let you on a odd mission. But right now I need you safe.”

I hadn’t even noticed that I’d started to cry until something wet fell on my hand in my lap.

“I can’t promise you that I won’t complain. But thank you.” I smiled at him through the tears.

“I was going to put you back in the flats.”

“Hell no.” Billy shot up.

One stared daggers into the man. “BUT I talked to the rest of the team.”

“And even if he did put you back in the flats by yourself we’d always work out where you were and come to annoy you.” I turned to see Three walk in followed by the rest of the team. “Hell Four would probably move in with you.”

I laughed wiping my tears away, Three came up and back hugged me. “There’s no way where letting you go now, Imagine how annoying Four would become, moaning about how much he misses you.”

Four reached over and smacked Three’s arm. “Ouch!”

He kissed the top of my head and went to stand by Two. She was beaming at me.

“Guess I’m not going anywhere then.” I reached for Fours hand and interlocked our fingers.

We smiled at each other.

“Here’s to our happy family.” Five said hugging Seven.

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thrushpot · 5 years ago

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obstacle 1

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“24 & 41 w some soft billy 🤧” requested by anonymous.

#24: “You’re trembling.”

#41: “I feel like I can’t breathe.” from dialogue prompts

warning(s): slurs, violence, panic attacks

a/n: angst but it gets better I promise!! title of the fic comes from a fucking phenomenal Interpol song. also beware if you send me a number from a prompt list there’s no way I know how to make it short like a drabble, I only know how to draw it out pretty much haha.

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“What the fuck is the matter with you? Huh?”

Billy’s back had been shoved up against the wall, his lip trembling and eyes red rimmed with unshed tears. His father’s fingers are tightly clutched around his jacket, ugly nostrils widely flared, looking down at his own son as if he were a mistake; as if he were the scum of the fucking earth. And Billy knows that that’s true, too.

“I had to get a call from the sheriff, at—” his father breaks eye contact for a split second to eye the clock that hangs on his son’s bedroom wall, “three-thirty in the goddamn morning, only to be told that my gracious son has been caught stealing chocolate bars from the drugstore, like some fucking delinquent. How do you think this makes me feel, William? As your own flesh and blood,” his father sighs and pats his own chest, pretending like he’s hurt because Billy made a fool of himself and embarrassed his family. Of course, only his father would be making all this about himself yet again and not seeing with his blind dumb eyes that it’s a cry for attention and help.

It was impulsive and stupid, Billy can admit that at least.

He was hungry, he felt like acting out, and there just so happened to be a drugstore nearby and thought it’d be kinda funny. Billy assumed that the security would be shit, and he also assumed he’d be smooth enough to not get caught. He played the part pretty well, at least what he considered to be convincing. Whistling and peeking at his surroundings as he casually stuffed around twelve, maybe even more chocolate bars down his pants and coat pockets and then sprinting like a bat out of hell to the parking lot.

He swore he was in the clear, and would eventually get to enjoy the candy bars and have a funny story to tell you later. Have a happy ending to one of his shenanigans for once, instead of ending in tears and blood. That is until the way-too-beefy-for-this-job clerk behind the counter saw him and called him out before chasing him down, slamming his entire front into the concrete. Holding him there until the boys in blue show up and handcuff his hands behind his back before shoving him in the backseat. The bruises from the comfy cement came out nice and big, Billy already checked them out in the bathroom mirror at the station. Seriously, he’d never seen a guy get that protective over Kit-Kat bars since he was in grade school.

After fucking begging the officers to just let him off the hook and promising it’ll never happen again, that it was just a silly fluke; they had betrayed him, and unsurprisingly at that. Like all authoritative figures have done to him his entire eighteen years of living. The pricks really did it, they really called his dad on him, and now here we are.

“Answer me this instant!”

Billy flinched at the deafening tone his father used to screamed right into his face. Their noses are practically touching. He can even smell his father’s alcohol consumption through his breath, and it’s so fucking grotesque that Billy wants to throw everything he ate that day up.

“I got popped for stealing chocolate, s’not the worst thing I’ve done,” he weakly murmurs, cursing himself internally because he felt a tear bust out of his left eye. He can’t cry in front of this monster, he fucking can’t.

