#he was like. a real dickhead asshole piece of shit to me but maybe he's figured some things out by now! idk!

[bugmistake]

woag i just found a (real, physical) letter my first boyfriend wrote me like.. god. a year and a half? after we broke up? so i must've been 18ish maaaaybe 19. but this letter is fully like... i am his one that got away. MAN i hope that's not true anymore! like i really truly sincerely hope he's found someone else

[lostlimerence]

The Wheeler’s

Cw: discussion of predatory behaviour, Billy’s self-worth issues.

NB: slightly linked to my Jim looking out for Billy piece ‘The Youngest’ in that, that incident has happened quite recently in this piece.

…

“Billy, you need to calm down,” Eddie pleads as the blonde stands rigid in the trailer hands clenching and unclenching in unchecked rage.

“I need to calm down Munson? He needs to shut the fuck up,” Billy jabs a finger at the equally seething Steve on the other side of the room.

“I’ll calm down when you explain why you’re being such a dickhead about going to Nancys,” Steve says throwing both hands in the air.

Billy grits his teeth “I’m not going to that house.”

“Why, because you’re a jealous piece of shit?!” Steve growls taking a step forward.

“Steve stop it.” Eddie stands in the middle of them palm raised towards the brunette in warning. His heart rabbiting as he tries to control the situation, thinks maybe these two will be the death of him.

“Why Eddie he’s acting like a fucking child?!”

And Eddie cannot fathom what has gotten them into this situation, can’t quite grasp how their lazy afternoon has been transformed into this painful battleground, all over a comment about going to Nancy’s later rather than Steve’s.

“You’re shitting me are you crying Billy?”

Eddie’s head snaps up because there’s something incredibly wrong about this argument, something he can’t quite put his finger on, Billy’s trembling and Eddie doesn’t think it’s just with rage.

“I’m not crying over Nancy fucking Wheeler,” Billy grits out, jaw clenched so tight Eddie’s half worried he’ll crack a tooth.

“Well then what the fuck are you crying over, you’re being ridiculous, if you don’t want to come with us then why don’t you just….”

“STEVE” Eddie bellows, desperate to get a handle on whatever this is, both heads snap towards him. He looks pointedly at Steve “you need to go cool off,” he goes to protest but Eddie doesn’t let it happen “just go get some air, please baby,” he lets the panic he’s feeling tinge his voice a little.

Steve deflates a bit, snatches his coat from the sofa and shoves out the front door with a huff.

Eddie sighs, rubs a hand over his face and turns to the blonde, makes sure his tone is gentle when he says “Sunshine what the hell’s going on?”

Billy sucks in a lungful of air, releases it on a shaky breath, and sits on the sofa, Eddie joins him.

“I just don’t want to go Eds,” he’s hunched over when he says it, he looks so small and Eddie’s heart aches for him but he still doesn’t get it.

“I know it’s not just that baby, what’s with all this anger? Help me understand sweetheart” he offers a ringed hand which Billy takes and squeezes.

“It’s fuckin stupid” he mumbles

“I’m sure it’s not,” Eddie gives his hand another squeeze.

“She’s always touching me Eds,” he says it in a tiny voice.

“What Nancy?” Eddie frowns confused.

“No. Karen.”

Eddie’s heart drops somewhere cold.

Billy continues, “People are always touchin me Eds and she’s one of them and I don’t like it…she’s always cornering me and like stroking my arm and I could be her kid Eds…that’s what the Chief said, I could be her kid and I hadn’t really thought about it like that before, but it’s true and that’s weird right?” and Billy looks at him like he needs confirmation, like he’s still not completely sure if someone twice his age touching him like that isn’t right and Eddie feels his throat tighten, tries to swallow the swell of emotion rising in his chest.

“Oh sweetheart, yes it’s weird, it’s more than weird, it’s completely fucked up, we won’t be going to that house,” he lifts his hand slowly, gives Billy time to move away if he wants, and gently smooths a thumb under one of those watery blues.

“Shall I tell Stevie? I can promise you he’s gonna feel like a grade A asshole,”

“Ugh I don’t want him to, I should’ve just said, I get why he thinks I was being a dick.”

“Mmhmm, just some miscommunication baby, we can sort it real fast, shall I go speak to him?” Eddie asks.

