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had some thoughts about the MCI kids again. when am i Not, though.
but like. as much as i think the "William lured and then murdered all five of them together" idea is interesting, i don't. think it's canonical. in the games at least.
like. in Fnaf 1, we had the whole "Two kids were seen with a guy in a mascot costume" thing. why were only Those Two noted as being missing at this point if all of them went missing at the same time? did the cameras not catch the other three? how?
we don't really know, 100%, which two kids it was, but we almost know for Certain that Susie wasn't one of them. (we only see her getting lured off on her own, not with anyone else. if she Were lured with someone else, we're never told or shown that). and we Know that, after her at some point, two were lured together. and i believe it was one of two options:
Fritz and Gabriel
or, Gabriel and Jeremy
why not the Fredbear MCI Kid? (whoever you believe them to be; from this point onwards, i'll just call them Fredbear) well that's simple:
i think there's something about Fredbear that makes them different somehow. that their death was separate.
even in "Give Gifts, Give Life," Fredbear only shows up after you finish putting the heads on the other four...who've already been in the room. but not Fredbear. an implication of Fredbear's death having been different from the others. somehow, they were separate from everyone else...why only show up after everyone else has been "Given Life?" why show up afterwards if you were a part of their group?
unless of course...there's a reason Freadbear seems to be viewed as separate from the other MCI kids. a reason why we seem to be shown that they're different.
something something "Five children are now linked to the incident at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."
(@that-darn-clown if you wanna see my Ramblings)
#fnaf#fnaf mci#i dunno. like i get the whole 'Fredbear Kid is likely the Vengeful Spirit' thing and that this is probably why Fredbear's singled out.#a sort of 'William fucked up with This Kid in particular' sort of deal#but like...i dunno. with both the 'NOW LINKED' quote + the Give Gifts Give Life thing. something feels Off#maybe i'm just reading too far into it. but like saying 'now linked' means that there was Another Kid (or Kids) who Had gone missing-#-who Hadn't initially been connected to what was happening at Freddy's#like. i think Susie would've been pretty quickly identified as Missing. if we wanna use the Fazbear Frights books as evidence:#her parents were devastated. so was her sister. they probably noticed she never came home that night and filed a report.#considering Susie looks (and i think is confirmed??) to have likely been rather young. her parents probably asked where she was going-#-if not Went To Freddy's With Her. her disappearance would've Immediately been tied to Freddy's#Fritz...we don't know. but if we're going by the Give Gifts Give Life detail-#-then we can Also assume that his disappearance was rather quickly tied to Freddy's#(for this i'm assuming Gabe and Jeremy were the two kids taken together)#of course then. we know Gabriel and Jeremy were seen on camera. like that's. about as tied to Freddy's as any of them could've been#but...from what we can see from 'GGGL'...Fredbear seems to have been Incredibly separate.#and if the other four were all Rather Swiftly connected to Freddy's...why not Fredbear? Why Are They Different?#why were they not Immediately Connected like the other four?#did they Not die at Freddy's? were they just not reported missing as quickly as the others? The Hell Happened Here?#like i said. might be reading too deep into this. but you get my point
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The Ghoul Boys' Pizza Party
“I can’t believe I let you dupe me into coming to a children's pizza place, Ryan. You really got me on this one.”
Shane told his partner as they stood outside of the abandoned building.
“Okay, yes it’s an odd place to be, but you know there’s been some stories since the opening of Freddy’s.”
“Oh, do tell.”
Shane said, feigning interest as they approached the doors.
“There’s legends of child murders, shady business and family affairs. A few of the restaurants went up in flames.”
Ryan explained. The pair walked up to the doors with the owner, and their crew behind them. The man unlocked the doors.
“Not this one though?”
“Not this one.”
Ryan confirmed as the man pushed the doors open.
“Have fun dudes, I’ll see you at six.” He chuckled.
He handed them pale blue button ups, a golden security badge sitting on top of the folded shirt.
“Great!
Let’s try not to die in a fire.”
Shane said, as he pulled on his shirt, fastening the badge to it.
“No promises.”
Ryan told him, being the first to step inside, buttoning his shirt.
“Oh look at the confidence!
The swagger ole’ Bergara has tonight.”
Shane chuckled as he walked behind.
The door clicked behind the crew as the owner locked them in for the night.
“I got a good feeling about this one.”
Ryan looked back at Shane with a smile.
“As in we’ll find some ghosts, or we’ll be ghoul free and you’ll go home and sleep well?”
“I’m not so sure yet.”
He noted, while dragging his hand across the damp wall. He found some light switches along the way and flicked them on. The overheads failed to power up, but the stage lights flickered on.
“Oh I truly hate that.”
Shane noted as the stage lit up, getting a good look at some tattered animatronics.
“Yeah that’s.. Not what you want to see.”
The Boys stepped to the edge of the stage, while the big three loomed over them.
“So tell me about the lore here. What are we looking at, I seem to recall child murder.”
Shane broke the silence.
“Yes! Lore..”
Ryan broke out of his trance and looked to Shane.
“Fredbear’s Family Diner opened in the early 70’s.”
“Oh they beat Chuck E?”
“Sure did.”
“The old cheese miser, they beat em to it.”
‘No one said they did a good job though.”
“Oh of course not..
Child murder isn’t good for the business,
Ryan c’mon! You should know that.”
“Hey, don’t jump ahead now hold on. So the little restaurant does well on it’s own for a time. It’s owned by one guy, guy decides it’s time to branch out.”
*chuckles* “Does guy have a name?”
“He does.”
*Gasp* “He does!”
“It’s Henry.”
“Henry, no last name?”
*laughs*
That is correct.”
“Oh that’s- *laughs* Wonderful.”
“Right so he teams up with this man.”
“Oh a partnership!
Does he have a name?”
“William Afton.”
“A last name too! What a lucky guy!”
*chuckles* “His full name is in the police report”
“But not Henry’s? He builds this business
From ground up and they don’t even give him
A proper name. What horse shit.”
“The disrespect is real.”
“It is!”
“It gets more real when you find out Afton’s
Pinned for henry’s daughter’s murder.”
*Laughs* “What? No you’re
Fucking with me.”
“Shane, I'm so serious.”
“Stop.”
“Honest to god.”
“That douche, that british douche!”
“Wha- *wheeze*
Why’s he a brit?”
“I just get the vibes.”
Ryan laughed it off, but continued on as they walked the table filled room.
“Freddy Fazbear’s opens about late 70’s right?”
“Things are going steady? No dead kids?”
“No dead kids, then!”
*chuckles* “Oh no..”
“See this is when Henry’s daughter goes missing.
Charlie.”
“That’s her name?”
“Charlette, yeah.”
“Oh okay, that douche Afton kills her.”
“Exactly, and hides her body
In one of the suits.”
“No!”
*nods* “Henry builds these things
And ole Afton thinks it’s a burial ground.”
“What a dick. That’s a new level
Of disrespect Ryan.”
“But wait! *laugs*
He kills five more kids.”
*laughs* “Ryan, that's not funny.”
“Shane, you're laughing too.”
“Well of course! Your delivery
Was so nonchalant.”
*laughs* “So five more kids.”
“Into the suits?”
“Yep.”
“Unrelated to Charlie?”
“Exactly.”
“But why?”
“He never told.”
“So he was taken in for this?”
“Then released because
They never found the bodies.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No, and then after Henry..
Well he kills himself.”
“Henry did? Oh god..”
“Right, Afton takes the rights.
Opens a new Freddy’s.”
“That douche bag..
He’s evil Ryan.”
“Truly, it’s scary.
But he opens this place,
Circus Baby’s.
His own daughter dies by
His animatronic, Baby.”
“That’s Karma.”
“You’d think.
You know his son dies too.”
“Who let this man have kids?”
“His dead wife..”
“OH MY GOD” *laugs*
“How’d she die?”
*laugh* “I’ll give you two guesses.”
“Sweet Satan.
Man’s got the worst luck.”
“Well, yknow
Maybe don’t murder children for funsies.”
“Fair point.”
There was a metallic creek behind them as they walked the restaurant.
*soft chuckle*
“Oh no..”
“I-
I’m not turning around.”
*laughs* “Please do,
We’ll turn around together.”
*Deep breath*
“Okay.”
“One.”
“Two..”
“Three.” The boys turned to face the stage once again.
“Ryan the bear moved.”
“Freddy.”
“Oh, Mr Fazbear himself.”
“The big man..”
Freddy’s eyes glinted as they shifted to gaze at Shane and Ryan.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Shane.. There’s a child in there.”
“A real one?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Can’t be.”
“What?”
“I said what I said.”
“I- wha-
Alright, okay.”
“Can we sit, and finish the story?”
“You’re not scared?”
“No.”
Shane simply told him, and pulled out a dusty chair. Ryan sat next to him, and sighed. Though his eyes often darted between Shane, and Freddy.
“Fine..
So Afton has a few restaurants running.”
“Despite Henry killing himself.
Got it. Douche.”
“Well the first Freddy’s shuts down.
Not because of missing kids, but faulty walk around suits.”
“Faulty walk around suits,
What did a worker almost die
While handing out cake?”
Ryan starred at his partner silently. Shane laughed.
“They did?”
“That’s when they finally bring Afton in.”
“And then let him go?
Five kids, dead.
Business partner, dead
Worker, dead.
They let him go.”
“It’s insane, but yes.
So they shut the first Freddy’s down.”
“This one, right?
They rebuilt it in the 90s right?”
“Yeah, some things happened in between.
Five kids, spring lock accident, bite of 87’.”
“A kid bit someone?”
“An animatronic bit a security guard.”
“Oh.. Oh well that’s us tonight.”
Shane gestured to the pale blue shirt, gold badge shining in the dim light of their flashlights.
“That’s.. Foreboding.”
“Unfortunately, yeah.
You know they’ve gone through
Team of animatronics
After team of animatronics.
They finally decide to put it all to rest.”
“Everything closes down?”
“All of it.
Years later, Afton’s off the grid.”
“He’s dead?”
“That’s a theory.”
“A game theory, got it.
Now we’re here.”
“Right.”
“Let’s get hunting then.”
Shane stands up, and Ryan follows. He looks down at his watch.
“One thirty A.M.”
“Five more hours.”
Ryan sighs nervously. They move from the main dining hall into a hallway. The dim lights of the stage stay behind them. They turn into a new room, a small stage in the middle.
“Who’s that?”
Shane pointed to the red fur, and yellow eye that peaked at them behind a purple curtain.
“That would be Foxy.”
“The pirate.
Chica, Bonnie.”
“And a puppet.”
“Where is that one?”
“Storage.
Lot of people think Charlie is in that one.”
“Oh fun, gotta love living in a box forever.”
Shane walked to the tiny stage and reached out for the curtain.
“Dude! Stop what’s wrong with you?”
*chuckles* “C’mon it’s fine.”
He pulled back the curtain. A sharp creak rang out as the silver hook fell on Shane’s arm. He hissed in pain and pulled back.
“I fucking told you!”
“So the gears are loose, Ryan.
Shut up, I’m not dead.
Just give me a bandaid and an alcohol wipe.”
“We’re gonna need shots after this..”
“Oh please.”
Shane scoffed as one of the crew walked over and wiped at the cut with a small wipe, and slapped a bandaid over it.
“Good as new!”
Shane smiled, and thanked the crew member.
“Now, how bout a good ole spirit box?”
Ryan sighed, and pulled out the spirit box, setting it on one of the tables next to them.
“Alright Foxy, it’s gonna get a little loud in here.
Bet you’re used to it from all the screaming kids though.”
“Well he hasn’t been around em in a while.”
“It has been a bit.”
Ryan clicked the spirit box on. The loud shuffle of noise began as everyone listened in anticipation. Seconds passed and Ryan sighed again, disappointed.
“Nothing! C’mon Foxy boy, you got nothing to say?”
The room was quiet save for the radio channels shuffling.
Then something broke through.
“Save them.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as goosebumps hit his arms.
“No.”
*chuckles* “That.. that was the clearest thing
We’ve heard..”
Ryan looked at the tattered red fox and stepped back.
“Shane what the hell was that?”
The words “Save them” struck the cold air again.
Shane laughed, albeit nervously.
“The kids need help Ryan.”
“Shane stop.”
“Ryan they need you.”
“Shane it’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
Ryan picked up the spirit box, and turned it off. He quickly ducked back into the hallway.
“Oh come- Ryan come on.”
Shane followed him out. They continued down the corridor.
“Shane it’s not funny,
There’s kids in there.”
“You can’t believe that.”
“You don’t?”
Shane hesitated.
“No, I don’t.”
A dim light at the end of the hall led them to an office.
Computer screens lined the wall.
“I’m sorry I can’t find it
Easy to joke about these kids.”
“Ryan stop.. It’s fine. It’s what we do.”
They looked to the screens as they argued and Ryan stopped mid sentence.
“Chica’s gone.”
“What? No she’s no-”
On the main screen, the stage, there was only two animals up there. Freddy, and Bonnie.
A crash came from the kitchen.
“Is the whole team in the office?”
Ryan asked, and counted the members in the room. They were all there.
“Shut the doors.”
Shane fumbled for a door, there was none. Just a hole in the wall. He muttered in confusion as he hit the red button labeled door. A metal door came slamming shut.
“I don’t think that’s very safe.”
“But the animatronics outside are?”
“Pick your poison Ryan.”
“We are going to die here..”
“Oh stop! *laughs* We’re fine.”
“Shane I don’t think you understand!
So many people died here.
Kids, nightguards, shift managers. Families, Shane.”
“Ryan, it’s not true.”
Ryan shook his head, and turned to look back at the screens on the wall. Shane put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
“Come on, Ryan..”
He laughed awkwardly, while Ryan shrugged his hand away.
One of the monitors glitched, coming back to show Foxy in a new position.
“It moved.”
“I see that..”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing, we watch them.
What time is it?”
“Three.”
Ryan sighed, and sunk into one of the roller chairs by the desk.
“Ryan what are we doing?”
“I don’t know! Okay?
We’re stuck here until dawn. Let’s just ride it out.”
Shane sat down next to him, and watched the computer screens. The main screen glitched as Bonnie moved off stage, leaving Freddy alone.
“Shane, why do you think they’re moving?”
“They’re programmed that way aren’t they?”
“You think they do that at Chuck E Cheese?”
“Well, yknow..
I don’t know. I’ve never been in this position.”