Why can’t this be over with already? Why not just a slap on the wrist, one and done? This shouldn’t be as bad as the time he got caught tripping on acid in the woods that his weird ass classmate Mike gave to him. Yet he’s still here, spitting on Billy’s face and gripping him tighter, voice thundering louder. Susan doesn’t ever give a fuck about what’s happening to her step son, so why would Billy be foolishly praying that she would save the day this time? The helpless boy even imagines a scenario ending with his little step sibling Max stepping in and calling the cops. But all that’s just wishful thinking. Those things only happen to people who are cared about, and nobody gives a rats ass for Billy’s well-being in this household. Not even the cops would throw his nutcase of a father in jail and swallow the key.

The cops only care about petty misdemeanors, such as teenagers stealing candy bars from drugstores. They wouldn’t bat an eye at seeing a troublemaker like Billy with bruises and scabs scattered all over his face. They don’t care. None of them do, and none of them listen either.

“Yeah yeah, sure. It’s just a couple candy bars, right? But here’s how thieves work,” Neil starts his lesson, looking down his nose and pointing a finger at Billy’s face accusingly. “First, it’s just a candy bar. No big deal, right? You’re just having a little fun. Then, it gets bigger. You get away with that, then one day, you think you can get away with stealing a car,” he takes Billy’s jaw in one hand to keep him in place before giving his cheek a quick sharp slap, leaving it stinging and flushing red. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

The first punch is always a shock, and has the teen holding his breath waiting for what the next one will feel like.

“You are a fucking disgrace, a worthless juvenile with nothing better to do,” his father winds up for round two, even grinning like a sadistic bastard. He grins even wider when he sees his son’s face leak with more tears, and hissing when he wipes his own face too hard from brushing the evidence of the blow with his finger. More insults are thrown at him, like “faggot” or “disappointment”. He’s heard it all before, but it’s seeping further into his skull now, right along with his dear old dad’s fist. Cutting deep, deeper than it ever has, and not just in his face.

And Billy, paralyzed and hopless while lying on the ground, realizes that his father had to have been right all along.

Throughout his teens he consciously wondered if he actually was the reason Mom left, or if that’s just his dad fucking with his head. Which usually happens to be the case. But now, Billy is petrified that he’s telling the truth, and he’s giving it to him raw, like a sick reminder of his utter worthlessness. Maybe he will grow up to be no good, just another bum and a thief, getting caught doing more stupid shit. Billy wonders if this is really a sign that he should wise up before it’s too late.

His dad has finally stopped knocking his head into the wall and sucker punching his nose and cheeks, now seemingly satisfied with the work of art done to the boy’s face. With blood pouring from the boy’s nose like a faucet, he scrambles to plug it up and hug himself while bracing for a potential next hit. To Billy’s relief, his dad up and leaves at that, slamming the door behind him with a scoff and more damaging insults murmured under his breath. As soon as the door is shut, the boy fumbles to shove open his window, rushing to crawl the fuck out and nicking his injuries on the way out. He can’t fucking take this anymore.

By the time he’s out in his driveway, tears are still flooding out of his fucked up purple eyes and he rips open his Camaro door. While starting up the engine, he shakes his head before speeding to the only safe place he knows.

Your room.

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When Billy makes it to your house, still just as hot of a mess as he was when he was being beaten and screamed at, the way up to your room was no picnic. He skinned his knee on the way down, falling three or four times before finally making it. His strength isn’t at it’s best at the moment. He carelessly shoves your window open and stumbles as he climbs through, landing directly on the floor. His back is to your door, and he adjusts himself to sitting with his legs crossed as he waits for your return. You’re probably downstairs, or in the bathroom. He doesn’t fucking know, but he wouldn’t doubt that you’d leave him too, like everyone else had when they discovered how much of a burden all his issues really are. History often repeats itself, and maybe it’s a mistake unveiling his mask and shitting all over you with his fucked up problems, but he doesn’t know where else to go.

Yours and Billy’s relationship strictly consisted of fun. Just joking around without any drama, maybe once in a while getting up to no good together. When you two would drink heavily in your room on weekends, sometimes he’d kiss you but you wouldn’t talk about it in the morning. Because that’d be just too much to deal with, and the packaged guarentee he got with you was that you weren’t anything to deal with. You were the most laid back, good time he’d had in this town. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d snuck up to your window and crawled in, however, it will be the first time he ever showed up this vulnerable and seeking comfort. Your comfort, specifically.