Billy sighs, rubs his thumbs in circular motions against his temples “please,” Eddie presses a small kiss to his curls and heads for the door.

…

So Eddie speaks to Steve, presses his thumb in soothing circles at the nape of his neck, whilst he explains. Steve is devastated, goes to Billy teary eyed and begs for forgiveness.

Billy just melts into Steve’s warmth mumbles something about them both being stubborn idiots, and Eddie slides onto the sofa with them, sticks something mindless on Tv.

Safe to say they don’t go to the Wheeler’s.

[featherwriterweather]

Fiesty will get burned Sweat pea/Reader (Y/N) smut warning

Its been a rough two weeks since the Southside Serpents joined Riverdale high. But we all got used to it. The Bulldogs stopped harrasing them, the Serpents laid back and Midge was finally laid to rest with her real murderer in prison.

Toni, a Serpent girl who I befrended the first day they came in school, was sitting next to me in the school lounge. We were casually talking as usual with Betty and Ronni. Soon after Cheryl joined us and we couldn’t help but gossip around the Vixens and the latest dating rumours. The bell rang and the usual gang of boys with Serpent tattoes came our way. 

Jug was talking with Archie, while Fangs and Sweet pea went for a hot cup of coffee from the machine behind me.

“When are you reptiles going to learn that you can’t be eyeing down our girls?” Reggie Mantle, in his full shine, blurted out.

“What the hell is your problem, Mantle?” Sweat Pea replied, his big body ready for a fight.

“I saw you eyeing this bimbo out” Reggie said pointing his head towards me. Sweat pea was all well familiar with my name as he usually saw me hanging all day with Toni. 

“First, do not call her anything else but her name, and second, what’s the problem if I was?” he said.

“First, this asshole Foggarty was screwing Midge, and now you think you can screw another of our own?” With this words that Reggie had spoken I had had it.

“Listen you testosterone filled dickheads, I am not a piece of meat you can fight over. Lay off Mantle, screw you and your stupid Buldog shit, he can do whatever he wants.” I heard Sweat pea chuckle so I turned to him “And you arogant jackass, don’t think we all girls fall in your feet cause you’re tall and got some looks going on. We’re not that blind!” I finished off proud of myself and the shoked looks I had brought to their faces. Everyone around us, especially the Serpents, cheered me for this comment. Fangs was uncontrollably laughing behind Sweet pea's shoulder.

“Well, we have to admit you are some Serpent lady material. No one has put Sweat pea on his place that good so far.” Toni said smirking at me from her place she took next to me.

“Nor has had the balls to talk to a Serpent like you did! Watch it!” Sweat pea shortened the distance between us so I was directly looking at his face literally breathing my air in his lips.

“For sure these balls are bigger than yours, Sweat pea!” I smartmouthed him,which earned me more Serpent cheers and toast in the air from Toni and her coffee cup.

“Wanna bet on it?!” He casually laughed and raised his eyebrow at me.

“If you want to make me laugh, go ahed!” I sad 

“Oh, you are fiesty one, aren’t you? I will make you scream under me!” he said so sure in himself.

“For help, you mean? Yeah, probably!” I laughed daring him to close the distance even more. I started to like this little competition we had on who will come up with more bitter comment.

“Alright, you two. If you’re gonna fuck, take it to somewhere private. We want to study here so let’s go!” Ronni had interviened to stop us from ripping each other after Reggie left the room with disgusted look on his eyes. But I can assure you, the other Serpents loved the show.

The rest of the day went pretty boring. The classes were boring, so were the homeworks and the project. Me and Toni were texting all the time. She was going back and forth how she still couldn’t believe I put Sweat pea to his place.

As I was walking out the doors towards the lot, I saw his sitting on his bike waiting for someone. 

“Hey,fiesty girl!” He said when he saw me nearing him.

“What the heck do you want now, Sweat pea?” I asked as I was trying to pass him by and go to my car.

“We didn’t finish our earlier conversation. I thought you had more to say about me and my balls.” he smirked with his hands crossed in front of his chest, making it look even more muscular. I had to admit I had definitely laid eyes on him, even if Reggie was exaggerating and he did not eye me out.

“I’ve got a lot more to say if you are ready to hear it. But I’ll save it to myself. I don’t wanna hurt this little Serpent bad boy impersonator’s ego.” I said lightly patting on his chest while trying to walk away.