Ryan shuffled around again for the spirit box and clicked it on.
Shane groaned and flinched as the sound screeched through the small room.
“Oh you love to hate it..”
Shane joked as Ryan shushed him. Shane pouted and sighed, leaning back in the chair. More banging came from the kitchen.
“Let’s eat.”
“Ryan.. *laughs*
Ryan the chicken is gonna eat us.”
“Shane..”
“I’m sorry I can’t help it.”
Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Ryan turned off the box to hear them better. Things went quiet until something slammed against the door. Ryan jumped back with a shout, and Shane pointed his flashlight towards the window.
In the window a purple shadow stood smiling.
“It’s Bonnie.”
“I see him, Shane.”
“What do we do?”
“Everyone stay still, maybe it’ll go away.”
They both spoke barely above a whisper. Minutes passed as the bunny stood unmoving. Humming echoed through the halls.
“Ryan..”
“I know.. I-i know.
What time-”
“Four.”
“This is our purgatory, Shane.
We’re done for.”
“Don’t be so pessimistic.”
After what felt like hours the hulking form finally turned to leave.
Ryan sighed in relief.
“See?”
“Don’t jinx it Shane.”
“I’m sorry.”
He went quiet, eyes falling back on the screens as they watched Bonnie roam the halls. Chica had found her way back to the stage, Foxy was unmoving.
“Why are they moving? What do they want with us?”
“Stop asking questions I don’t have answers to!”
Ryan huffed out. He looked down at his feet, the golden badge glinting in his eyes as a thought hit him.
“William always came in dressed as a guard.
That was his MO.”
“And we’re the guards. What if they’re
scared of us?”
Ryan looked at Shane, dumbfounded.
“What if they are scared of us?”
“One hour left.” Someone from the crew informed.
“We have to get back to the front doors.”
A soft beeping began to ring out. Shane looked around for the source. In the corner of on of the screens a small red battery flashed in time with the beeping.
“We’re losing power.”
“To what?”
Shane shrugged.
“We’re not going to make it.”
“We’re going to make it.”
Something slammed against the door, a dent being pressed into it.
“We don’t get paid enough for this!”
“It’s Foxy, that bitch!
“Shane, you'll make him angier!”
“Yeah? Well he can suck it!
That’s right!”
“They’re kids!”
“Oh please..”
Another slam rang out, as the beeping grew louder, more urgent.
“Five thirty.”
“Shane what do we do?”
“We’re going to get to that door.
He’ll go away soon.”
The banging grew louder, and Ryan moved to cover his ears. He shrank back in his chair, eyes shut.
Despite all this he heard something in the back of his mind as images flash in his head.
It’s me
“Shane!”
Shane stood up, standing between Ryan and the door. The banging stopped. The fox walked away. Ryan relaxed a bit. Until the power went out, and the door opened again.
“We’re going to run for it.”
“We cannot do that!”
“We can.”
Shane grabbed Ryan’s arm and booked it down the halls, dragging Ryan behind him. Foxy wasn’t far off on their steps in the hall.
“Ryan run faster!”
“I ca- I can’t!”
He choked out. His eyes were on the small crew behind them, worried of who may be left behind. Chica met them at the end of the hall as she stepped out from the kitchen. Shane narrowly avoided hitting her dead on and led them into the main room.
“Look there’s the door!”
Ryan laughed in pitiful fear, and small relief. Until Bonnie stopped them in their tracks.
“Oh god, oh fuck.”
Chica, and Foxy had the crew trapped, the doors barely out of reach. All of the voices grew louder around them. Ryan clutched his hands over his ears, his eyes shut tight. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and Shane’s tight grip on him released.
“Shane?”
Ryan asked, refusing to open his eyes.
Shane looked at the animatronics as they circled the team. They were so close he couldn’t let it end like this. But he also couldn’t reveal himself. He panicked, his eyes began to turn a deep red as he looked around for another way out. But those kids, they wouldn’t get out of his head. They were so loud.
“OH JUST STOP IT”
He screamed, and they listened. The voices were silent, and Ryan opened his eyes. Shane grabbed his arm again and yanked him to the doors.
The owner opened them up just as Ryan and Shane made it back outside. Though Shane was prepared to barrel through the glass if necessary.
Ryan fell to his knees as they finally made it to the end, and laughed in morbid relief.
“Hey! You guys made it! Did ya have fun?” The owner smiled at them.
Shane helped Ryan up, and glared at the owner. He ripped the badge off his shirt, and slammed it against the man’s chest.
“We’re suing.”
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『Boku No Hero Academia』
Fluff Headcanons
↬ When your crush saw what you saved their contact number as
Pairing: Chisaki Kai (Overhaul) & Amajiki Tamaki
Warning: Just floof
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1k
Note:
-Quirkless AU (but Chisaki is still a yakuza boss)
-F!Reader
Request: For your last post , can you do Kai Chiskai , Tamaki Amajiki, Tsukishima Kei & Kageyama Tobio? Sorry if these are too much characters!! You can two from each fandom if you’d like , Tsym if you do🥺💘💞 have a lovely morning/afternoon/night💝💖 mwah😚 -@keigoslut
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A/N: kdkdksk thanks for the request max! I litrrally hasnt written for bnha in a longggggg time,, did i miss it? yeAhhh kinda? Also i realized the only fic ive written for kai is a crackfic so,,, 🤡🤡 also im so sorry but i made this a female reader-- uhm, just tell me if u want a gn reader
↬ Chisaki Kai
➳ Okay, okay so like, he’s not the type to snoop around your privacy or something
➳ But he was just looking for you and since he’s a busy man, he’s not going to waste his time, searching the whole headquarters for you
➳ So, he called your phone number (like any normal person would)
➳ He heard it coming from one of the meeting rooms and he went there just to see no one
➳ But he saw your phone on the table
➳ You probably left it there or something
➳ He was about to end the call when he saw his contact name on your phone
➳ “Germaphobic hottie”
➳ Then suddenly boom!
➳ You rushed into the room and were like,
➳ “Ah, I accidentally left my phone here...”
➳ You saw Kai holding your phone and said,
➳ “Oh! Chisaki-san! That’s my phone. I accidentally left that here, sorry.”
➳ You were confused as to why he was just, frozen in his place??
➳ After a moment, he gave you your phone and said,
➳ “That’s quite a name you put for my contact number.”
➳ This time, YOU’RE the one who was frozen in your place.
➳ *insert surprised pikachu face*
➳ “I-- Excuse me, what????”
➳ You checked your phone and sure enough, his contact name showed up in your notification for missed calls.
➳ You were so sure you’re gonna pass out any moment at that time
➳ “Well, I suppose it won’t hurt to change yours on mine as well.”
➳ Your brain literally said head empty and you weren’t even listening to what Kai had said until he showed his phone screen in front of you
➳ You read what was the name on your contact and it was,
➳ “Troublesome Beauty”
➳ You literally agdhxsjldmsjcj right there and Kai just casually put back his phone in his pocket
➳ He was about to leave you alone in the meeting room when oops, he forgot he had something to say to you
➳ Actually I did too---
➳ “By the way, Y/N, I need you to finish up your report and send it to me ASAP.”
➳ Jokes on you for thinking he was gonna say something romantic or even ask you out
➳ “Oh, and one more thing,”
➳ He turned to you with his hand on the meeting room door, his sharp gaze sent your heart fluttering.
➳ “I’d like for you to join me for dinner. At 6 pm, sharp. Don’t even dare to come even a minute later.”
➳ With that warning, he left you alone in that room
➳ Did you just scored yourself a date with your crush who is also your boss?
➳ Maybe…. Who knows…
➳ But you do know that you’re so freaking giddy about this, dinner (which could possibly be a date) with Kai
↬ Tamaki Amajiki
➳ This boy saw it on accident while he was behind you
➳ You, for some reason, were scrolling through your messages with Tamaki (cause they’re so freaking cute and looking at them gave you serotonin boost DUH)
➳ Tamaki originally only planned to greet you from behind but seeing you so caught up in looking at your phone, his curiosity got the better of him and he peeked behind to see what were you looking at
➳ And hoooo boi
➳ You looking at your text messages with Tamaki isn’t that weird by itself but what really grabbed his attention was his contact name on your phone
➳ “Soon-to-propose Sunshine 💖”
➳ He was shocked to say the least, and he just stood there and stared at that name
➳ Finally you noticed a shadow looming behind you so you turned back only to see Tamaki staring at your phone
➳ “T- TAMAKI! DIDN’T NOTICE YOU THERE! AHAHAHA!”
➳ You could feel your whole face heating up and you quickly hide your phone away
➳ “HE DIDN’T SEE THAT JUST NOW, RIGHT?? THERE’S NO WAY HE DID. THAT’S CRAZY OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE”
➳ “Uhm, Y/N….”
➳ “AHAHA!! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME?! GOSH, I’M LATE TO MY PART TIME JOB! AHAHA!”
➳ "But Y/N, you said today's your day-off---"
➳ "D-diiiiiid I say that?? Well, it's a...an emergency! Yes! An emergency cause…..my friend….Freddy! You know, our ol pal Freddy ahaha!! He lost his eyeballs somewhere! I mean-- his glasses! Yes, his glasses! He lost it and can't come to work! So I gotta cover the shift for him!"
➳ Tamaki went silent at that, and he looked down at the floor. You felt bad for lying to him, but god, were you relieved to see him believing that made up excuse
➳ You just...weren't ready to tell him about your crush on him now
➳ You quickly packed your thing, and silently thanked your quick thinking. At this point, your face was already heating up due to the embarrassment and panic
➳ You were about to go when Tamaki called out to you
➳ He then showed his phone to you, and you could feel your heart stopped beating for a moment
➳ It was an Instagram story of Freddy (as seen on his nametag) during his lunch break at your part time job
➳ Booom! There goes your cover. You silently groaned in defeat and slumped back into your chair, your arms covering your reddening face
➳ "I'm…..sorry I lied, Tamaki…. I don't even actually know I had a coworker named Freddy."
➳ Tamaki was silent for a long time before he put a comforting hand on your shoulders
➳ “Can you….tell me —honestly— why did you put my contact name as that? Is it because...”
➳ He stopped mid-sentence and played with his fingers with his eyes still glued towards the floor
➳ You already knew what he wanted to say, so you just nodded curtly at him
➳ “Yes, I uhm….I like you, Tamaki, for quite some time now...”
➳ Yes, the confession was awkward, and you wanted to die at most but what caught you off guard was Tamaki's reaction
➳ Boy, does he look happy
➳ “R-really?? Me too! I like you too, Y/N. I’m really happy you feel the same.”
➳ omg can we all just agree he’s the most precious being
➳ Your face was red and you could feel your lips slowly forming into a smile.
➳ “I was worried for nothing then...”
#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha x reader#bnha chisaki#bnha chisaki kai#chisaki kai#bnha overhaul#bnha overhaul x reader#bnha chisaki x reader#chisaki kai x reader#bnha tamaki#tamaki amakiji#tamaki x reader#overhaul x reader#tamaki amajiki x reader#bnha tamaki amajiki#bnha tamaki x reader#bnha headcanons#bnha fluff#boku no hero headcanons
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RID15 X FANAF 4
WARNING:SUICIDE COMING IN AND MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES
{Some peeps won’t understand a few thing because put in some lore in}
*At the car*
Russel and Denny are arguing at the car if they should reveal Chris about them.
Russel: Dad we should really tell Chris,it looks to impossible when we hide from the autobots.
Denny: N O
Russel: Please
Denny: Ok fine! But if anything goes wrong you be in trouble mister.
Russel: Dad I swear nothing will happen.
*At the scrapyard*
Bumblebee see’s Denny and Russel.Bumblebee notice’s a little human boy that he doesn’t recognize at all.
Bumblebee: Hey Russel and Denny hows it going.
Denny: Good,but we have to reveal something to you,we were asked to babysit Chris,oh and I have to tell you something real quick in private.
Denny talk a bit with Bumblebee that Chris have some mental health issues.Bumblebee understands and proceeds to get ready to introduce himself to the kid.
Denny: Chris! can you come out of the car there is someone we would like to introduce you to.
*Chris proceeds to get out of the car*
Denny: Chris,this is Bumblebee.
Chris steps back a little with tears in his eyes before running into the car and trying to hide from Bumblebee.
Bumblebee is confused before he realizes that this is one of the mental health issues that he has.
Sideswipe comes in and see’s whats going on.
Sideswipe: Hey Bumblebee,whats going on here,I heard something.
Russel: Chris come out of the car,the autobots are not the same as the animatronic,its ok they wont hurt you.
Chris slowly walks out of the car nervously before looking at the autobots.Chris realizes that they are not the same as the animatronics.
Russel gives Chris a tour of the scrapyard and introduces Fixit.
Fixit notices the little human boy, “Russel,who is this?”
Russel: Chris this is Fixit
Fixit: Hi Chris,I hope we cound get a- a- along with each other.
Russel and Chris are now vibin at the scrapyard
*2 hours later*
Strongarm and the rest of the team just came back from patrol.When Chris met Jetstorm and Slipstream.The 2 minicons got too excided and scared Chris off to Russel.
Drift scolds his minicons about what they have done.Russel explained that Chris has mental health issues and this is one of them.
*9:00 PM*
Chris wakes up from one of his illusions.”No! Please! I don’t want to go!”
Illusion: “Don’t you remember what you saw.”
Chris: ”Please let me out!”
Chris: “Please help me,HELP ME!”
Illusion: “Tomorrow is another day Chris.”
Chris faints from his illusions
Steeljaw is planning to get Russel as bait to threaten the autobots to free the deceptacon from the pods.
Steeljaw sneaks in and doesn’t get caught.The pack tries to find Russel for bait.Steeljaw see’s Chris,a human that he hasn’t seen before.”Ah,well what do he have here. “Thunderhoof,Fracture forget Russel well take this fleshie.”
*8:00 AM*
Russel wakes up and notices that Chris is not there.Russel tells Denny and they searched all around the scrapyard.They tell Bumblebee imeadietly that Chris is missing.”Fixit check the security system.”
*Back at Steeljaw’s base*
Chris wakes up and see’s that he’s not in the scrapyard
Chris: “Russel? Denny? is anyone there?”
Steeljaw: “Oh,the little fleshie has woken up.”
Chris: (Please you don’t understand.)
Chris imeadietly gets up to go in the corner while tearing up
Chris: “NO BROTHER please don’t do this again”
Steeljaw: “Brother? what are you talking about?”