Billy’s back is still facing the door when you finally arrive, and you let out a squeal in fear before recognizing it’s him. You’d know that mullet, that jacket, and those tight blue jeans absolutely anywhere. It was your good friend Billy sitting on your floor.

“Holy shit man, you scared the Jesus outta me. Gimme a warning next time, ay?” you laugh, holding your chest to slow your quick heart down. It’s pretty late, and it’s a typical Saturday. You’re in your pajamas with a rejuvenating green face mask smothered all over your skin, as well as a bowl of cookie dough icecream in your grasp. It almost went flying when Billy had frightened you, and that would’ve been a bitch to clean off the carpet.

“I have some cookie dough icecream here. I could get you your own bowl too, if you want,” you offer, not yet hearing a peep from the boy seated on the ground. He’s eerily quiet, but you’re still oblivious to it all. “I heard this gossip around town, and oh my god, it totally reminded me of you. Some dipshit got caught stealing a bunch of Kit-Kat bars from the store right by your place,” you chuckle, then worry a bit as he remains unresponsive.

“Billy?” you tread lightly as you tip toe closer to him, then observe his shoulders shaking, and then his entire body too as if it were freezing in here or something.

“You’re trembling,” you notice, now terrified of knowing what happened to this boy to make him this freakishly twitchy. You hastily put your hand on Billy’s shoulder before the ice finally breaks. He turns his head to you , finally exposing the dried blood that’s still down his nose, as well as the black and blue all over his face. His tears were falling silently at first until he steadily starts to sob violently, letting you cradle him in your arms and shush him soothingly.

“I’m— I, I didn’t mean to, it was just s’pposted to be a joke, but I messed up so bad, he got so mad at me this time, and—“

“Who? Who got mad at you?”

Billy’s vision is blurring rapidly, to the point of barely seeing any shapes or colors. His chest is heaving up and down way too fast to be normal, and he thinks he’s about to have a fucking heart attack. His dad would probably throw a parade if his son moved into a hospital instead.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” he panics, whole body still trembling while holding you tight enough to hurt as his salty tears land on your shirt. You could give a fuck about your mask that’s still on your face and getting slightly ruined. Little bits of it is now smothering Billy’s hair, and that makes you want to smile, but this is no time to be smiling.

“Do you want some water? Fuck, I think I have a water bottle in my bag—“

“Please don’t leave me,” he implored, halting you from getting up by burying his beaten face into your chest.

“You got it! I’m staying right here, I swear. Um, I might remember the steps to doing mouth-to-mouth, if you need that?” your eyes are wide and apprehensive, praying to whatever God in the sky that Billy doesn’t die in your arms tonight. That seemed to get him to crack a smile, a weak one, but small progress is still progress. “I’m serious! I might be wishing I payed more attention in class when they talked about this stuff, but I’m here for you. I’m practically PhD certified,” you assure him, sounding less than convincing. Your ignorance is working it’s magic though, humoring Billy and making him finally take deep breaths at a normal rate, instead of the hyperventilating he’d been doing a second ago.

“Pfft. Sure, yeah, I can tell I’m in real good hands here. You got any a’ that cookie dough left, Doc?” he sniffles and licks his lips, staring at the bowl that still has a decent amount of scoops of the dessert left unmelted.

“Hell yeah, and there’s more where that came from. In fact, when you leave tonight, or tomorrow— whatever, you can stay as long as you want— I expect you to gain at least five pounds from this,” you hand the bowl over to his grabby hands, smiling sweetly as he scarfs it down. He suddenly stops for a moment and shrieks when he eats too much too fast, giving himself brain freeze. “You eat faster than my dog.”

“I’ll take the win on that challenge, actually,” he grins, inhaling more of the creamy dessert, letting out occasional hums when he gets an especially good bite of the sugary cookie dough.