“Not so fast! You got my interest. Wanna go for a drive?” he said holding my hand firmly, not letting me go.

“Where are you going to take me? By the river where you plan on drawning me because I got the balls to tell you to shut the fuck up? And let me remind you that I am pretty sure my balls are bigger than yours.” I snapped back trying to yank my hand form him.

“I don’t plan on killing you. That would mean I will not see your pretty face again. Who would smartmouth me then? But I do have the intention of making you scream, as I said earlier.” he laughed out as he started the engine of his bike and shoved the helmet in my hand. “Hop on!” 

I debate for a little with myself. I had interest in this ball of rage since he entered the school. As time went on and the more I hung with Toni, the more I learned that he is not that bad at all. At least I got that his honor sense was much bigger than the one any other dickhead at our age had. 

“Well, are you coming?” He asked smiling, ready to drive off.

“I better be coming or you are going to be sorry for making me do this”I said as I hopped on the bike behind him.

“You never miss a change to out smart my words” He roared the machine “I have the full intention of making you come, at least a couple of times.” he added, underlining the word “come” with his tone as we drove off. 

The ride was joyful but pretty soon I found myself in fron of his trailer. He stopped the engine and I got off. I gave him back the helmet. He set it down and got off the bike himself. Then we walked to the front door in complete and utter silence. He unlocked the door painfully slow to me and let me go inside first. I took a look around and turned only to find him towering me with his tall figure. I didn’t say a word nor did he. By that time we had said it all. We got the idea of what we both wanted to do with the other and so did our peers, as it seemed.

I slowly walked a few steps closer to him and I pushed his Serpent jacked off his broad shoulders. He smirked and took off his grey tee over his head revealing to me his muscular chest. I looked him from head to toe and touched his chest with my hand slowly. It made him not move an inch. I bit my lower lip and looked him straight in the eye. “Are you going to kiss me or you are going to stay here half naked the entire time?” I sad pushing myself into him.

“Not another invitation is needed, fiesty.” he answered as he closed the distance between us. His lips met mine and it all went blank. Clothes were flying everywhere around his kitchen. He reached slowly for under my bum and lifted me up to put me on the countertop. The cold tiles met my naked thighs. His lips were trailing kisses down my neck making me gasp for air with each kiss.

“Aren’t you a little too dressed for this, boy?” I asked undoing his belt and then his jeans. He didn’t respond. He was too busy taking off my underwear, letting it join the pile of clothes next to the table. He pushed down his jeans and his big and rock hard dick was exposed in front of me.

“What are you gonna say now, ha? Last chance to back out or else you will scream my name by the end of it.” he said all the while touching my already wet folds.

“I am not scared of you, Pea. Show me what you got. Prove me I was wrong.” I dared him.

Slowly he closed all space between us as he entered me in one move. How good it felt! His hands held my thighs and he started pulling out and pushing back inside making me whimp and moan loudly in his ear while he was kissing my neck. His breaths were deep and quick. His mouth eventually found its way to my breast, sucking and kissing on the skin. It made me throw my head back in pleasure. 

Again in one easy motion, he picked me up again and moved me to the table. My legs wrapped around his torso to bring him even closer, if that was any possible. His trusts were getting quicker by the minute, making me slowly loose control. His lips found its way back mine and started playing dangerous game of biting and sucking.

“Girls who play with fire get their fingers burned” he wispered in my ear as he continued to pound in and out with deep trusts inside me.

“What make you think I don’t like to play with fire,ha? Maybe I will burn you more than you will burn me!” I said.

He pulled out of me and took my hand to pull me up in front of him. After that he turned me around and gently pushed me forward so I rested my palms on the surface of the table. He entered me from his position behind me and resumed fucking me hard one more time. 

“You’re dripping wet, you know that? It drives me fucking crazy how wet I made you. I bet you can feel how big my balls are now. Do you have anything to say?” he hissed in my neck.

“Yes, I have. Shut up and make me feel those balls! I wanna be wet just by thinking of you and it’s not going to happen if you continue to talk.” I told him bending over a little bit more to grant him more access to me.

My moans were becoming uncontrollable by the second and so were his. I was already shaking under him as he grabbed me by the hair, gently pulling on it. 