Chris: “PLEASE HELP IM SCARED”
Steeljaw is confused until Thunderhoof steps in to see whats going on.
Thuderhoof: “Ay Steeljoo,somethings wrong with the kid,I don’t know that much about humans,but I'm pretty sure that's not how a human child should behave.”
Chris see’s a chance to escape Steeljaw and Thunderhoof.Chris yeets himself out of the base as fast as he can.
Eventually Chris finds a narrow balcony and tries to commit suicide there.
Chris: ”Maybe I should just die,nobody understands me anyway.”
Steeljaw tells everyone to stay here in the base except for Thunderhoof.
*At the Scrapyard*
Bumblebee: “Fixit Check Chris’s signal.”
Fixit: “He’s at Steeljaw’s base,he did escape his grasp,but something not right,he’s at a narrow balcony...NO ca- ca- ca- BE.”
EVERYONE: ”WHAT?!”
Fixit: “Chris is gonna throw himself off the balcony,YOU HAVE TO GO OUT NOW”
Bumblebee: “Team lets rev and roll out QUICKLY!”
*Meanwhile at the Balcony*
Chris tries commit suicide and drown himself,eventually Steeljaw and Thunderhoof are shocked of the what this Human Child is gonna do.
Thunderhoof grabs the human child before he jumps of.
Thunderhoof: “AYO,WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TRYIN TO DO IS CRAZY.”
Chris: “WHY did you save me...”
Thunderhoof: “I maybe a deceptcon but,this isn’t right....”
Steeljaw: “OK THATS IT,THUNDERHOOF WERE TAKING THE HUMAN BACK.”
Steeljaw announces that they’re canceling the plan and dropping of the human to the scarpyard.
While Steeljaw and Thunderhoof were driving Chris to the Scrapyard seeing what they just saw.
Chris: “Where are you taking me?!!?”
Thunderhoof: “WERE TAKING YOU BACK,you’re not commiting suicide.”
The Autobots cross with the 2 cons stopping on there tracks.
Steeljaw: “TAKE THE HUMAN CHILD WE DON’T NEED HIM ANYMORE?!”
Chris runs up to Bumblebee.Bumblebee makes shure that Chris is ok and they go back to the scrapyard.
*At the scrapyard*
Sideswipe & Strongarm: “ARE YOU CRAZY?!”
Chris: “IM SORRY,ill promise not to do it again”
Denney gets a call from Chris’s father that he’s picking up Chris.
Denny: “Chris get ready,your dad is comming to pick you up.”
William is near the scarpyard and see’s Denny with Chris and stops the car to pick him up.
William: “Chris how did it go.”
Chris: “Good...”
*the next day*
Russel wakes up and decides to turn on the TV and little did he know Chris was murdered by his own brother.
Reporter: “A young 8 year old child was killed by his own brother in Freddy Fazbears Dinner.”
Reporter: “His brother tells us that ‘he didn’t mean to kill his brother,it was only just a joke.’”
Reporter: “We have footage from the security camera how this massecere happened...”
Russel go’s outside and tears up a little,Sideswipe notices this and comes up to him.
Russel: “Chris is dead..”
Sideswipe: “tech, what you talking about Chris isn’t dead,his father just picked him up”
Russel takes out his phone and shows him the camera footage.
Sideswipe is shocked of what had happened and tries to calm down Russel a little.
Bee checks on Russel to see why he is crying a little.Russel tells Bumblebee about Chris and Bee is Sorry for Russel.
Bee: “Chris is now in a better place,he will be ok.”
Russel: “Are you shure?”
Bee: “Ya”
END
#RID15 X FANAF 4#RID15#FANAF 4#Bumblebee#Strongarm#Sideswipe#Grimlock#Drift#Slipstream#Jetstorm#Fixit#Russel#Denny#Steeljaw#Thunderhoof#Fracture#Divebomb#Airazor#Quillfire#Underbite#Clampdown
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Inception: The Movies and Comics Fans Think It Ripped Off
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They say there’s nothing new under the sun and that Hollywood is bereft of fresh ideas. But sometimes truly innovative films are unfairly accused of being derivative just because they put a new twist on an age old concept. Such is the case with Christopher Nolan’s 2010 film Inception, which is receiving fresh scrutiny now that it’s streaming on Netflix for longtime fans as well as those who missed it in theaters the first time around.
Sometimes the chronology of inspiration doesn’t quite line up as neatly as skeptics would like to think. Even though Inception was released in 2010, Nolan had presented a treatment to Warner Bros. about “dream stealers” in 2002 before shelving it to work on other projects. With that in mind, could the following properties have inspired the Academy Award winning film as some have theorized, and if not, how else could the similarities be explained?
Paprika (2006)
Satoshi Kon’s surreal science fiction anime, Paprika, is often brought up as a possible inspiration for Inception. Even allowing for Nolan’s aforementioned development period, the animated film is actually based on a 1993 novel of the same name, so the fact that an earlier story used a type of technology to induce a shared dream state raises some eyebrows. But how much do these two films really have in common?
Two scenes in Paprika draw particular attention from those who think Nolan stole the idea. One is the use of a hotel corridor that appears to defy the laws of physics. In Inception, the fight scene which follows Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s Arthur as he tries to keep his team alive while the falling van in the dream level above him wreaks havoc with gravity is a hallmark of the movie. Detective Konokawa’s recurring dream is also central to the anime, but the warping floor doesn’t really create the same effect. And honestly, hallways are regular fodder for dream sequences.
The other commonality is more subtle, but it involves breaking open a new area of the dream. Elliot Page experiments with the dreamscape in Inception by swinging a giant mirror between a pair of columns and then shattering it, while the titular character in Paprika widens a cracked opening between two different dreams. Perhaps it’s because both characters wear red and tentatively reach out a hand to the opening that people draw a parallel between the films, but the similarities end there. The chaotic nature of Kon’s dream narrative otherwise bears little resemblance to Nolan’s ordered dream architecture.
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The Dream of a Lifetime (2002)
It seems silly to even consider a Donald Duck comic as inspiration for a mind-bender like Inception, but it’s hard to deny the coincidental parallels that appear in Uncle Scrooge #329, published in 2004 in America two years after its Danish release, which was also the same year Nolan presented his treatment. “The Dream of a Lifetime” in this comic also uses a machine to invade Scrooge McDuck’s dream for the purposes of stealing his money.
The similarities are more prevalent in this story, which follows the villainous Beagle Boys as they use a stolen psychiatric tool (which was also how Paprika presented its technology) to extract the safe combination from Scrooge in his dream and steal his fortunes. Inception undeniably also uses a safe combination to entrap its subject, Cillian Murphy’s Fischer, who is heir to his father’s company, and the coincidences don’t end there.
“The Dream of a Lifetime” also presents its set of rules for the dream, just as Inception does. Whereas Nolan’s film talks about deep dreamers getting trapped in Limbo, the comic presents the danger of Scrooge waking up first, which would trap the Beagle Boys inside his mind forever, driving the old miser mad. However, dream subjects in Inception protect themselves with subconscious projections, whereas Scrooge is vulnerable to simply confessing the combination in his open dream state. The presence of rules is similar, but the rules themselves are not. Nolan did not rob Scrooge.
Dreamscape (1984)
Putting aside Freddie Krueger and the “dream warriors” of A Nightmare on Elm Street, the ’80s were filled with movies exploring other planes of existence, and Dreamscape shares a few similarities with Inception and the other properties on this list. The film again presents its dream-sharing technology as a medical tool that is then exploited, but it requires the use of psychic ability as well to enter the minds of others.
At this point, it should be clear that using technology to enter a dream is not a new idea, but Inception certainly can’t be accused of doing anything more than putting a twist on an exploitable core concept. Dreamscape presented a rule that dying while asleep would cause you to die in real life, which Nolan’s film circumvented through its use of Limbo, and other than that, the similarities fade quickly upon closer examination.
Last Year in Marienbad (1961)
Nolan has wisely ignored all accusations that he stole his idea for Inception from earlier works, but he did admit to watching Last Year in Marienbad, a movie with a dreamlike narrative that skips around in time in a very fluid manner. Aside from using another hotel corridor, the film’s story bears no resemblance to Inception, and even though Nolan watched the movie the year his film was released, he knew people would still question his influences.
“Everyone was accusing me of ripping it off, but I actually never got around to seeing it,” he told a New York Times reporter. “Funnily enough, I saw it and I’m like, ‘Oh, wow. There are bits of Inception that people are going to think I ripped straight out of Last Year at Marienbad.”
Fortunately, Nolan realizes it’s all part of a natural process of film analysis some moviegoers thrive on. “Basically, what it means is I’m ripping off the movies that ripped off Last Year at Marienbad, without having seen the original. It’s that much a source of ideas, really, about the relationships between dream and memory and so forth, which is very much what Inception deals with.”
Nolan got the last laugh in the end, though, adding, “But we have way more explosions.”
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Billy Batson x Fem!Reader
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Fandom: Shazam!
Pairing: Billy Batson x Fem!Reader
Warning: mentions of abuse, angst with fluff ending, neglect, mentions of depression, and language. Billy might be ofc.
A/n: if any of you suffer from anything like this, it’s not your fault there are just bad people in the world. Just tell a person or talk about it to someone.
Don’t Read if it’s too much
Also video game reference: comment if you know what game it is no looking it up
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I laid there in my bed, looking at my phone. My parents never cared about me, nor did my older brother and sister. So I basically had to do everything myself.
Feed myself, and buy clothes for myself, and find a way to school. Which means I always had to leave early in the morning just to get to school on time.
But some days I’m late, and one week I was an hour late. And I got in trouble, I tried to explain but they said, “I should’ve left early” which I did. But the subway was delayed.
They of course called my parents, and when I got home I got a hard slap across the face. And it bruised.
I had to go to school with it, and when Freddy and Billy asked about it, I said, “oh, I fell. I’m really clumsy” I said, and they looked at me with a concerned look.
But I smiled reassuring them, I then looked back down at my lunch tray. I was unable to eat and just sat there looking at it.
___—___
I was walking home when I saw my brother and his girlfriend, I looked down and kept walking past him when he shoved me to the ground. Causing me to drop my homework notebooks.
I whimpered, and picked them up. And stood up to get back to the house. I looked at my hand and saw a scratch.
I flopped onto the bed, and hugged my stuffed animal close to my chest. “Your the only one that understands me, mr.midnight ” I said, and I him close.
Tears brimmed my eyes, as I began to think about my terrible life. I was shy, too shy to even tell Billy I had a crush on him.
And he probably wouldn’t even like me back. I then walked over to my drawers and took out a container of ramen noodle, and heated them up.
When it was heated up, I began to eat. After I ate I heard a scratch at my door and opened it, seeing it was my cat. I picked him up, and closed the door.
“Why don’t they like me Mr.Midnight” I asked, and he just meowed. And I smiled, “Yeah, at least you love me” I said, and I curled up into bed.
Tears running down my face.
•••••
When I woke up, there was a loud alarm going off. I realized it was the fire alarm, and I began to cough. Smelling the smoke, I covered my hand over my nose, and got up from my bed.
I walked toward my door and opened it, only to see fire. I quickly closed it and ran toward my window.
“Shit! I forgot my crazy parents decided to put iron bars on my window. As if I’m Harry Potter” i said, I began to cough.
Meow
I looked down and saw Mr.Midnight and I picked him up, and held him close. I began to scream for help, I looked out the window and saw my family.
And when I saw my mothers face, she was smiling, I could barley see it but I knew she was.
I coughed, and felt the back of my throat begin to burn as the smoke entered from the bottom of my door.
“Please someone help!” I shouted, my throat beginning to burn even more.
If this was how I was going to die, i wish I got to do this.
I wish I got to tell Billy my feelings towards him.
I coughed, and held Mr.Midnight closer, crying. “Please I don’t want to die” I cried, looking out the window.
Then my door burst opened, and the fire spread, I then began to feel dizzy. My vision began to blur, and I fell to my knees.
And I blacked out.
|Billy Batson POV|
I was talking to Freddy about Y/n, while sitting on the couch with the tv on.
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with her she just seems more quiet then usually” I said, to him shaking. He’s the only one who knew about my crush on Y/n.
Ever since Freddy introduced me to her I liked her ever since. I then looked towards the TV. And saw a familiar looking house on fire.
“Wait is that, y/n’s house?” I said, and I quickly stood up out off the couch.
‘A teenager is still stuck inside’ the news reporter said.
“Holy Shit it is” Freddy exclaimed, I looked at the tv, my heart sank. I was hoping nothing happened to her.
I then looked at Freddy, “we have to go save her” I said, and he nodded.
And we left the house.
Once we arrived, we went into an alleyway and shouted Shazam.
We then flew up to Y/n’s bedroom window and I was shocked to see, iron bars on her window.
“Freddy has these always been on her window” I asked, and he just shook his head. He had the same amount of shock on his face as I did.
I pulled them off, and I looked into the window and saw Y/n. I then broke through the window, and quickly scooped up Y/n.
Freddy got her cat, and we took her to the ground. Then ambulance waiting.
“Thank you for saving my daughter” y/n’s mother said, she was crying. She then went into the ambulance with y/n.
And Freddy handed the cat to her mother.
And I didn’t know why I had a bad feeling.
Y/n’s POV
When I opened my eyes, it was so bright. But when the visions finally cleared I looked around. Finding no one in the room.
But then I heated the door opens and comibg In was my mom, “ugh, your awake” she said, and I looked at her knowing what she was going to say.
“You should’ve died, in that fire. If only if it wasn’t for those good for nothin’ super hero’s” she said, and I looked down.
“This bill is going too be expensive and you are paying for it little lady” she said, and I looked down.
“All that money your saving up for college is going for this hospital fund” she said, and I began to cry. My dream was to go to (Dream College) but all that was falling apart.
I was never going to escape my family, I wanted to just run away to a better family. A family that would welcome me with open arms. Tell me they love me, make me happy, and wanna spend time with me.
But that was all make-believe and it was never going to happen.
“Ahh your going to cry,” she said, and then she showed me a mirror.
“Look at your a total freak, kids at school are going to bully you” she said, and I saw the burns.
The right side of my face, was burned. And it was all red. I began to cry even more, knowing she was right.
“Leave her alone!” I heard a familiar voice shout, and then I looked up and realized it was Billy. And next to him was Freddy.