After a beat of silence, you decide to get up and put a record on your record player, sticking with a classic Tom Petty album, setting it on low so that there’s some background. You know Billy favors it too, remembering all the drives you’d go on together with Petty playing through his speakers. You head to the bathroom which is only a small distance of five steps away, you grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water to clean Billy’s gross bloody face. You’ve never seen a guy look as fucked up as he did right now in real life. Only in the movies had you seen blood oozing from somebody’s face, or splotchy bruises like polka dots sitting on somebody’s face. Basically, you had no idea how to help him, but you were gonna try. He came to you after all, he trusted you enough to let you see this side of him.

“Is this the part where you give me that line, shit, what is it? Oh yeah, ‘you should have seen the other guy’?” you ask as you go up to him, making sure you’re as gentle as a feather while dabbing the damp lukewarm cloth on his battered cheekbones as he continues to eat.

“Nah, the other guy is just fine if you ask him,” Billy scoffs, finishing the bowl and putting it down next to him. He zips up his jacket further up his neck, then shoves his hands in his pockets as you tend to his wounds.

“You cold?”

“Eh, kinda. Not really though,” he answers, but you’re able to read between the lines at his body language then reach behind you to your bed, dragging a blanket over. Ignoring his protests about not needing to be babied this hard, you wrap it around him. He just shuts up and nods his thanks, holding it tighter by proving you right about how chilly he felt.

“I’m sorry about all this, by the way. I probably freaked you out, and I’m kinda wishing I hadn’t done that,” he sighs, in hindsight realizing how humiliating his meltdown was.

“Don’t apologize for showing emotion. That’s a fucked up male habit,” you scold, the boy nodding vigorously.

“It was me, you know,” he says , resulting in you raising your brows at the questionable ambiguity. He rolls his eyes at having to explain himself then goes on. “I did it. I uh, stole all those Kit-Kats from the store.”

You pause your cleansing his face then can’t hold in your giggles anymore at the fact that you were fucking right, of course Billy would be the one to do a thing like that.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up Y/N,” he claps his hands, sarcastically urging you on.

“C’mon, that’s some priceless shit!”

“At least someone found it funny,” he grumbles, staring down at his hands and the soft blanket keeping him warm.

“What’s the matter with you?” you ask playfully, covering your mouth muffle your boisterous laughter.

That stiffens the boy up, thinking back to his father’s words, “What the fuck is the matter with you, huh?”

“Holy shit, you should’ve called me! I so would’ve been there to like, cause a distraction, maybe flirt with the cashier so that you could take a pack of those expensive cigarettes you’ve always wanted to try,” you laugh, then take his silence into account and find him shutting down again. You don’t know what you said, but you had to make it right.

“Hey, hey now. Don’t get all emo on me again, we were just starting to have some fun,” you peek his undamaged chin up, looking at him in the eyes and trying to stay positive, or better yet keep him distracted from his demons that won’t quit.

“Do, um. You don’t think I’m gonna grow up a low life asshole, do you?” he asks, wanting to hear it from somebody that he’s doing a good job. Making somebody on this earth proud, because pleasing his dad is a lost cause, and getting back his mom is about as likely.

“No. Why? Is it that you think you will?”

“Kinda, yeah. That’s what everyone drills into my head anyways,” he laughs, but you refuse to because that isn’t funny.

“Well if you give me all their names, I’ll go to wherever they’re at and sock them in the face. I don’t care if they’re bigger than me, I’m fucking doing it. Let’s go, come on. What are their names?” you assert without an ounce of humor. Billy’s lips curl into a smile, huddling further into the soft blanket you had given him. He isn’t at all in control of how fucking wide his lips get when he grins, all from the fact that his short stack best friend would do all that just for him. He suddenly wants to rub it in his sad sack of a father’s face that somebody really cares about him.

And he wants to really kiss that somebody right now.

“Think it’s time you wash that uh, whatever that is,” he gestures to the face mask that’s since dried when he came, “Off your face. I could come with you, if you want.”

Your blush is hidden under the green goo, and you nod your head in confirmation before grabbing his hand to lead you two to the bathroom.

“What is it even for, anyway?”

“Oh. For like, exfoliating, and... honestly, I don’t know. It could be complete bullshit, I just threw it on hoping something might happen,” you give up trying to explain your attempt at keeping up with personal hygiene, then Billy just shushes you and points to the sink to hurry you on washing it off.