“Are you close, my fiesty girl? I can feel you getting tighter. Cum for me. I want to feel you. Scream for me as you let go. I want to hear you.” I obeyed him. I nodded my head and leaned back into him giving in completely to the sensation of my hard orgasm rocking my body. My muscles trembled and I pressed myself further into him as his name slipped off my lips. I felt him smile at the crook of my neck as he let out deep throated moan and let himself cum as well. 

We were sweating and still trembling from the sex we just had. But he didn’t miss the chance to remind me what I had said. 

“So, fiesty! What do you have to say now? I didn’t hear you scream for help. I heard you screaming for me not to stop and my name, as well. I guess I was right.” he said as he leaned back at the counter after he had put his boxers on. 

We both knew it wasn’t going to be just a hook up fight. It all went on from there with me puting him in his place after which I was always shown what I can get if I ask politely. But to ask politely for a booty call from Sweet pea is never as fun. 

I went right up to him after I put on my panties as well and pressed my body into his. “Shut the fuck up! Do you ever stop being so cocky? Bite your tongue and kiss me.” I ordered as I pulled his head down to meet my lips. He snaked his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him and giving in the kiss. 

When I went into his bathroom to refresh myself after our little fiasko, I looked into the mirror and saw two big black purple hickeys on my neck. He made sure it would be visible for everyone the next day that he had proven me wrong and I learned my lesson. Oh, boy! He was in trouble and so was I.

[castillon02]

Helping with Armor

Summary: Lambert keeps misunderstanding veiled and/or clumsy propositions. (Last entry for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo! Also on AO3) 

Geralt had beaten him again in the practice ring, stupid gods-damned mutations making for a winning combination no matter what clever tricks Lambert pulled out of his ass. And to make it all worse---worse!---Geralt’s last blow had snuck into his leather cuirass, a thrust turned into a slice turned into a torn-up piece of shit.

“Uh,” Geralt said, already holding his hands out palm-up against the force of Lambert’s glare. “You’d look better out of it. Let me help you with that.” He reached out. 

Lambert tore the ripped armor off his chest and threw it at him. “Help’s a bit useless now, dickhead!” 

He caught Eskel approaching in his peripheral vision, shaking his head at Geralt, and stormed off before he had to hear the ‘friendly opponents’ speech again. There was a new batch of White Gull that needed trying out. Maybe if he drank enough he’d forget that he was always going to be a lab rat from an inferior round of testing. 

He left as soon as the ice melted that year, and said no farewells when he did. 

---

Lambert growled at the strap on his pauldron, pulling it as tight as he could. It hadn’t been this stubborn at the beginning of the year---must have shrunk with all the bad weather he’d slogged through.

“Going somewhere?” Eskel asked, leaning against Lambert’s doorframe. 

“Fucking fishing, if I can get this fucking armor to cooperate,” Lambert groused.

“How about some help?” Eskel asked, suddenly behind him and talking in his ear, one hand on Lambert’s shoulder. 

What the fuck was Eskel doing, trying to intimidate him? Like Lambert would be afraid of any Witcher. He glared and made himself stay still as Eskel’s hand slid down his arm to the pauldron strap---and pulled it off. 

“Hmm, you’ve built up some muscle,” Eskel said, poking his bicep. Which, yeah, maybe, but---

“I was trying to keep that on,” Lambert said. 

“I was hoping to help you take the rest of it off,” Eskel said, casual. “It all looks pretty tight.”  

Lambert finally whirled to face him. “What the fuck?” he asked. “You want me to go fishing without my armor on?” 

Eskel’s face did a complicated thing that Lambert was too flustered, for some reason, to parse. 

“You want me to take some ice shrapnel bare-skinned?” Lambert asked. “Not to mention how much it keeps you warm. Fuck, did you really think I’d go out there and freeze my balls off just cuz you batted your eyes and asked real pretty? Thought you weren’t that much of an asshole.”        

“I...uh...” Eskel stammered. “Sorry. Fishing. Right. Have fun with that.” He walked off in the direction of Geralt’s room.

Lambert would have fun fishing. With his armor on. And now he had to start fighting his pauldron all over again, thanks to Eskel’s interference. Melitele’s methane farts.   