I smiled softly, “w-what are you guys doing here” I asked, Billy walked over to be and looked at my mother with anger in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t talk to your daughter that way” he said, and she looked at him with anger.
“Young man, you don’t talk to an adult that way” she said, her eyes piercing with anger.
“I can if your telling your own daughter that she’s a freak. And not to mention you started the fire as a way to kill your daughter” he said, and I gasped looking at my mom.
“I-is that true you tried to kill me” I asked, tears brimming my eyes again. “Hmpfh, you were such a terrible daughter an ugly one too. Your father and I were so upset when we had you” She said, and I began to sniffle.
But Freddy came over and began to comfort me, that’s when I looked out at the window and saw Mary, who was like a sister to me recording the entire thing.
•time skip(lazy)•
After that my mom, brother, and father were taken into custody. And a few weeks later I was realesed from the hospital.
I was nervous to start school again, but I knew my friends were there with me. I moved in with my aunt and uncle, and the are actually nice .
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It was late at night and I had just left, a kids house I was babysitting and was about to take the subway when I was suddenly pulled into an alleyway.
“Get off me” I shouted, trying to kick the person but, “y/n it’s me Billy” I then opened my eyes. And looked at him, “jeez billy you had to scare me like that” I asked, and he shrugged his shoulders and laughed a bit.
“What is it?” I asked, and he looked at me with a nervous look.
“Okay, I have something to tell you.” He said, and I looked at him. Waiting, since I had a train to catch.
“Okay, so” he began, but couldn’t think of something to say. “Shit, this is harder than I thought” he said, and I began to get annoyed.
“Billy I’m going to miss my train, whatever it is can you tell me by phone” I asked. He looked at me I then sighed, and began to walk away until.
“Shazam!” I heard, then a giant boom. I jumped, and turned around and looked where Billy was. And what I saw was the superhero I see on tv.
“Ah, Billy is that you?” I asked, and i looked at him. Nodded, and I laughed in amazement.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, I got closer and looked at him. He was much taller than me. I wanted to get a closer look at the lighting bolt on his chest.
I stood on my tippy toes, and brought my fingers to get. And smiled, feeling the electricity. Gently tickle my finger tips.
I then looked up at him, “wow, so my best friend is a super hero” I said, and he looked down at me with a smile.
“Okay, Billy. I have something to give to you and I need you to turn back into a fourteen year old.” I said, and he nodded. And I backed away, “Shazam!” He said, and I watched as he turned back into his normal self.
I walked back towards him and looked him in the eyes, it was quick. But I kissed him on the lips, but it was a peck. “That’s for saving my life.” I said, with a smile. And giggled at his shocked face.
“And~” I began, I then gave him a longing kiss on the lips. I then felt arms wrap around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
We then both reluctantly pulled apart, “that’s for sticking up for me.” I said, and I smiled. He looked at me, his face red. And I chuckled, “well since this made me miss my train. You owe me” I said, and he sighed.
“Ugh, fine” he said, and “Shazam!” He said, and I smiled. As he picked me up bridal style. Taking me to my aunt and uncles house.
A/n: sorry that it sucks.
The cats name, Mr.Midnight is from Fran Bow
#fanfic#billy batson x reader#asher angel#Shazam!#Shazam x reader#2019#DC#freddy freeman#Jack dylan grazer#i loved this movie and it was really good
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Boulevardier; Intro
ALIAS: Boulevardier
NAME: Laurin Rainer of Austria
AGE: Twenty-Nine
FACECLAIM: Freddie Fox
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cisgender Man / He/Him
Pinterest; X || Playlist; X || Aesthetic; X || Relationships; X || Musing; X
THE PAST;
It’s so easy to construe Laurin’s intentions as that of a bored child, picking away at threads in hopes of some kind of reaction when the tapestry unravels - and maybe that idea isn’t completely unfounded. Laurin was always a willful child and he couldn’t deny there was a part of him that lit up at the sight of something carefully constructed falling apart at the seams. He never meant for it to be cruel, catching sight of frustrated tears or hearing some member of staff take the fall for some broken glass or stain he caused never felt rewarding, quite the opposite. But after the guilt passed it never stopped him from starting the cycle all over again - after all, attention was attention.
Then Elisabetta came along.
There was no denying the was a pang of jealousy that hit him as all eyes turned to her. As she grew, and her shoulders showed they bore the weight of tradition more than he could ever hope too, his little games meant less and less to both himself and those around him. To fill the hole he turned to his studies, pushing his way to the top. The smiles were no longer amused and a part of him missed the sighs of exasperation, but it was nice, building something, being known in a light that wasn’t tinged with guilt - even though it was now beginning to soak in dreaded boredom. Once again, the daily grew monotonous, and Laurin began searching for something he couldn’t name. Something to reconcile both the joy he felt watching towers fall and his need to do something good. So when the found the society he’d been raised in was so carefully built around a rotting core feeding on those below - well, he just couldn’t help himself now, could he?
And then the Christmas Gala happened. He’d laughed in the face of the man who told him - already having ignored Dry’s multitude of warnings to at least wait until the other guests had arrived to start drinking. When the reality sunk in, Dry’s warnings ceased - and the rest of the night is dark. When he woke up, it was to a pounding headache and a warning that this is what so-called ‘revolutionaries’ wanted. The reports said the attack was performed by some organization with a grudge, and didn’t that feel comforting? Logically he knew this was a possibility, he’d read about bloody uprisings - God knew he’d had the stories thrown in his face more than once - but it all felt so far away. Now all his talk of uprising and the people was so stark - it felt as though his world had been pulled out from under him. So he pulled back, until he had pulled so hard everyone else was a distant concept.
When he pushed his way back into his life, it wasn’t with his sisters convictions or his mothers excellence - rather it was with the same need to tear down and rebuild as he’d always had. Not the organization, no - he couldn’t tear down what he hardly even knew. He kept up his act, careless and carrying the same righteousness he did before, but now he held an understanding that maybe there was more to this. He needed to understand why they needed to kill his father, he needs there to be some reason - something to prove that what he wants to destroy is worth destroying. That even if some things must die so much more beauty will grow from it.
PERSONALITY;
Rebellion has always been a part of Laurin, whether he likes it or not [and he does tend towards liking it]. Rules and traditions feel more like a cage than anything else, and while his sister seems to find comfort in it, tearing it to shreds seems to be one of the few things that can make him feel safe. He’s fallen head first into this since his father’s death - call it coping or call it escapism - all he knows is he’s never felt freer.
His intelligence often lends itself to arrogance, which in turn lends itself to impulsive acts. The belief that he can outsmart just about anyone or anything can often lead to carelessness and land him in hot water with his family and friends. He knows, logically, that if he continues to throw himself at dangerous situations eventually everything will catch up and he’ll find himself injured, alone, or in the same crypt as his father - but he just can’t seem to stop.
Despite his flaws, he is fiercely loyal to those he loves. He’ll fight tooth and nail to keep them safe, and would never be able to forgive himself if his actions ever hurt those he cares for. Though he likes to hide behind apathy, you’ll quickly find passion if you push a little further.
#rcyal:intro#[i'm home all day today and tomorrow and am going to be playing around with my theme so please feel free to pop on and talk to me!]
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strength
pairing: brian may x reader
word count: 5.1 k (this is the longest thing i have ever written, she's thicc)
warnings: (trigger warning) contains graphic/vivid descriptions of past abusive relationships, domestic abuse, domestic violence.
(normal warnings) smut, body worship, praise kink, A N G S T, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, just normal smutty stuff
rating: explicit
summary: brian notices how you always seem to flinch when he goes to touch you, how you never show much skin. you come clean about your past abusive relationship, fluff & smut ensues
Brian had always noticed that when he would go to touch you, you would flinch. When he would raise his voice even slightly, you would cower away. You always wore clothes that would cover the entirety of your arms, legs and stomach. You were incredibly shy, went along with everything, never wanting to make him mad. Brian had never seen you with your clothes off; no sex, no showering together, and whenever you got changed, you made sure to lock the door, then change in the bathroom and lock that door as well. Brian had always just thought you were shy, but then when you dropped a cup, it smashed and you looked up at him with wide eyes, about to say sorry he raised his hand to pet your hair down and to tell you it was okay yet he never got to say anything, you flinched away and whispered so quietly that Brian could hardly hear;
“Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t hurt me.”
His heart broke. “What? I would never hurt you. What’s wrong?” He questioned, wanting to move forward, to tug you into his arms, to hold you. You let out a little sob, and ran out of the house. “(Y/N) wait!” He tried to run after you, but when he got to the door, he saw your car pulling out of the driveway and then you were gone.
You didn’t come home for a couple of days. Brian was devastated, he didn’t know if you left him, if you needed space, he had no idea and it was crushing him. When he went into the studio two days after, his eyes were red from crying, his hair was matted and it looked like he had slept in the clothes he was wearing. He was wearing some sun glasses when he walked in, and Freddie looked up at him and smiled, “Darling! Where’s your lady? (Y/N) promised she would be here, I miss her.” Freddie looked up at him. “She ran out of the house yesterday. Haven’t seen her since.” Brian sniffled. That captured all of the guys’ attention. “What?” Roger asked standing up and walking over to Brian and Freddie, John following.
“She-she dropped a cup two days and I raised my hand to pet her hair and tell her it was fine, she flinched and said ‘Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t hurt me.’ Let out a sob, and ran out of the house. I would never hit her, I would die before I laid a hand on her.” Brian said, dropping onto the sofa and holding his head in his hands. Freddie sat beside him and laid a hand on his back as he let out a small cry. “She always flinches when I go to touch her, I’ve always wanted to ask but I never had the guts to do so. She has to know I would never dare hurt her, yeah?” Brian asked, looking at the boys. “We know you would never hurt her, or anybody for that matter, Bri. Maybe this goes deeper than what you think.” Roger spoke softly, kneeling down in front of the guitar player.
“How do you mean?” Brian asked, “Maybe she was abused in past relationships. I can’t think of another reason for someone just flinching when you go to touch them.” Roger said, patting Brian’s knee. Brian gasped, “If she was abused, I would kill whoever even thought to hurt her.” Brian said. “I’ve got to talk to her.” He spoke, standing up. “Go home and wait for her, darling. We’ll record tomorrow. We’re here if you ever need us” Freddie said. “Thanks guys.” He spoke, pulling Fred into a hug. “If she doesn’t come back, we can go out and look for her, okay?” John spoke, Brian nodded and tugged Roger and John into a quick hug then left the studio.
Brian was sitting on the couch when you got back, nursing a cup of tea. It normally would’ve been gin, but he didn’t like drinking anymore, after he got with you, and you told him how your father was an alcoholic, he stopped drinking. When the door opened, and you placed your keys on the table beside the door, he jumped up. “Baby.” He breathed, “Hi, Bri.” You spoke softly, not moving from your spot at the door. “Can we talk please?” He asked, as he looked at you. You nodded, and walked forward. He wanted so badly to reach out, to caress your cheek, to kiss your lips, but he knew that wasn’t going to fly right now.
“What happened, love? Was it something I did?” He asked as you two sat beside each other. You shook your head quickly, “No, it wasn’t something you did. You’re perfect.” You smiled at him. “Then what happened? Talk to me, baby. Please. I want to help you. You know I would never hurt you right? I would rather die.” Brian spoke, “Yes, I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s just a long story.” You said looking into his eyes. “I’ve got time.” He spoke, his hand raising slowly, to show you that he wasn’t going to hurt you, and he cupped your cheek, you flinched a small bit, but raised your hand to cover his. “Lemme get something to show you that will make this all make a little bit more sense, alright?” You asked. He nodded and you got up and walked to the bedroom.
You came back with a box in your hands, you sat down beside him, took a shaky breath and opened the box, inside were things, that looked like they had no correlation with each other, but they all did relate. You first pulled out a stack of photos. There had got to be over a hundred polaroid’s in that stack. You showed him the first picture, it was of you and this other boy, he was holding you around the waist.
“I met my last boyfriend when I was 16. He was sweet at first, he bought me flowers and chocolates and told me he loved me and all in all was a good boyfriend. Until one day, I dropped a cup, his favorite cup, and he slapped me. After, he told me he was sorry and that he loved me and he would never hit me again. I was foolish, and 17 years old and I believed him. He didn’t hit me again for a couple of months, then we got in an argument and he punched me. Square in the face. He broke my nose.” You sniffled, pulling out a different polaroid, it was of just your face, and your nose was awfully wrapped, and your under eyes were bruised terribly, blood was dried above your lip, and tears were in your eyes. Brian let out a soft growl, how dare anybody put their hands on you. He now knew why you had flinched when he raised his hand after you had dropped the cup, he felt awful about it.
“Over the months, he kept on hitting me. He hit me daily, then one night, he raped me.” You spoke, Brian gasped, he looked at you and you were shifting threw a bunch of polaroid’s, all of them of you, with different cuts and wounds on your body. “He-he kept on raping me, for months on end.” Brian had never wanted to murder anybody more than he did right now. He wanted to watch whoever this man was, bleed. He wanted to watch the light leave his eyes.
“He had never tried to kill me though, that was up until I tried to run away for the first time. He was drinking, and when he saw me try to slip out of the house, he broke a beer bottle, and raised the broken bottle at me. He said ‘If you even get one toe out of the house, I’ll kill you.’ So, I didn’t leave.” You said as you pulled out the broken beer bottle, from the box. “He left it on the ground, and I was compiling evidence against him, and this seemed like a good piece.” You said as you put the bottle back into the box.
“I took pictures of all of the wounds that I had so that I could go to the police and file a report against him. Then, when I broke up with him, or at least tried to, he told me that if I went to the police he would kill me, my family and then himself. There were so many lives on the line that I couldn’t do it. I needed my family to be safe, I needed myself to be safe. I still kept all of the evidence that I could, so that one day, if I finally grew the balls to report him, he would spend time in jail, hopefully a life time.” You said, handing Brian around 6 polaroid’s for him to look at. Some of them were scars on your stomach, your thighs, bruising on your arms, and face.
“He only ever let me out of the house to buy him food, and he threatened to kill me and then rape my corpse if I didn’t come back.” You said, “That’s how I got the polaroid’s to keep on taking pictures of everything that he did to me.” You spoke, taking the polaroid’s back, seeing how Brian’s face just got angrier and angrier by the minute.