With a good three minutes of Billy staring intently at you splashing your face with water, you self consciously look away and grab a towel to dry off. He looks you down once more, shakes his head, then leans in and caresses your cheeks with both his hands. His kiss is long and makes you feel so warm and tingly everywhere, but you’re mostly worried about fucking up his face doing this. As if on cue, your nose bonks his, making him moan.

“I’m so so sorry, did that— that hurt you, didn’t it?” you ask with dread, before he shuts you up with another kiss, not letting what his dad had done to him stop him from enjoying you. After making out by the sink for as long as he could hold out for, the two of you pull back and take a breather, still panting and smiling so happily. He pets your perfect cheeks that rest in his palms, and he hums in thought before speaking.

“Your skin’s real soft,” he observes.

“Yeah? Thanks, I um. Guess the face mask isn’t total bull after all,” you laugh, most of it coming from the nerves.

“Huh. I could try it sometime, yunno, only if you keep your mouth shut about it,” he playfully threats, poking you in your stomach as you continue laughing from how it tickled you.

Billy decides to stay the night at yours, playing the little spoon in your arms tonight. Tom Petty is still quietly singing from your record player, the empty bowl that was once filled with cookie dough icecream still sitting on the floor. The boy’s face hasn’t gotten much better, and he knows he’ll have to deal with his dad again tomorrow. It’s inevitable, really. But he knows now that you’re by his side, ready and willing to even whoop his dad’s ass if he gets him hurt again. And that’s more than enough for Billy to feel like he can really pull through.

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happier about how this one turned out:) thank you all so much for being so kind and patient and everything. the people who write on here are wonderful, the people who read on here are wonderful, everybody is so amazing and I can’t express how grateful I am!!

I really wanted to write the reader as being kinda clueless about what to do with taking care of him, cause I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’d do if a guy like him ever came to me looking super fucked up😂

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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daisyxbuckley · 5 years ago

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Five Years PT 2

Pairings: Jason Scott x Reader Words: 2k+ Warnings: Language Description: It’s been Five years since you gave up the Green Ranger coin to the new generation. Now you’re back having to face a new evil

@cxddlyash

It had been about a week since Jason had dropped by. A week since Caleb had come home to see you down in the basement, music blasting while hitting the punching bag. He had kept his mouth shut though, knowing that you would talk to him when you were ready.

The night started out normally. You both had ordered take out due to getting home late and you were looking forward to just sitting down with a glass of wine in the living room and watching tv. It was like nothing had ever happened and your life was getting back to normal.

Almost.

You still thought about what Jason had said. Billy called more than usual but instead of picking them up you had ignored them knowing what they would be about. Trini and Kim called as well but they also only got your voicemail.

You were cleaning up from dinner when you realized that the trash needed to be taken out. Putting your phone on the counter, you ventured out into the dark.Throwing the trash in you quickly closed the bin and ran back inside. Grabbing your phone, your hand knocked something to the ground. As you picked it up, your mind processed and recognized the striking green color of the coin in your hand.

“Shit.” You hissed as your hurried and sat up. Hearing something move in the other part of the house, your head whipped around as your body tensed.

“Uh..honey. Can you come here for a second?” Caleb said hesitantly. You ran into the living room and stopped short as you noticed your fiance wasn't alone. Two men were standing in the corner wielding swords and machetes. They looked almost human except for where their noses should be there were four slits.Tattoos covered their heads and necks as they stood a good two feet taller than you.

“Give us the coin Ranger.” One of them spoke. You had managed to grab Caleb and bring him closer to you.

“Oh you mean this?” You asked holding the coin up as you fiddled with it in your hand. Caleb's eyes went wide as he saw it and you tried to ignore the look. “Nah, I think I want to hang on to this”

“Then you will die too.” The other man snarled.

Turning around to Caleb, you took the keys out of your pocket and shoved them into his hands. “Go and grab my go bag in the closet. Get the car and meet me outside.” You saw him shake his head as one of them men came up behind you. Spinning around, you dodged a swing and grabbed his arm throwing him to the ground. “Caleb GO!” You yelled as he finally listened.

Both men were now standing again and all three of you were breathing hard. “Give it up girl. You’re at a disadvantage.” The taller man growled at you. Shaking your head you chuckled pulling the coin out.