---  

“Coën!” Lambert said, surprised to be met at the gate. He’d expected to be the first one at the keep, up the trail early with a wrist that had healed wrong and could use someone with two free hands to rebreak and set it. The fiend had had the worse end of the fight, dead and scavenged when Lambert had awoken, but he’d been unconscious long enough for his wrist to fuck itself up---at least a day and a half, maybe longer. 

“Lambert,” Coën said with a friendly nod. “Guess we both had a hard year on the Path.” He rubbed at his shoulder; bandages poked out from beneath his shirt. 

No horses in the stable. “We’re the only two here?” Lambert asked to confirm. 

 “Even Vesemir’s down at Ard Carraigh, picking up some supplies,” Coën said. He hesitated. “Since it’s only us...do you want to, you know...polish some armor together?” 

Lambert stared. “What?” he asked. Griffins were known for their courtly manners and good hygiene, but polishing armor? 

“You know, do some personal polishing,”  Coën said, weirdly intent. “Really make sure our swords are looking good.” 

Lambert bristled. “I know my shit needs a good scrubbing, but you don’t have to point it out as soon as I get here!” 

Coën startled. “Wait, what?” 

“Listen, doing anything is a bitch and half with this wrist fucked up like it is, let alone keeping my oh-so-precious armor polished to shining knight standards!” Lambert ranted. “I want the kitchen and a bed, in that order, and if my hideous stench offends you so much, you don’t have to be around it!” 

“I---” Coën’s mouth dropped open, and then he drew himself up into that Griffin formality, straight-backed and earnest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. Listen, if your...wrist troubles...ever bother you and you need some relief, I’m here for you, all right?” 

Lambert’s shoulders dropped. “Yeah, you’re all right. Guess I didn’t need to shout; just need a meal in me. Catch you tomorrow for sparring?”

Coën nodded and beat a quick retreat. 

Little spats like that were always easier with Coën, who was as placid as Lambert was reactive. Not much shared history, either, which helped. Still, Lambert kept from cleaning his gear throughout most of that winter; if dirty armor bothered Coën that much, he could polish it himself. 

This lasted until Eskel finally got tired of the smell and threw him, fully armored, into the hot springs. But even then, Lambert got to collect on a bet with Geralt that one of the others would break before Midwinter, so it wasn’t too bad.   

---

“You look good out of your armor,” Geralt told him the next year, both of them steaming next to each other in the hot springs. 

The latest match between them had ended in a draw, and the hot water had Lambert’s muscles warm and loose, too pleasantly unspooled for him to bother tensing up like he usually would at that kind of dig. “Yeah, yeah,” he said instead, leaning his head back against the stone ledge behind them. “Not everyone can afford that mastercrafted shit.” 

Geralt sighed next to him. “Just meant that you look nice. Healthy,” he said. 

Lambert glanced at him; he had a little smile on his face like he actually meant it. “Well, fuck, I guess you’d be the expert on looking nice, pretty boy, so I’ll have to believe you.” 

Geralt snorted. “You catch a Wtcher with an exfoliator one time,” he said, bringing them back to familiar ground. 

“If you weren’t gonna use it, you would’ve left it with that bard of yours,” Lambert said, as he always did when the subject of the cute little pumice stone that they’d found in Geralt’s saddlebags came up.  

Geralt got out a few minutes later, water sluicing off of him attractively. Too bad Geralt wasn’t the kind of guy who went for mouthy assholes like Lambert. 

---

The Cat, small and wiry, leaned into his space. “That was a nice killshot,” he said. “We make a pretty good team.” 

Lambert hesitated, but it had been pretty good teamwork, the Cat herding the troll into a tight spot so Lambert could take it out with a concussive bomb. “Thanks,” he said, and “Split the reward?” just to make sure they were square about it.    

“Half and half,” the Cat confirmed. “Name’s Aiden,” he added, his plump mouth curled into a mischief-making smile. “You got a name, Wolf?” 

“Lambert,” Lambert said. He stepped closer, drawn in by the smile despite himself. 

“Well, Lambert, I think you’re hot. You want to go find somewhere to take our armor off and fuck?” 

Lambert looked Aiden up and down, from the braids curled tightly against his head to the pointy tips of his soft-soled boots. Pretty. Straightforward, too, especially for a Cat, which was nice. And no Witcher was ever really disarmed so long as they had the use of their fingers. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Yeah, I guess I’d like that.” 