“Then, I had enough. The day that he let me out of the house to get him some food, I went to the police station and filed a report, and a restraining order. The cops came, arrested him, I gave them the box and polaroid’s for evidence. When he was being dragged away, he shouted “I’ll kill ya when I get out! I should’ve killed you that day I broke that glass bottle, I was about to, I swear, and I shoulda” That statement, and all of the evidence I had against him, put him in jail for life. No parole either. I got the box back when the trial was done, and I was going to throw it away and leave that part of my life behind me, but I wanted to remember that I got over it. That I was strong enough.” You said closing the box.
“You’ve never seen me without clothes on that cover my entire body because of my scars. They litter all of my skin. I hate them. I hate my body because of them. Some are long, some are deep, some are short. They are just everywhere though. I never show my skin because I’m so scared of being judged.” You said, wiping away a tear that had managed to leak its way out of your eye. “Oh baby. I would never judge you. Ever. I love you to fucking much to ever judge you.” He said, caressing your cheek, you flinched and then relaxed. “Why do you flinch when I go to touch you?” He questioned curiously, you knew this was coming. You knew he was bound to be confused that every time he tried to touch his girlfriend, she would flinch.
“He never touched me sweetly; with love. He always only had one thought it mind; to hurt me, to rape me, to violate me. I’m not used to being touched with love.” You spoke, shrugging your shoulders as you looked up at him. “I will only evertouch you with love. Nothing else.” Brian said, “I know.” You whispered. “I’m sorry.” You said looking down. He got on his knees in front of you, “No, no, no. You don’t have to be sorry at all. None of this is your fault, it’s all that bastards fault. He deserves to rot in prison, he deserves everything he got when you turned him in. He’s scum. Nothing more. Pure scum. Never say sorry for this, ever. You had no control over the situation. It wasn’t your fault.” Brian said, as he cupped your face, making you look at him. You nodded and turned your head and pressed a kiss to his palm. “I love you. Thank you for being so supportive, thank you for not judging me.” You spoke softly. “I love you to, baby girl.” Brian said, leaning forward and giving you a kiss.
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You stared at your naked body in the mirror, the door was locked obviously. “Hey, baby. You almost done?” Brian called, knocking on the door softly. Ever since you told him about everything, you flinched less when he touched you, knowing he would never hurt you, and his protectiveness shot through the roof.
“Yeah, just give me a couple of minutes, Bri.” You said back, running your hands over your scarred stomach. “Everything alright, love?” He asked, “Yeah, I’m okay.” You said smiling, “Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done.” He said and you heard him walking away.
You wanted to be with Brian, in the most intimate way possible. You were still scared that he would find you disgusting, even though deep down you knew he would never. “It’s okay, you can do this. He loves you.” You said, running your finger along the longest scar that you had. It was jagged, and had been made with the shard of a glass bottle, that your abusive ex had broken, with the intent to hurt you; he succeeded.
You walked over to your cupboard, and pulled out a small bag that you had hidden in the back, underneath some suitcases. It was lingerie. You bought it for the small chance that you would be able to be intimate with Brian. It was black, lacy and one of the sexiest things you had ever laid your eyes on. You pulled the set on your body in front of the mirror, glaring at one of the scars that was on your leg. You smiled in the mirror, trying to feel some type of confidence. You nodded at yourself, and walked over to Brian’s cupboard, and pulled out one of his white button ups. You pulled it on yourself and buttoned up half of the buttons before walking back to the mirror.
“You can do this, he loves you, he thinks you’re beautiful.” You spoke softly to yourself, before nodding once more and unlocking the bedroom door and walking out. “Bri,” You called as you walked into the kitchen. “What’s up, dar-“ He trailed off when he saw you, the magazine he was reading dropped out of his hands. “Oh my,” He breathed out, his eyes running over you over and over again. One of your arms was dangling by your side and you reached out with your other arm and wrapped your hand around your elbow trying to cover yourself; but to no avail. Brian got up from his seat and walked towards you. “My God, you’re-you’re perfect.” Brian said, his hands coming up to cup your neck.
You giggled softly, “I want to be with you. In the most intimate way possible.” You breathed looking up at the tall man, he laughed a breathy laugh and leant down and kissed you. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, baby.” He said against your lips, leaning down to pick you up. “You’ve got it now.” You spoke as you wrapped your legs around him. He walked you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. He stood above you for some time, and just looked at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and all mine.” He said, his eyes running over you, your hair was disheveled and you were breathing heavily as you looked up at him.
“Can unbutton the shirt, love?” He questioned, he didn’t want to do anythingwithout your permission/consent. You nodded, “I need to hear it, darling.” He said, gazing down at you. “Yes, go ahead, Bri.” You spoke. He leant down and unbuttoned the shirt, pulling you up slightly so that he could get it off of you. “Fuck, you look so good in my clothes, but I bet you look even better underneath.” He breathed, he tugged the shirt off and threw it to the side and gazed down at you. “Fuuuuck.” He moaned when he saw what was underneath. “Hmm, you’re gorgeous.” He said, he ran his fingers over a scar. You flinched slightly and he went to retract his hand, but you pulled it back, and let him run his fingers over your stomach.
You took his hand, and led it downwards, he cupped your clothed core and you sighed. It had been so long since someone touched you like that; with love. He pulled you slightly, so that your core was at the edge of the bed, your legs and feet dangling over. He kneeled down, and looked at your pussy. “So pretty,” He muttered, pressing an open mouth kiss to your clothed heat, pulling your panties down your legs. He gazed back up at you and nearly fell over when he saw you supporting yourself on your elbows, looking down at him with lust filled eyes, and biting your bottom lip. “Goodness,” He whispered, turning his gaze back to your heat.
“Is this okay, my love?” He questioned, raising a hand and running a finger down your pussy lips. “Yeah, mhm, more than okay.” You gasped out. “Mmm, you’re so wet for me already.” He groaned out as he pressed down on your clit, you fell back onto the bed, gasping. It had been so long since someone touched you the way Brian did. He grinned at your reaction. He leant forward, and licked a long strip down your dripping heat.
His cock was aching against his trousers. But tonight was all about you, so he settled for rutting against the bed. He sucked your clit into his mouth, “Fuck Bri,” You moaned, knotting a hand in his hair. “That good?” He asked, pushing his tongue into your entrance. “Yeah, yeah. That’s real good. Keep doing that.” You muttered, running one of your hands down your body, and rubbing at your clit as he fucked you with his mouth. He looked up and saw you massaging your clit, and holding yourself up on one elbow to get a better look. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped, one of his hands falling to his crotch as he palmed himself and watched as you slowly slipped one finger into your heat, then another. You let out a quiet moan, and Brian swore to God that he nearly came right then and there.
“Lemme taste, baby.” He said, and you pulled your fingers out, and he immediately latched onto them, like a baby with a bottle. He sucked your fingers, and pulled off of them with a pop, “God, you taste good.” He said, rutting against the bed some more. You noticed what he was doing and let a small smirk take over your face. “Stand up for me.” You murmured, and he immediately did what was asked of him. You kneeled on the bed, and slowly took off your bra, becoming self-conscious. You threw it to the side and covered your breasts with your hands. “No, no, no, baby. Lemme see.” Brian said, and moved your hands aside. “Fuck, look at these perfect fuckin’ tits. Shit.” He spoke, and cupped them. You gasped, “Oh,” You moaned out, you didn’t know that you were sensitive there.
You looked down and noticed his boner, you smirked, getting an idea. You we’re now fully naked, but with the way Brian was reacting to your body, your confidence, that you had lost long ago, was coming back. You leaned down, pushing your ass into the air, and unzipped his pants, his cock straining painfully against them. You pushed his pants down and then his boxers, and his dick slapped against his stomach. You smiled as Brian pushed his pants and boxers off his ankles and to the other side of the room, you took your time, paying no mind to his aching cock as you unbuttoned his shirt. You took that off and leant up and left a soft kiss at his shoulder, his cupped your face and pushed his lips to yours, not being able to take it for any longer.
You smiled, pulled away and leant down and kitten licked the tip. His head fell back and his hands instinctively wrapped around your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. He wanted to watch you though, he wanted to watch this beautiful woman, the most beautiful human being he was sure that ever existed, suck him off. You took more of him into your mouth and he groaned out, “Baby, that feels so good. You’re so good at that.” He moaned, you hummed around his cock, the vibrations making him gasp. You we’re rubbing yourself on a pillow that you had grabbed and put under you to make you more comfortable, but you realized that giving Brian a blowjob was just making you even hornier, so you began to hump the pillow. Brian nearly fell the fuck over when he saw what you we’re doing, and couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you got yourself off on the pillow. You bobbed your head a bit, and Brian made sure not to push your head down, not wanting to cause you any discomfort. He tugged on your hair just slightly, and you sighed around him and took him as deep into your mouth as you could.
Brian was huge, that was for sure. You couldn’t get him all in your mouth, so you wrapped your hands what was left and gave him a hand job. He let out an almost animalistic growl, and looked down at you as you looked up at him threw your lashes. He smiled and rubbed his thumb against your cheek as you deep throated him. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fuckin’ hot.” He moaned. You giggled, “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to cum, and I want to cum while I’m inside you.” He said, pulling on your head gently to pull you off of his cock, you whined slightly.
“Lay back for me, lemme get a view of your perfect fucking body.” Brian groaned out, as you laid back, pulling the pillow out from underneath you and tossing it on the floor. It would need to be washed later anyways. He placed one knee on the bed, and wrapped a hand around his length as he watched you. He ran his eyes over all of the scars on your body, once again feeling the overwhelming need to murder the man who did this to you, then his eyes found yours and the thought went away and was replaced by pure love. You we’re biting your bottom lip as you looked up at him, breathing heavily, and your eyes filled with love, you we’re the most beautiful creature Brian had ever laid his eyes on.
“You’re so fukin’ perfect, baby.” He said, and leant down and left kisses all along your body, making sure to kiss each and every scar that littered your body. He said things along the lines of;
“Perfect.”
“Gorgeous girl.” “God, I love you.”
“Your tits are fuckin’ perfect, baby girl.”
“You deserve the world.”
“I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
And so on. He was looking at you like you had just thrown the stars that he loved so much up into the sky and you reveled in it. “Bri, need you inside me. Please.” You spoke, he didn’t need to be asked twice and he moved up your body, and grabbed a hold of his cock and held it at your entrance. “Are you sure? Do you want this?” He asked, once again needing your consent. You nodded, “Words, baby. I need to hear you say it.” Brian gasped, pumping himself. “Yes. Yes, please.” You moaned, “Don’t have a condom,” Brian swore, “No, don’t want one. Want you raw, want you to cum in me. ‘M on birth control.” You said, Brian didn’t know when you got on the pill, but one you said ‘want you raw, want you to cum in me’ he nearly collapsed from joy. “Jesus fucking Christ that was so hot.” He breathed, and pushed himself into you.
You gasped from the pain that quickly turned into pleasure, “More, deeper Bri, please.” You spoke. He nodded and pushed further into you, “God, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He breathed, opened his eyes and nearly came right then and there. You were laying there, your hair spread around you like a halo, light from the window streaming down on you, breathing heavily, your mouth agape as you let out a moan. You looked like a fucking angel. “Shit, you look so good. Fuck you’re beautiful.” He said, leaning down and kissing you. You responded, wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered in his ear, “Fill me up all the way, you feel so good.” You groaned.
You both knew that you weren’t going to last long, but Brian was determined to hit your g-spot, and once he did, you cried out in ecstasy. “Bri, yes Bri. There, right there. That feels so fucking good.” You said, your hand reaching down to touch yourself. “Awh, fuck.” He moaned watching your hand. He kept hitting that special spot, and he was about ready to cum 10 minutes ago but he wanted you to go first, wanted to see that look upon your face. “I’m gonna-gonna cum.” You groaned, “Yes, cum for me, baby girl.” He moaned out.
You came, a look of pure bliss on your face. “Fuck, I’m cumming, baby.” Brian said, following after you, he pumped hot ropes of his seed into you, and you gasped feeling him fill you up. It was the best sex that the both of you had ever had, and you felt so good. Brian was about to pull out until you stopped him, “Wait, stay in me please. Need to feel you. Feels so good.” You whispered quietly, he nodded and relaxed himself on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush you.
He heard you let out a small cry, and you were so embarrassed. He pulled out and you whined, “Baby, what’s the matter? You alright?” He asked, sitting up against the back board and pulling you into his arms. “I’m fine, you’re just so fucking sweet, I love you so much. You treat me better than anybody ever has and I love you so fucking much for it.” You said, he rested his forehead on yours. “I love you to, baby girl. I love you so fucking much it hurts.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.
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You began to get more and more confident, only being fueled by the love Brian supplied you with, that one day, you walked out of your bedroom, in a pair of jeans, and one of brains t-shirts on. Your bare arms we’re showing, and though that might have been nothing for someone else, it was a huge step for you. You were terrified of going out in public, showing off all of the scars that littered your body, so you asked Brian if you could go to the recording studio with him, wanting to see all the boys. “Yes, yes. Of course.” Brian said, shocked at seeing your arms, knowing that showing the band some of your scars we’re huge, and he was so proud of you for it.
You hadn’t seen the boys in ages, and they all missed you greatly. When you walked in, Freddie nearly screamed in joy. “(Y/N)!” He screamed, running over to you and pulling you into a hug. You giggled and hugged him back, he pulled away, running his hands over your bare arms, he noticed the scars, and just smiled at you. “You look marvelous as always, darling.” He smiled, laying a kiss upon your cheek. “Thank you, Freddie. As do you.” You smiled, “I know I do!” He laughed and walked back to where he was sitting.
Brian had told the boys about your abusive ex, with your permission of course, he nor did you want the boys to be shocked if you ever came to them wearing a piece of clothing that would show all of your scars. “(Y/N)! Pretty girl, how are you?” Roger asked, running over with a giant smile on his face and picking you up in his arms and twirling you around, he set you down, ran his hands down your arms, over your scars and smiled. “I’m good, Rog.” You giggled. You and Roger had always been super close, he was always super protective and viewed you as his little sister.
John was last and he came bounding over, “You look great, love!” He smiled, pulling you into his arms, and whispering in your ear, “I’m so proud of you. You have so much strength,” Pulling back he smiled at you. “Thank you, Deaky.” You giggled. “No problem, dear.” He smiled. A tear slipped out of your eye and you giggled, “I love you all so much,” You laughed, and everyone smiled and Freddie pulled you all into a group hug, simultaneously shouting “Group Hug!” You laughed as everyone wrapped their arms around each other.