“See that’s where you’re wrong. This nifty coin means that I AM the Green Ranger again, meaning I have this.” You said smirking. As you spoke the armor started coming over your body. The familiar suit formed to you like it had never left. As soon as your helmet formed over your eyes, the men snapped out of their shock.

It was like you had never left this world as you lunged forward. The moves coming back to you like they were muscle memory. Your body took over as you dodge punches and hits with their swords. Knocking one out of the man’s hands, you grabbed it and quickly shoved it into his chest, using him as leverage to knock the other man down. Getting down and going over him, you pressed the tip of the sword into his throat. “I’m leaving you alive to send a message. We WILL get whoever you work for. Make no mistake, no one threatens us and lives.” You said as you knocked him out.

Standing up the suit started to vanish as you looked around your destroyed living room. Shaking your head, you pulled your phone out and booked two tickets to Angel Grove. Taking one last look around, you ran to the car where you found Caleb waiting.

“Drive to the airport.” You said as you slammed the car door shut.

“Y/N what the fuck was that?” He said looking at you. Glaring you pointed towards the road.

“Just fucking drive Caleb. I’ll explain it to you later.”

Taking your phone out, you dialed the contact you knew so well. “Jason, i’m coming back.” You notice Caleb looking at you while he drove.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jason’s voice was worried even though she had woken him up.

“They found me. I just got attacked in my own home. I’ll be landing in-” You checked the time and put the phone back to your ear. “In about 7 hours. Be there.” Was all you said before hanging up.

The drive to the airport was filled with yelling, mostly on Caleb’s side. You had told Caleb everything. Who you were, what you did...everything. After getting through security you two made it to your gate and boarded the plane. Leaning against the back of the seat, you close your eyes and sighed. For the first time in five years you were going home.

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Jason was waiting for you when you landed. His familiar red jacket stood out from the crowd. Getting off the escalator, he ran towards you and check you over. Caleb was behind you keeping his distance.

“You okay” Jason asked as he grabbed your chin in his hand looking a bruise that was forming around your eye. You nodded as he let go and gave him a small smile.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle” You said glancing at Caleb. “We need to go and get everyone together.”

The blonde nodded as you walked towards the exit. “Already done. Trini and Kim rounded up the kids as well as Billy and Zach. They are waiting at the ship.”

You had noticed that Caleb had stopped walking and stared at you two. “You go. I’m going to go find a hotel and try to figure shit out.” He said. You nodded as you walked over to him.

“Please be safe.” You said as you placed a kiss on his lips. “Always.” He replied

“I’ll call you when I'm done. Stay out of sight.” You said as you watched him walk away. Facing Jason you nodded.

“Let’s go.”

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It seemed like Jason broke every speed law as you both headed towards the rock quarry. Leaving your phones in the car, you both started climbing up the hill to the cliff that overlooked the rover. Looking over the edge you realized how much you hated having to jump.

“Just like old times huh?” Jason asked shooting you a smile and holding his hand out. Taking it, you shook his head and took a breath.

“Let's do this.” You said as you both ran towards the edge and jumped. Ten minutes later you were entering the ship and walking into the control room.

“Y/N, Jason!” Alpha 5 yelled causing everyone to look at you. Kim and Trini both ran over and hugged you. Tears coming out of your eyes, you realized how much you missed your friends.

“Y/N.” Zordon said. “It’s good to see you’re safe. I assume you have something for us.”

You pulled out the coin and realized that you were a member short for the kids. “Adam is dead isn’t he?” You whispered. The looks you got from both Alpha and Zordon confirmed it.

“When a Ranger dies, and there is no new Ranger able to take their place the coin automatically goes to the previous owner.” He said sadly. “Because we don’t have a new generation, you’re officially the Green Ranger again.”

You looked at the new group and sighed. “What exactly are we dealing with?” You asked as the grid in the middle lit up with a masked figure.

“This is the Dark Ranger. He was a Power Ranger many years ago, a good one. Just like Rita though he was consumed by power. Stripping him of his coin, his team was able to make it so he would never be a Ranger nor have the power again.” Alpha 5 explained.

You walked over and looked as the scene changed. “So now he wants revenge?” You asked looking up.

“He wants power. He wants all the coins.” Zordon said “If he kills all of you he will have a change to take the coins and harness their power. Then he will be unstoppable.”