“Let me help you get started,” Aiden said, and he pulled Lambert into a kiss, slow and sweet, until Lambert’s breath caught in his throat from the building heat of it. “There’s the first bit down,” he said, poking his finger at Lambert’s cheek, which was creased with a smile. 

“That’s called a fucking face, you metaphorical twat,” Lambert said. “Here, I’ll show you what taking armor off really looks like,” and he pulled at the straps on Aiden’s breastplate.

--- 

A few months later, Aiden, his head on Lambert’s lap for post-coital petting, laughed when Lambert told him the story of the season of smelly armor. “You know that’s a euphemism for Griffins, right? Polishing armor?” He said it with a waggle of his eyebrows and a lewd gesture. 

Lambert stopped petting him. “What the fuck,” he said. “I was getting propositioned?” He ran through the last few conversations he’d had about armor. “Wait,” he said. “Is that what it means when someone puts their hand on your shoulder and says you’d look better with your armor off?” 

Aiden cackled and pressed his face into Lambert’s stomach. “All this time, you could have been getting dicked down at that keep of yours!” he said, biting at Lambert’s hairy thigh. 

“Dicked down by euphemistic assholes,” Lambert grumbled, widening his legs to give Aiden more room to lengthen a chain of hickeys he’d left earlier.

---

“Hey, pretty boy,” Lambert said that winter. “Your dick would look even prettier without that armor. Let me help you with that.” 

Geralt burst out laughing, but he was good in bed, wicked and dryly funny, so Lambert spent the winter well-fucked and sated. And anyway, his line had worked, hadn’t it? Unlike the lines from certain other assholes. 

“’Helping with armor,’” Lambert grumbled to himself while giving his literal armor its winter cleaning. “My ass.” The pass looked like it would be open soon, sun starting to shine more each day. 

“We could help with your ass instead?” Geralt offered from the doorway, Eskel and Coën beside him. “If you’re not too busy.” Geralt smirked. Eskel and Coën smiled. They were literally looking down at him, what with Lambert kneeling to scrub his chest plate, but it didn’t feel like they were looking down on him.    

Lambert considered the possibility for a moment. Fun, probably, and he’d enjoy telling Aiden about it in the spring. “Guess I can take some time out of my busy schedule,” he said, and he followed them to Geralt’s room, leaving his armor behind him, forgotten.  

[enbiart]

AITA for telling my friend to set his brother on fire?

On phone so it may have some shitty formatting. So i know this guy, let's call him Joe (M16). We met like a couple months, maybe years ago when he hallucinated me out of trauma and constant stress and i somehow became a real being. Now Joe has this dickhead piece of shit brother i hate him he's so dumb and useless. Every time he gets near joe i want to slap that bitch. Now here's when our problem starts. A couple days ago joe confronted me and said that im an "unhealthy coping mechanism" whatever the fuck that means. He says he cant rely on me and keep pushing away everything around him anymore??? Like what are you saying? He brought up the fact that i had told him to set his loser cringe ass brother on fire but that doesn't count since he literally deserved that. I got angry at him and slammed him against the wall and asked what the fuck was he thinking and he got really upset and started crying. Im not going to get into the rest because i dont want to make this post long but now he's not talking to me anymore. My other gang of hallucination friends are all saying I'm the asshole but i think theyre just being dramatic because they all suck up to joe. So tell me Reddit, AITA?

[madswritingvoid]

Say You’re Sorry

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 3k (oops haha)

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. Oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, swearing, slight choking, first time writing smut should probably be a warning itself, sexism, Max Phillips is a warning probably.

You knew it was a bad idea. Well, actually, no you didn’t. Not fully. The voice in your head was just screaming at you to stop - there were other ways to get his attention. Other ways to make Max feel bad for what he did during the Synersavers presentation that didn’t require you stooping this low. Fuck it, you figured, if he can go around and do whatever he wants to get his way then so can I.

Fixing your hair and outfit in the mirror one last time, you went back into the office looking for the desk you usually avoid like the plague. Max Phillips, fuck you.