Though it was hard, you were gaining your strength back, and Brian was always going to be right by your side as you did so.
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It’s Late (Ch 3)
A/N: Last chapter, my loves. You made it. This is all still fictional. Should line up with the Jazz and Crazy tours. Enjoy!
Warnings: swearing?, children, it’s cute (you’ve reached the fluff), good luck
Word Count: 2k
Ch 1 - Ch 2
Roger seemed to cling to you and Roxie in the coming months.
The band was recording their next album and the rhythm section seemed to spend a lot of time together to get the timing down. You spent even more time with Veronica than usual to help keep Robert occupied while she settled in with the newest addition to the family. This meant lots of dinners at the Deacon residence with you, Roger, Roxie, Robert, Veronica, John, and little Michael.
One day, after the recording was finished, Roger finally revealed why he’s been around so often.
“Y/N, I know that you probably don’t trust rockstars anymore,” a huge understatement really, “but I was hoping that just the two of us could grab dinner one day? Before the tour starts?” Roger Taylor had really just asked you on a date. Like a proper date. In front of your best friend’s house, no less.
“Roger . . .” You had to admire the guts it took to even ask. He knew your history, the whole band did. John refused to let Brian hide a damned thing from any of them. “Roger, I just . . . I know that you know what happened. But I can’t let you get close to us like that if you don’t intend to stay.” The tour would be starting in a few weeks. Just enough time for him to get close and then leave you alone. You could see it all playing out in your head already.
“Just dinner, Y/N. I promise to be on my best behavior for all of the tour. I’ll stay by John the whole time if you want a report back from a trusted source.”
“You can take me to dinner, Taylor. Have your fun on the tour. We’ll see what happens when you get back.” The smile that he gave you could melt even the iciest heart.
The dinner was sweet and rather uneventful. It felt more like two friends catching up than anything even slightly romantic. You had a good time and Roger seemed to enjoy himself as well. He left you that night with just a kiss on the cheek and the promise to see you again soon.
That had been about a month ago. He had seen you during that time, but never without someone present. Sometimes John, sometimes Freddie, but usually Roxie. It was okay. You’d told him to have his fun and promised him a proper chance after the tour. If he was going to woo you, he’d have to do it properly.
One thing you hadn’t expected from him while on tour was nightly phone calls. The situation felt so familiar, but seemed to sit differently in your soul. You were always pleasantly surprised when the phone rang and you picked up to find Roger on the other end of the line.
Roxie didn’t know about your little date, nor were you going to get her hopes up about anything. But she seemed to work Roger into her routine very easily. She fought sleep every night to hear his voice for just a few moments. You worried that if it didn’t work out, her heart would be broken beyond repair and she’d learn the same lesson you did at a much earlier age.
Towards the end of the tour, you were surprised to pick up your ringing phone to a very drunk Roger. He seemed to have an awful lot on his mind, but you had a fussy three and eleven twelfths year-old that was not going to go to bed without saying her usual good night to Uncle Rog.
“Rox, my lovely, my favorite girl.” You heard him through the handset. He was trying very hard to sound sober for your little one. “I hope you’re being good for your mumma and I hope you sleep well tonight.”
“I am Uncle Rog. I miss you though. Mumma isn’t fun like you.” Way to turn on your own mom, Roxanna Celeste. “When will you be back?”
You caught a giggle come from Roger. “I promise I’ll be home very soon, Rox. Just two more weeks.” You’d never seen Roxie look so disappointed in her Uncle Rog. “Can you be good for your mumma and go to bed, lovely?”
“No.” A drunken Roger and a pouty toddler. This was a match made in hell. You were sure.
“The faster you go to bed, the faster the morning will come, the faster the days will go, and the sooner I’ll be back to see you.” Okay, maybe drunk Roger had more toddler sense than you were ready for.
Roxie seemed to consider this for a moment. Her little eyebrows furrowing and her lips pursing out, as if to blow a very angry kiss. “Fine. Good night, Uncle Rog.” She handed the phone to you and waited for you to escort her to bed.
You put her down quickly and came back to the phone. “Rog?”
“Y/N! My favorite adult. How are you doing, love?” It sounded like Roger had taken another shot before you came back.
“I’m fine. What are you up to? You sound a little . . . sloshed.” You wanted to say something else, but nothing really seemed to fit.
“I am. I’ve been thinking about you for the whole damn tour.” Well, that wasn’t exactly news. Why would he call if you weren’t on his mind? “You and Rox, actually. I know . . . I know what happened before. Brian is a dick. He should have told you the truth, that he wasn’t ready.” He paused for a breath.
“But, I am. I’ve had all my fun. I think I want to give domesticity a real try, especially with you.” Wait, what. “I waited so long. John threatened to kill me if I did anything before I was sure and you were so busy with Rox and I could never do anything to hurt her. I’d die before I hurt her.” You were beginning to get an idea of how many drinks he had.
“Y/N, you and Rox are the most important people to me. I’ve tried to take things achingly slow and I can’t anymore. I want to do things properly the minute I get home. What do you say?”
“Roger, are you telling me that my mothering skills attracted you to me?” The disbelief was evident in your voice.
“Partly.”
“Are you joking?”
“No.”
“Taylor, if you’re having a laugh, I will kill you before John does.”
“Y/N. I’ve never met a woman that makes me feel the way you do. You’re brilliant, you’re gorgeous, and you make me feel things I never thought I would want. I just think we should try this. What do you say?” You were in shock. Roger Taylor, the drummer from Queen, seemed to be attracted to you and had confessed it was amplified because of your motherhood.
“I think you better start planning how you’re going to court me. I’ll see you in two weeks, Rog. Good night.”
“Good night, my love. I’ll see you soon.”
Roger called you every night for the rest of the tour, Roxie kept her usual routine without much complaint, and you seemed to end your days with a countdown. The day Roger said, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” caught you by surprise.
Roxie was ready to bolt down to the airport to pick up the boys at 5 am. What you did to deserve this punishment, you weren’t quite sure.
“Roxie, lovely, come lay down with mumma. She’s tired.” This child. Roger might be wrapped around all her fingers, but you weren’t. At least not at 5 am.
“But mumma, Uncle Roger comes home today. I want to see him.” You were going to kill whoever taught her about calendars. Oh wait, that was you. Nevermind.
“He still has to land, lovely. Come here. We’ll wait together.” What Roxie didn’t know is that Roger was coming straight over, it was an early birthday surprise for her.
Roxie begrudgingly climbed into your bed. Thankfully, you knew how to get her to sleep. You pushed all the curls away from her face and started tracing light lines down her nose and eyebrows. This trick had worked from birth for her. It seemed to put her into a light trance until she finally fell asleep.
A few hours later, Roger knocked on your front door. He came alone, but not empty handed. A rather large, wrapped box sat behind him on your little porch.
“Um, Rog?” There could be no good explanation for this. You were sure.
“Yeah?” You didn’t like the smile he gave you. It was too innocent.
“What are you trying to bring into my house?” You pointed at the box. You couldn’t let him get out of this.
“It’s a present for my favorite girl. Where is she, by the way?” He had started to bring the box in just as you heard little feet run down the hallway.
“Uncle Rog! Uncle Rog! You’re back!!!” Roxie launched herself into his arms.
“I am back, Rox!” He pressed her tightly to him. “I brought you a present, too. I know tomorrow’s your birthday.”
“It is!!! I’m going to be four.” She wiggled to get down. “Mumma said she’s throwing me a party this weekend.”
Roger looked at you and mouthed “Party?” You nodded. Some of her friends from daycare, John and Veronica, and your family were going to attend. You were going to give Roger time to acclimate before you dragged him into anything.
“Will you be there?” Roxie did not seem so keen on giving him time to readjust to being home.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, lovely.” He gave her a winning smile.
“Can I open my present now, though?” So she hadn’t forgotten about the giant box in the room.
“I’m fine with it, but you have to ask your mum.” He turned his gaze on you. They both did. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear that Roxie was Roger’s.
“I suppose.” You smiled back, still wary of the box but happy to see such joy in your little one’s eyes.
“Roger, I hope you’re joking.” The box happened to contain the one thing you had managed to keep out of the house for four full years, a miniature drum kit. It was designed to grow with her to a certain point, but you were sure it’d never grow on you. Just like her excited shrieking wasn’t growing on you at the moment.
“I wish I was, love.” He at least had the decency to look slightly worried before he pulled you to him and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “But this is nothing compared to the one for her at my place.”
You just groaned as you dropped your head to his shoulder. When had you started raising mini-Roger?
Roxie’s birthday passed without a hitch. John was surprised to see Roger, given the threats you’d learned of, but was pleasant nonetheless.
Over the next few months, Roger seriously courted you. He took his time in planning things out and made sure to include Roxie, when appropriate. He never rushed you and truly seemed to enjoy all your time together.
The next tour they went on was very short. Queen had booked a short trip through The British Isles to promote their new single and give everyone a rest.
“What do you say, love? Do you trust me on this one?” Roger looked so hopeful.
He’d been the best partner you could ask for while the boys were home recording. He’d been wonderful during the last tour despite having no promises to keep to you. John had even mentioned in passing that there was only one night he was worried about his bandmate, and that seemed to coincide with the night of his confession.
“Of course, I do.” You couldn’t help but smile at him. He was so considerate to ask. “Go do your tour, love. Your favorite girls will be here when you get back.”
The tour was the perfect length to test this new relationship. Roger called every night like he had the tour before. He always helped you put Roxie to bed before wishing you a good night was well. No tabloids came out with scandalous reports. He returned to you in one piece, absolutely ecstatic to see you. All was finally well in your world.
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A/n: You made it! Let me know what you thought. Stay lovely 🖤
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Page Turner
I am a huge fan of Jasper Fforde’s work, so enjoy this Destiel fusion!
When the Literary Agency had first knocked on his door, Dean had told Sam and his brother hadn’t stopped laughing about it for a week.
He’d stopped when Dean had informed him that he had accepted the job offer, and that one of the reasons he’d never read as many books as he liked was simply that he had always been a natural book jumper – in fact, he was much too good at it. “Remember when I used to read Knights of the Round Table to you, Sammy? I stopped after I one day landed right in front of King Arthur himself, and let me tell you, A Kid in King Arthur’s court made it out to be much more fun than it actually was.”
Sam never laughed about his new job again after that.
Anyway, that was how Dean ended up as a Literary Agent – in the he-actually-went-into-books-and-tried-to-make-sure-no-one-ruined-the-plot-or-did-anything-else-stupid sense, not the other one.
In the eight years since he had joined the Agency, he’d had many adventures, but he’d never found a partner he was comfortable working with.
“Guess what” the smile of the Cheshire Cat (Dean continued to call him that, any regional changes be damned) asked.
He didn’t even look up from his desk in the Headquarters – located at Norland Park from Sense and Sensibility, in the ballroom that conveniently wasn’t mentioned in the novel. “The March Hare and the Hatter have finally made peace with time and have become sane.”
“No.”
“Miss Havisham has decided to abandon her grief and raise Estella into a nice girl.”
“No.”
“Sherlock Holmes actually went down the Fall and now we have a problem.”
“You are as cheerful as a mouse in a fridge full of cheese.”
“Wouldn’t that make them really happy?” Dean asked.
“Not if they were lactose-intolerant.”
He had learned long ago not to pay attention to what the Cheshire Cat was saying – unless it was important.
“You are getting a new partner.”
“I thought I was allowed to work alone after –“ Dean stopped talking abruptly. The last attempt to partner him up with someone was not something he liked to think about.
There was a reason a syndrome was named after Peter Pan. If Dean ever had to speak to that permanently sugar-flashed kid again, he was going to Neverland and joining the pirates.
“The Bellman seems to have found the perfect candidate, as perfect as a bike for a fish.”
“Cheshire” Dean said tiredly, “I do have to finish the report, and you know how K. is – he’ll try to have his two executioners from The Trial come here again to deal with me.”
“Fine, fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The smile vanished, but the cat without its mouth appeared instead. Dean simply rolled his eyes as he took his sweet time to finally dissolve into thin air.
“Agent Winchester!” the bellman called out, as excited as if he’d finally found a Snark that wasn’t a boojum. “I have found a new partner for you!”
He forced himself to smile at his boss. “How wonderful.”
The Bellman frowned. “I have tried many weeks, I have tried many days –“
“Yes, yes, of course, sir” Dean said quickly to interrupt what would undoubtedly turn into a weird poem of giant proportions if he wasn’t careful. “So where is he?”
“He’s on his way here” the Bellman answered, pouting because Dean hadn’t allowed him to recite what he considered some of his best work.
Ten minutes later, Dean’s new partner entered the ballroom and the Bellman introduced them.
“Agent Winchester, this is Castiel Novak, from the Castiel Novak – Private Eye series.”
Dean had never heard of those books, but that didn’t have to mean anything; hell, one of his best friends in the Book world, Crowley, the King of Hell, came from a rather pathetically selling little-known series called Supernatural by some wannabe named Carver Edlund.
Now, not having any knowledge of the qualities the author of Castiel Novak – Private Eye had bestowed on his main character, he still had his experience and it wasn’t difficult to gather information.
For one thing, the author had definitely been one of those who felt that their detective wasn’t going to draw in reade3rs unless they made him ridiculously hot. Tussled dark hair, blue eyes, slight stubble... Not even the trench coat distracted from how he looked, and that was saying something.
Which, by the way... Dean almost winced. Those trench coats must have been old-fashioned when he was first conceived.
“Dean Winchester” he introduced himself.
“Hello, Dean. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Really, and a deep voice too? What the Hell? Was he really a Private Eye or was this another soft porn series for bored housewives (not that Dean saw anything wrong with that; he’d had quite a few adventures in fanfiction).
Cas was now staring at him and – ah, of course. Hot guy, socially awkward, solving murders, probably with an equally hot female assistant in the novels who looked after him and eventually dragged him before the altar.
“So” he asked the Bellman, who was writing down something (could have been about his and Cas’ introduction, but Dean doubted it; more than likely it was another stanza about a Snark), “What’s the case?”
He looked up and blinked. “Oh” he finally decided, “Just something easy for you as a new team. The wife has decided to elope with her lover in Fitzgerald’s short story The Cut-Glass Bowl.”
Dean sighed; no matter which one, ever single piece of Fitzgerald’s fiction was drowning in booze. This wasn’t going to be fun. “You ever tried Fitzgerald before?”