“So basically we have to find him and stop him.” Trini said standing next to the new Yellow Ranger, Samantha. “Seems easy enough.”

“It would be if we knew who he was.” Jason said. You shot him a grin that he had come to know so well.

“Well then I think it’s time to meet this Dark Ranger.”

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After coming up with a plan, Alpha and Zordon explained that in situations like this, the old Rangers would also morph along with the new.

Your heart hurt when everyone paired up and Adam wasn’t there standing next to you. He was a good kid and didn’t deserve what happened to him.

“Okay, everyone has their missions. Brandon you go with Zach and Cassie. I’ll go with Y/N.” Jason said. Everyone nodded and started heading out before he stopped them again.

“Remember, stick to the shadows. No morphing unless needed. As far as this guy knows only the kids have that ability right now.”

You and Jason headed out to the part of town that had been zoned to you. The idea was to try and get any intel on where this guy was hiding.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” Jason said quietly. “You hadn’t changed. You just wanted a normal life.”

You laughed a bit as he helped you up some rocks. “Yeah and look how that ended up. Adam is dead and I might lose my fiance.”

“Hey, Adam wasn’t your fault so knock that shit off.” Jason said stopping and making you face him. “As for Caleb if he can’t love you for you, all of you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

All you could do was stare at Jason. The feelings that you had locked deep down inside were trying to come back.

“Jason.” You whispered realizing how close both of you were. The flecks of jade in his blue eyes stood out in the setting sun. You missed him. You missed waking up to him every morning, missed cuddling up with him as you watched stupid horror movies trying to unwind from the day.

“I never stopped loving you Y/N.” He said quietly. “I searched for you when you left. Even begged your parents to tell me where you were but they wouldn’t.” His face had pain written all over it and it broke your heart.

“Jason, I left because I had too..I still love you but being apart of this life was not something I wanted for myself.” You said quietly looking down.

“You don’t really want to marry him, do you?” You were taken aback at Jason’s question.

“Jay, I love him.”

“But not how you want to love him.”

You knew he was right. And Jason knew you knew as well. Before you could reply, his lips were crashing on to yours. Grabbing your waist he pulled you closer to him, digging his fingers into your hips knowing there would be bruises in the morning. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tugged at the hair at the nape. The tugging of his curls made him moan lightly into your mouth.

Your body hit the tree behind you as his lips moved from your mouth to your neck. Sucking on the spot that he knew drove you crazy, he tangled his hand in your hair and lightly pulled eliciting a gasp from you that turned into a moan. Your mind was screaming at you that you needed to stop but neither of you wanted to. As his hands moved from your waist to roam your torso, you both heard a twig snap.

Breaking apart, Jason instinctively put you behind him as you both looked around.

“Bravo. Now I really see how you feel about Mr. Scott.” Caleb said walking through the trees. Your eyes went wide when you noticed he looked different. Older.

“Caleb..I can explain.”

“Don’t. I’m not offended. I’m just mad it took me this long to realize that all I needed to do was get you two together to get my plans in motion.”

You and Jason came to the realization at the same time. “You’re the Dark Ranger.” Jason said lowly.

“Smart and good looks. Gold start there golden boy.” Caleb said mockingly. “Staying with you the past few years, I figured it would just be easier to seal your coin, all I had to do was get you to come back here. But you’re such a self righteous bitch that I had to enact my own plan.”

You glared at Caleb as he circled you and Jason. Both of you were in fight mode as Caleb kept the smirk on his face. “I wanted to wait till you were all in one place but you wouldn’t budge.” He said shrugging. “Killing Adam was the best choice that I made and now I just have to kill the rest of you and the coins will be mine.”

“You bastard. He was a child.” You yelled. Jason had his arms around you making it so you wouldn’t do something stupid.

Caleb's eyes flicked to the side as some of his henchmen came out. Grabbing you both, you both realized that you couldn’t break free.

“Kill him. Take her.” Caleb said as he started walking away. The brute that held Jason started moving over to the edge.

“Jason! No!” You yelled as he made eye contact with you. Mouthing “I love you” he found himself being thrown off the cliff.

“JASON!” You screamed as you struggled. One of the guards hit you in the side of the head blurring your vision. One more hit and you were out.

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