Earlier That Day

“So you see, Mr. Jacobson, our third quarter projections have us coming in on top by two million dollars and the fourth quarter is looking even better. I mean really champ, if these numbers were anymore amazing they’d be as hot as your associate there in that fetching skirt,” Max winks at the woman taking meeting minutes for your potential new client, causing her skin to blotch, “fucking unreal. Pardon my French,” he finishes, earning a big laugh from the CEO of Synersavers, the new bullshit placebo pill that was supposed to alter the brain’s natural neural pathways to promote synergy. You weren’t sure what dreams synergy was helping pathetic humans to achieve, but it meant a bonus if they signed on so you made sure that PowerPoint presentation was the best slides of your career.

You scoff, worried that if you roll your eyes they’ll get stuck. You know Max Phillips was quite the charmer, you knew better than anyone in the office. This past year saw him go from being just your hot vampire boss you had a crush on, to your hot vampire boss that was now your boyfriend. 

While you never made an official statement to your coworkers, you quietly signed the papers Amanda in HR needed signed and let the sound of you screaming Max’s name in his office while he was balls deep inside you let the rest of your coworkers know of your relationship. Overall, Max was a great boyfriend. Better than expected even - attentive, caring, protective to a fault, all while still being that loveable (?) piece of shit frat boy extraordinaire he had been at the beginning. 

You knew he still had to lay on the charm to close sales from time to time, never actually violating your relationship in any way, but after the fight you had this morning you didn’t think flirting with the only person in the meeting who did not actually control whether or not this partnership was going to happen right in front of you was the best move.

“Mr. Phillips,” Jacobson says, once again only acknowledging Max and completely ignoring you as he had been for the entire presentation, “you got quite the silver tongue. But I like that about ya, I think you get what our product is all about and I wanna make this partnership work. I’m surprised your presentation is as good as it was, because if you’ll pardon my French, if my secretary looked as delicious as yours does I’d be too busy fucking her left, right, and centre to even think about the fourth quarter anything!” He laughs and claps Max on the shoulder and you tense up, sure that Max is going to say something. Not even because he’s your boyfriend, but because he landed the sale and doesn’t have to be as sleazy as this dickhead is. 

“See that’s where you’re wrong Jacobson, it’s almost like I’m working double to avoid her. Just doesn’t get the mojo flowing, y’know? Maybe we should switch, what do you think sweetheart?” He looks over at the still flustered secretary, “Come on and work for me and we’ll work on some new ways of making synergy happen,” he wags his eyebrows and you’re surprised this poor woman hasn’t slid right off her seat. You’re stunned. Even as Mr. Jacobson laughs and brings a laughing Max into some sort of capitalist bro hug, you can’t bring yourself to move. It isn’t until you hear the squeak of the wheels from the chair Mr. Jacobson’s secretary was sitting against the shitty meeting room carpet that you snap back to the present and shut everything down. By the time you finish everyone is long gone, leaving you to stew in your rage.

A hesitant knock on the meeting room door makes you jump as you’re met with a sheepish looking Evan in the doorway. You were never a big fan of Evan when you started, kind of thought he was a wimp but he was nice enough. After getting with Max and learning their shared history, you couldn’t stand Evan, but were able to be far more professional when needed until Max.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was still in here after Max and the Synersavers people left,” he shrugged. “What the fuck do you mean Max left with them?” You asked through clenched teeth. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, Evan took a deep breath before telling you, “yeah, um. They left for a late liquid lunch from what it sounded like, Max said you would be too busy learning how to make a paper clip bracelet to join them… Sorry, he’s such an asshole. You don’t deserve that, especially not from that bastard,” He couldn’t meet your eyes. Even though he still tried to tell you to leave Max every single day, you appreciate him being there this time.

There were many things you could be mean to Evan for, but deep down you knew he didn’t deserve the wrath of your anger this time. 

Later That Afternoon

After taking the elevator up to the office to mentally cleanse his mind from that mindless lunch with that absolute creep Jacobson, Max was trying to come up with the best apology for you. He knew he didn’t have to be so forward flirting with that secretary, what the fuck was her name anyways, in order to win the sexist CEO over. But he was feeling petty after your fight while you were getting ready for work he figured it wouldn’t hurt to remind you that many other women find him quite the catch.