Cas blinked. Then, he answered mechanically, “I am looking forward to the experience.”
Whoever had written him that love interest he had to have, they wouldn’t have it easy.
“Ugh” Dean sank down on his chair, breathing the fresh, clean air of Norland Park. “I like to take a drink or two, but this is...”
“It certainly seemed excessive” Cas agreed, sitting down at his own desk next to Dean’s the Bellman must have arranged for him while they were chasing down Mrs. Harold Piper and Mr. Freddy Geddney.
Problem was, all of Fitzgerald’s fiction had been written by a man who had had a.... tumultuous relationship with his wife, and it showed. Dean rubbed his forehead; she’d actually thrown the cut-glass bowl after him.
To his credit, Cas had wrestled her to the floor and they’d done a decent job of convincing both to go back to the one scene they shared in literature.
“I think” he said, “We’ll make a good team.”
Cas looked up from his desk, somewhat surprised it seemed; but then he just nodded.
They turned out to be indeed a very good team; over the next two years, they became as legendary as Edgar Allan Poe and The Headless Horseman, or Thursday Next and Miss Havisham.
Cas and Dean became close friends, the later incredibly baffled when he visited Cas and found that no love interest had ever been written for him in a book series that consisted of ten rather heavy volumes; and then he’d just felt sorry for him when Cas confided in him that sometimes, he felt very lonely because of it.
This bastard of an author had never even given him a friend, for crying out loud; it was just him in his dingy little office and the cases he solved.
So Dean visited him on a regular basis, or invited him back to his place in the real world, when they weren’t on a case. Cas always came, absolutely delighted to finally have a reason to go there.
“Do you know” he said to Dean one day as they were visiting a bee farm because Cas happened to be fascinated with them, “That there are no bees in my world? My author forgot to put them in.”
Cas deserved bees, Dean thought, as he watched his face light up at seeing the hives.
Cas deserved a lot of things.
And yet, Dean wasn’t completely honest with him.
Because there was one thing Dean hadn’t told him.
But how was he supposed to confess to a fictional character that he was falling for him?
Sam, of course, tried to be logical about it.
“You need to get out more – in the real world, Dean. You know Cas can’t – reciprocate your feelings. He wasn’t written for romantic affection, you said.”
“I said he had no love interest in the books” Dean replied flatly. He didn’t know how he was supposed to explain to Sam that many of the book characters were nothing like the way they had been written originally; it was difficult to understand for someone who wasn’t a natural book jumper.
“Still, Dean – he’s fictional. He’ll never age, or die.”
“I know, alright? I know it’s hopeless”.
And yet, his heart beat faster the next morning yet again when Cas gave him a gently smile as he greeted him.
“You’ve got it bad, darling” Crowley drawled. “So, so bad.”
Wasn’t that freaking ironic, coming from him. Crowley had originally been written as the antagonist of the two main characters, the king of Hell, a bad-ass demon, but was busy changing the narrative.
There was simply that one small detail Carver Edlund hadn’t realized: Crowley was actually quite decent once you got to know him.
Dean didn’t say so, however, and just shook his head. “I know. And my brother already told me it’s useless, so don’t even think about it.”
“What, me doing the right thing? Sorry, Squirrel, you’re barking up the wrong tree here.”
“I think you got your metaphors mixed up.”
“That’s what happens when the quality of writing varies from instalment to instalment” he sighed. “Did you know that in the last book I was supposed to die?”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, I changed it.”
How Crowley got away with doing stuff like that, Dean would never know, but he was damn glad he was sitting next to him, as alive as he’d ever be.
“Well this is... different” Dean said as he stepped into Cas’ apartment. Before there’d barely been any furniture except for seemingly a million shelves to hold his book collection.
Now, there was a couch and a TV stand, and a few pictures of –
Cas and Dean.
He’d actually managed to bring pictures of them into his –
“How did you do that?”
“Oh, this is my apartment from the second novel. There’s not a single scene set in my place, so it –“
“Like Norland Park’s ballroom.”
“Exactly.”
Dean nodded. “Smart.”
“Crowley gave me the idea.”
Dean frowned. “You know him?”
“We met at your last birthday party” Cas reminded him.
True. Both his friends from the real world and the Book World had shown up at Dean’s apartment, and it had been surprisingly difficult to differentiate who belonged where.
“He gave me a few tips” Cas explained, “How to... move around your plot, so to speak.”
“Oh?”
Cas nodded. “Since this scene doesn’t exist in the novel – I’m free to do as I please.”
He stepped up to Dean and reached up to gently cradle his face in his hands. “is that... okay?”
“More than okay” he breathed and went in for the kiss.
“Dean...” Cas said much later. “I – I have wanted this for a while, but I’m fictional, and you’re –“
Dean kissed him again. “We’ll manage” he decided, “We always do.”
And they did.
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Not Left Behind Anymore
Part 2 to Left Behind But Not Forgotten
Title: Not Left Behind Anymore
Fandom: Disney Descendants
Pairing: Gil x Reader + a tiny bit of Harry x Uma
Warnings: slight cursing (they are teenagers guys) and some slightly depressing scenes (PREPARE FOR THE FEELS)
Description: Gil finally tells Harry what’s on his mind... but he doesn’t exactly mean to. Evie’s plan is still moving onward full force, and it starts to cause complications. Meanwhile, Ben makes a convenient decision on who to bring to Auradon next.
A/N: IT’S HERE! The second part of Left Behind But Not Forgotten is here and I really hope you guys like it as much as you liked the first part!! (Seriously, I’ve never gotten so many notes in such a short period of time! Thank you guys so much!) Enjoy the story!... and can someone please tell me why there’s so few Gil gifs????
When Evie had a plan, there was nothing on Earth that could stop her from carrying it out to the best of her ability. That’s why, after sending a mass email at noon, she had the Auradon auditorium packed with girls by 3:30. Practically every single young woman in the kingdom had received the email, and many of them had shown up, which was surprising considering how vague the email had been. Not much was said, only establishing a time and place for meeting up and briefly mentioning Gil. Apparently that was enough, because almost every seat was filled with girls wondering what Evie had to say. From her spot in the front row with her friends, the daughter of the Evil Queen herself rose to take the stage and address the crowd.
“Good afternoon, ladies, and thank you so much for coming.” After a murmur of a response, Evie continued.
“We’ve all grown up hearing about the power of true love; how it can win any battle, how it can cross any sea, how it’s kiss can break any spell.” With this comment, Evie and all the other girls glanced at Mal with a knowing smile, “We’ve all dreamed of experiencing true love for ourselves, but today, I need your help finding true love for someone else. As some of you- well, most of you- may have noticed, one of the new students has been rather unhappy since he got here. Not only is this odd for all of you, since Auradon has always been known as the happiest place on earth, but it’s also odd for all of us who know him. Gil, son of Gaston, has always been the most cheerful person I know. As someone from the Isle, his bright smile certainly never went unnoticed in the sea of scowling faces. He was always happy and positive while he was in the gloomiest place possible, but now he’s here- in a place as happy as he usually is- and he suddenly isn’t very positive anymore. I believe that there is a reason for this. I believe that Gil is lonely, but I also believe that with a bit of help from you, we can fix that. If true love can fix a kingdom, it can certainly make this boy happy again. So, what do you say, girls? Who wants to help me find this boy’s true love?”
Seemingly deeply moved by her speech, the auditorium roared with cheers in response. It didn’t matter to Evie what it would take to get this job done, but with these girls behind her, she was sure she would do it right. Little did she know, she didn’t have to go through so much trouble to fix Gil. All it would have taken was one word to King Ben; one person brought over to call Auradon their home.
Sitting alone in his dorm, Gil opened the drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a picture frame. In it sat a picture of him and (Y/N), sitting on the front steps of Ursula’s restaurant, smiling at each other. It was the only picture they had together, which he had printed when things got really tough. Smiling sadly at the image he held in his hands, Gil sat on the edge of the bed, the frame creaking slightly under his weight.
“How did I ever think I could do this without you.”
As the young son of Gaston whispered to himself, Harry watched silently from the doorway. He had originally planned on going to the dorm to get ready for his date with Uma, but when he saw Gil do something other than sulking, his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to watch silently to try and find out what had gotten into his friend.
“I didn’t want to come without you.” Gil sighed, “But you insisted and you just looked so happy when I told you I was invited and I just... I didn’t want to let you down.”
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, wondering who the hell his friend could be talking about, and watched more intently as Gil tugged at his hair anxiously.
“But ever since I got here, I can’t help but think about how I just... abandoned you. I left you all alone there, with your mom and with my dad and with my stupid brothers and.... and it should be you here, dammit. You deserve to be here in Auradon more than any of us, and it’s just not fair that you got left behind on that stupid island!”
As Gil got angrier and angrier, his voice started to crack. If he didn’t know any better, Harry could have sworn that Gil was on the verge of tears.
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I am still sorry. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I am so sorry.”
At hearing your name, Harry froze in place, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was right, Gil was sulking because he missed you. Of course, Harry never expected it to be you, child of the Queen of Hearts, but here Gil was, talking to you even though you’d never hear him. Eyebrow arched, Harry decided to do what villains do best: Ruin the moment.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N) Heart? Really?” he gasped, letting go of the door so that it swung open fully to reveal where he’d been hiding.
Gil jumped at the sound of Harry’s voice, eyes widening and holding the picture defensively to his chest. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he stared down his best friend.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long enough, mate. When were you gonna tell me?”
Gil rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down at the frame in his hand, “I was originally hoping I wouldn’t have to.”
“Ouch.” Harry muttered, “Why all the secrecy?”
“You’ve met our parents, right?”
This earned Gil a small chuckle, “So, what? You were just going to hide the fact that you’re crushing on a person who’s techincally royalty forever?”
“Crushing on them? Dude, I’m in love with them.”
“What has this place done to you?” Harry joked, getting a scowl in return.
“I’m serious, man! I’m in love with them, and you can make fun of me all you want but you can’t change that!”
Shocked by the sudden outburst, Harry held up his hands defensively, “Easy there, mate. I’m just saying, your dad would have your neck if he heard what you just said.”
“Yeah, well.” Gil sighed, flopping onto his bed, “I really don’t care what my dad says anymore.”
“You really love them?”
“I really do.”
“How much?”
Gil thought for a moment, “You know how you love Uma?”
There was a long pause. Harry had never put much thought into his feelings for Uma. He sort of just did whatever felt right when it came to her. And sure, being willing die for her and being willing to crawl through hell afterwards just to be able to fight by her side at least one more time was a little...extra, but everyone felt that way about their best friend, right? Everyone worshiped their best friend and considered them to be the only thing right in the world and would trade his life for hers in a heartbeat, right? On second thought, maybe Harry did love Uma. Maybe he loved her a lot. Maybe he loved her more than he’d ever care to admit.
“Yeah?”
“It’s cute and all, and I hope you guys end up being really happy together, but it doesn’t come anywhere close to how much I love (Y/N).”
“Oh, really?”
“Really.” Gil stated firmly, standing up so that Harry could see how serious he was when he said this.
“Well then, mate, there’s only one question left to ask.” Harry smirked, placing his hand on Gil’s shoulder, “Why are you sitting here sulking, when you could be out there fighting for them?”
Gil smiled at his friend, realizing how right he was, “Thanks Harry.”
“Don’t thank me, just get a move on! You’re gonna have to go quickly if you wanna stop Evie.”
“Evie?” Gil stopped in confusion, still having no idea about the auditorium full of girls.
“She’s hosting try-outs to find you a girlfriend. Now we both know we can’t stop her, but I suggest you prove to her that you’ve already found someone before all hell breaks loose.”
Gil nodded, walking out of the dorm and heading directly to his destination, not stopping for anyone. He had a plan, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him... not even Evie. Meanwhile, sitting on a lavish chair fit for a teenage king, Ben addressed the advisers in front of him.
“It’s settled then.” He said triumphantly, “The next four children to come to Auradon from the Isle of the Lost have been selected and I will send my men to deliver their invitations as soon as possible. Thank you, gentlemen, for your help.”
A collection of responses sounded at once as the advisers left the room and were replaced by courtiers in blue and gold uniforms. Ben smiled as he handed each of them a golden scroll.
“Gentlemen, on these scrolls are the four children chosen to come live their second chance in Auradon. It is your duty to travel to the Isle of the Lost, deliver these invitations, and report back with their responses so that we can organize accordingly. Understood?”
“Yes, your majesty.” the men replied.
“Excellent. You’re some of my best men for this task. I trust you’ll do me proud. Dismissed, gentlemen.”
The courtiers bowed and filed out of the room silently, preparing themselves for the job assigned to them. One, however, stayed behind. He remained in a bowing position until Ben acknowledged his presence.
“Do you have a question, Jeffery?”
“Just one last thing, your majesty.” the squire asked, “Just to ensure we collect the right four, might I ask what their first names are?”
“Of course.” Ben nodded, glancing at his list “The daughter of Dr. Facilier is named Freddie, the son of Anastasia Tremaine is Anthony, the daughter of Judge Frollo is named Claudine...”
“And the child of the Queen of Hearts, sir?”
“(Y/N). Their name is (Y/N).”
It took Gil days, but he finally found Ben and got a few minutes to talk to him.
“Hey, Ben! Listen, I know we’re not the best of friends, but I really need your help.”
Ben smiled, chuckling slightly, “Gil, man, I was just about to say the same thing! I need your help too, man!”
“That’s great, Ben, bu- wait, what?”
“We’re welcoming the next batch of Isle kids to Auradon today.” the young king explained, “I was hoping you’d join us! After all, who better to greet them than someone who’s been in their position before?”
“I-I, uh.” Gil was suddenly at a loss for words, confused by Ben’s proposition but hopeful about what it entailed, “Sure. Why not?”
“Great! Follow me!”
Ben lead Gil out to the front of the school, adding him to a line-up composed of the two boys, Mal, Evie, and Fairy Godmother. Ben stood next to Mal, ushering Gil to the other end of the line to stand next to Evie.
“Hey, Gil!” She greeted, “I have someone I want to introduce you to after this.”
Gil frowned, knowing now what she was referring to, “Sorry, Evie, but I, uh, I promised Uma I’d help her with something later.”
Evie’s face fell, clearly disappointed, and she opened her mouth to speak when the roar of a car engine filled the air. The Auradon limousine pulled up in front of the school, as it had twice before, and the driver got out to unload the passengers. Gil watched as they filed out of the car, recognizing them all instantly: Anthony, Freddie, Claudine, and-
“Holy shit.” “(Y/N)?”
“Hey, Gil.” You smirked, “How’ve you been?”
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COMING HOME
COMING HOME
We are sitting on the edge of my tree house ledge, staring into the night sky. She looks at a plane, tracking it with all of her eyes as it makes its way, blinking through the air.
“Why can’t we just take that home?”
“Because it is not built for that, it’s not made to take you home.”
But it’s flying.”
“It has a limit. It can’t get anywhere near space. We need a rocket ship for that.. an airplane just wouldn’t make it, I’m sorry”
Dharma blinked all her eyes at once, processing what I’d said.
“Oh, it’s just an air skimmer then. Useless.”
“Well it’s a little more important than that.. it goes 30,00+ feet in the air and takes us from place to place all over the world. Humans use them every day, all day. Without airplanes, our society would be much less connected.”
Dharma looks unimpressed.
To “her” the feats of humankind were generally paltry and insignificant in real value the way a child would present a finger painting to an art dealer used to appraising Da Vincis and Monets.
The only thing she was impressed with was the ability of humans to be both loving and violent at once. Where she came from, most of her “people” carry the same temperament with very gentle and limited range. Think the difference between Mr Rogers deciding between a blue sweater and a light blue sweater. That’s about as wild as they got with their individuality. So to Dharma, the TV pretty much blew her mind because she observed vapid reality stars, dramatic fantastical stories, and insightful documentaries all in one breath.
“She” looked as close to an eighth grade girl as an alien could, save for her light blue skin, webbed fingers, lack of ears, and the third eye which sat snuggly in between her main two. She had no ears but she could “hear” me through the vibrations of the airwaves my mouth made reflecting off her skull.
She blinked again, except only the middle eye this time. Usually, that meant her brain was whirring.
“Huh. Well, then we will have to find a rocket ship. With haste.”
I had met her crying in a dirt clearing about ten miles from my house. She had been abandoned accidentally by her parents (all 20 of them) who were here on a survey mission. She had snuck off ship and wandered into the woods while they were taking dirt samples and made friends with a baby bear. A young couple had arrived to the dirt clearing so the ship and Dharmas parents were gone without a trace by the time she had made her way back.
Dharma was lost and hopeless when I met her. She didn’t speak English but I understood immediately her situation somehow and took her home to hide with me. After all, what’s a super exclusive top-secret tree house for if not to stash illegal aliens in?
I taught her the alphabet in one day and left her some kids books to practice with while I was at school and she was onto Dostoyevsky within a month.
My dad grumbled about the mystery of the missing library but said nothing else to me about it as long as the books reappeared on his shelf.
It wasn’t until his cigarettes started disappearing that he began to complain and give me a hard stare. Unfortunately, Dharma had discovered an affinity for tobacco (it made her high like catnip) and I had to find an alternative which surprisingly turned out to be soap. She would eat bars of soap like hot pockets. According to her, the high wasn’t as good but at least her breath smelled better.
In any case, my dad's cigs stopped disappearing and he stopped staring at me but my mom started asking me what kind of boys I was playing with and where I was playing to go through soap so quickly. I even had to roll around in dirt before going home each night to keep the story up.
The things you do for love.
Yes, it’s true.. I fell in love with an alien.
What can I say, it was a weird time for me and like most love -you never know where it might spring forth from but when it does you have to take it for all it’s worth.
And luckily for me, she fell in love with me too, or at least the equivalent of her species. Mostly it meant she would pat me on the head once or twice to show her affection through physical contact.
One week we binged romantic comedies and she thought she understood love better and started making up silly implausible scenarios to start an argument with me and had me concoct long-winded makeup speeches declaring my love for her and how she was the only “girl” for me in response. After which she would swoon, forgive me, and give me a kiss. Then she went to sleep.
Yea I know what you’re thinking.. aliens sleep?
She sure did, and they even cuddle too! Which was pretty cool for only a few hours. That first night, I woke up stuck to her. In her sleep, she had wrapped her side gills around me and for lack of a better word, ejaculated all over me.
See, in her world, the “females” lay hundreds of millions of tiny sticky sperm that form a sheet, or net of wriggling sperm that the “males” would open their pores to accept. The sperm would wriggle their way through their bodies until they found a womb, multiple of which were located up and down their core. After two weeks, tiny babies would shoot out their ass and mouth and be collected in large bowls where half were eaten as a delicacy like caviar and the other half sent to an incubation hive.
Anyway, I learned all that later.. that first night when she sprayed me I almost suffocated silently, thousands of tiny sperm crawling in my nose and ear holes, but luckily she woke up in time and ate most the sperm away. She ate her own jizz to save my life.
After that, we switched; I was big spoon from then on and she would come all over a throw pillow instead.
And the pillow smelled like skittles.
I know, really weird.
But what love isn’t, to the uninitiated? And I’d never been in love before so I really had no baseline for normal.
Things went well for about six months. There wasn’t much sex, or any at all, despite her having a vagina but what high schooler is really getting it like that anyway? And I didn’t look like Brad Pitt after all. More like Ellen Page. Or a teenage Ellen Degeneres. Kids called me the baby-faced lesbian for a reason.
I was skinny, scrawny, pimpled up, and awkward. And against all odds, I had found love, and love had found me.
It was a strange but glorious time.
The only problem is she aged much faster than me. By the time I was sixteen and a half she was already 20 and by the time I was seventeen she was 35. See, the Kkreeebbppobbbb age differently from us. They have an exponentially accelerating aging process that takes them from 0 to roughly 500 Kkreeebbppobbbb years that fits within a 17-18 human year timeframe.
This meant that she would be leaving me very soon. And she was determined to find a way home so her body could decompose in the giant compost heap in the sky.
Literally, there is a floating compost heap island in the air where all the bodies went into after they passed. The bodies would go in and their remains would exhaust into the atmosphere and fall through the clouds with the rain as a very fine mist that the living would gather in their drains and gutters, bottle, and drink at home.
Apparently, it also made their sperm more potent, or so they claimed.
“Look man, I don’t make up the news I just report it. There were a lot of things about her species that repulsed me or made no sense, but in the end, while she was from another planet, she loved me like she’d been born a human and that’s all that mattered.”
I loved her so much my chest hurt when I was away from her.
However, things got real about a month after my seventeenth birthday. I came in the tree house to find her weak and unable to get out of bed. She stared at me with slowly blinking eyes the way a horse does on its last days. See, like humans, as the Kkreeebbppobbbb get older, they get weaker and frailer.
She called me over
“I think my time is coming, Freddie. My time has come. I'm afraid.. I.. I won’t make it home.”
My eyes started welling up immediately and my throat went numb. I didn’t want to admit it but I knew she was right. There was no rocket ship I could take her on and frankly I wouldn’t have even been able to make make it ten yards in public without her ending up in a government facility being dissected for examination.
Oh, I could have dressed her up and snuck her around a little bit for sure.. but see the sun made her fart and the longer she was out in it, the worse the smell got, until the air was so thick and toxic flowers literally wilted. The government would have weaponized that shit immediately. But I digress.
She lay there feeble and silent, and I knelt over her, my tears starting to fall.
“But.. but I don’t want you to go.” I said to her
“..time is a circle ..but life is a straight line ..my love.. we aren’t meant to live forever..” she replied back “It is better to have loved and lost rather to have never loved at all, Freddie.. you taught me what love is and made me happy. I’ll never forget that” she added with an increasingly faint whisper. I stared with far away eyes at the pile of Romantic Comedy DVDs behind her head. I thought about Billy Crystal seeing Meg Ryan at the bookstore, and Julia Roberts standing in front of Hugh Grant saying “I’m just a girl in front of a boy” and old Ryan Gosling holding onto old Rachel McAdams hand as they died at the same time, souls floating to heaven together. And I knew at that moment this could never be us.
I really let it go then. My shoulders shook as my chest heaved and I lost my breath and hoped to die.
“Please.. please don’t go.” I begged her
She motioned with her hand to me to come closer.
I lowered my head next to her alien lips.
“Freddie.. Freddie.. promise me.. please promise me.. one thing.. before I go”
“Anything! What can I do for you, my love”
“...before I die.. eat me.”
I paused.
“Excuse me?”
“Before.. I.. die.. eat me.”
“What? I can’t do that! -You mean.. like with a fork and knife? I couldn’t. No -I couldn’t! That would tear me apart.. What do you mean eat you, are you crazy?
I mean, how would I even prepare you anyway? And you’re a lot denser than you look, it would take me a month -and by then without a deep freezer you’d decompose and I’d throw up trying to eat your remains and then have to eat my throw up too it’d be a vicious cycle of puking and eating and puking and eating and honestly I’m already too skinny to become bulimic.”
She waved her hand at me, annoyed.
“No, I mean eat me.” And she pointed at her alien vagina.
“I want to go out on an orgasm, Freddie. On a high note. Lick my fucking pussy one more time like you mean it, Freddie.”
I stared at her.
First of all, that dirty bitch.
I realized she had been lying to me. See, I had been eating her out every night for a fucking year. She had told me I was helping her with a specialized biological detox her species needed, that it was totally normal.. a totally non-sexual act and that’s why she never blew me in return because her species doesn’t actually engage in oral cunnilingus for sexual purposes, it was against their religion. And the orgasms were a by-product only.
“But.. you..” my eyes narrowed
“I know, I lied.. I’m sorry. It’s just that your dick is so weird looking to me I just couldn’t do it.”
“You selfish bitch” I cried out. “Your cunt smells like fucking week old mayonnaise, you think I would have done that every fucking night if I thought it was optional and not life or death as you said??”
“Freddie.. I’m sorry.. you’re right I was a selfish bitch.. but I’m dying now. That is real.”
I softened immediately my eyes got wet again.
“Shit, you’re right.” I mean I wasn't happy about the new revelation that I had been eating my girlfriend out every night sometimes 2-3 times a night all for a lie, but in the end I still loved her and if I’m being honest with myself, I probably would have still done it at least every other night if she’d asked bc I’m such a pushover that's always eager to please.
“Okay.” I said.
She smiled and touched my cheek gently.
“I love you Freddie.”
“I love you too”
She closed her eyes (all three of them) and I stared at her with loving eyes myself, tracing her contours with my eyes, trying to memorize every line of her face for after she was gone. I loved her like I’d never loved anyone and would never love anyone like her again.
After a pause, she opened her middle eye and blinked quickly. Which apparently meant (now that I know more) that she was horny.
“Well? What are you waiting for, I don’t have all day.”
She nodded down at her pussy.
“Start munching, motherfucker.”
I grumbled and took a deep breath
I started kissing her stomach and nibbling her thighs.
“What the fuck, if I wanted foreplay, I would have diddled myself before you got here. Eat me now, if I can’t come home.. I want to go out cumming.”
“Jesus, okay okay I was just trying to make our last moments together a bit more romantic.”
“If you want to make it more romantic stop talking and start licking.”
She was a sassy old bitch by now, but I guess I understand. She had no time left to beat around the bush, no pun intended.
So I used my fingers to spread her sheath and her pussy pushed out like a turtle head out a shell.
A nasty odor hit me in the face like a spray from an aerosol can.
“Fuck me, your pussy stank, mama! You got that old rank alien pussy now don’t you?”
“But my clit still works” she retorted and grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down.
“Fuck.” I grumbled but after taking another deep breath to the side, I started licking furiously. I knew how she like it, in an even up and down motion with some swirls and figure Ss throwing in. By now I was a master of the alien clit.”
“Ohhhh. Yea.” She whispered
I kept licking
“oohhhhh, Freddie.. yea you lick it so good Freddie” she moaned
“don’t stop don’t stop!” She cried and pushed my face even deeper until my mouth completely covered her turtle head and my tongue was licking it like the inside of a soda bottle.”
“Yes yes yes!! I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming!” She screamed and her body went taut and her thighs started shaking. Normally she would push me away immediately. This time not. After the shakes were gone, she went completely limp and didn’t move. She was gone. I gave her a few tentative licks in case she was just sleeping, but in my heart, I knew she was gone.
She was the love of my life. I thought of all the times we shared, the movies, books, conversations.. I started to tear up again, and before I knew it I was bawling, dripping wet tears onto her wet pussy head and started licking her kissing her begging her to come back.
“What in the holy fuck?!”
I looked up, and to my complete horror, my mom was staring at me. She had a plate of cookies in her hand and they dropped all the way to the ground in slow motion...
“And that is how my mom caught me crying and eating a dead elderly alien’s pussy on a Friday night and why I was grounded for almost a year until college started. Later on her parents actually came back and collected her remains so she could finally be in the great compost pile in the sky.”
I finished my story, looking around anxiously.
The room was so quiet a pin could drop and it would echo.
The group was silent, everyone staring at me or each other wide-eyed.
“What? You asked us to share our most embarrassing moment in high school.” I cried out defensively.
“Uh not that embarrassing, dude.” One guy said with everyone giggling
“And not that weird!” A girl said
“Hey, you know where I could find some alien pussy, bro? I’ll lick that mayonnaise bro.” Another asked, making everyone laugh.
Another kid raised his hand “Why do aliens lay eggs through gills and AND have vaginas with clits at the same time? What’s the point of that?”
“Because even aliens need to get off too, ask your girlfriend Ricky!” everyone was howling and pounding their tables
“Fuck you! I get my girl off plenty with this d-dick, don’t I baby?” Ricky hollered, looking expectantly at his girlfriend, who rolled her eyes and pretended to get an important text message suddenly. A few girls around Ricky snickered.
An overweight girl raised her arm, frowning at me while giving side-eye to the professor. “I find it problematic that you would describe her “sperm” as smelling like skittles and her vaginal ejaculate like old mayo. This is sexist because it promotes the heterosexual stereotypes of a male-dominated society and it's reductive and aggressive and it makes me really uncomfortable. Also the fact it really should have been described as a non-gender conforming being in your story but you insisted on referring to her as a “she.” I feel attacked right now. Triggered. Extremely triggered.”
A few girls nod in agreement and a bunch of boys groan. The professor cringes quietly.
My face flushes and turns beet red and I close my eyes and slowly put my forehead on the table wishing I was dead myself.
and it was at that moment I realized college was gonna be really, really hard for me.
I missed Dharma a lot..
Sigh.
At least she got to come before going home.
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