“You’re lying! You have to be lying!! There’s no way that happened oh my god,” Max stops dead in his tracks as he hears your giggles from inside the office. “It is! I totally saw Tim practising the dance moves the day after that Kelly Clarkson concert in the men’s washroom. I didn’t even know she had dancers, but from what I saw it really must have been a hell of a show,” Evan says as you throw your head back and let out another over-the-top cackle. You’re sitting on top of Evan’s desk, resting your hand on his shoulder as he sits in between your open legs, clearly enjoying the attention. 

You’re hamming it up, he knows that, he knows that’s not what your real laugh sounds like - the laugh he gets to hear when he really does something that you like. He knows you don’t mean it but he’s immediately flooded with anger and guilt. He obviously didn’t realize how much the day had taken a toll on you and now you must be really mad if you’re going to Evan to get back at him.

“Oh my god Evan that’s too funny,” you giggle and place a hand on his shoulder, “you just made my day! I won’t tell Tim anything, it’ll be our little secret,” you wink. Evan’s blush deepens at the touch, maybe you weren’t so bad after all and if Max (and Amanda at this point) didn’t look out he would maybe ask you out for a drink sometime soon. Bring you back to the land of the living.

Deciding he’s absolutely had enough, Max quietly comes up behind Evan and slaps both hands on his shoulders after seeing you move yours back to your lap, causing him to freeze and let out a little squeak. “Slugger, I’m sure whatever’s going on here is just too funny, but didn’t I ask you to finish up that presentation for tomorrow’s meeting with NuevaWeight?” he pouts, “I really thought you were taking this job seriously buddy, but maybe I should just get Andrew to take over…”

“N-no Max, sorry. Yeah the presentation is almost done, it’ll be ready before the end of the day,” Evan stammers. Max finally meets your eyes and smirks, “and you can meet me in my office. Apparently you think you can stop doing your job and distracting my employees.”

You can’t even speak, your jaw set and eyes burning from the absolute rage you feel right now. Yeah you’ll meet him in his office, but it won’t be so he can lecture you about whatever bullshit he’s already thought of. “Of course Mr. Phillips, meet you there,” you manage to snap back, calmly making your way to his office. Anyone walking by you immediately gets out of your way, your anger coming off in waves making your undead coworkers shiver.

Clapping Evan on the shoulder one more time, Max saunters over to his office, ready to make you beg for his forgiveness after that little stunt. As soon as he opens his office door he realizes that won’t be happening.

You’re sitting in his chair, legs propped up on his desk in a way that makes your skirt ride up and expose more thigh than what HR might deem office appropriate. “Ah, Mr. Phillips, so nice of you to make it,” you smirk. “Sweets, I think there must be some sort of misunderstandi-'' you cut him off with a dark look and stand up. Walking up to him you close his office door and push him against it, “No champ,” you sneer, “I think you’re confused here. I’m not the one who decided to be a very, very bad boy by flirting with someone else and insulting me in front of new clients.” Chest to chest, your hand slithers up to grab Max’s throat. Even though he is a vampire who could toss you around like a ragdoll, you know he’s letting you be in control. He likes it.

“While you were out entertaining I’ve been thinking about what I could do to make you really sorry, baby. You were already on thin ice from this morning, but now you’re drowning,” you squeeze a little harder on his throat making his eyes roll back. “What are you gonna do? I’m so sorry,” he whispers. You take a moment, just looking into those eyes you love so much, before answering.

“Maybe I’ll sit on your cock. Let you fill my pussy up but not let you cum, because only good boys get to come, you know that Maxie. Maybe I’ll just use you like my own walking, talking dildo. If I’m so replaceable you won’t mind not getting to fill me up? Right?” You smirk again as he whines, his hands clenching because all he wants to do is make you feel good now. 

“You wanna run that mouth, Phillips? You wanna make everything think you’re so fucking special when I know you’re really just a scared little vamp, huh?” You say with a pout. Grabbing his hair, you force his head up so you can look right into his eyes that are now almost completely black from lust. “Come on big shot, if you wanna be a big boy then you gotta show me that mouth can do something other than just spew bullshit, slugger.” 

That’s all the permission he needs. He hoists you up in his arms and thanks to vampire speed you’re now sat on his leather couch, skirt up around your waist, underwear ripped clean off, fully exposed to his hungry eyes. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he pouts, “let me make you feel good. I just want you-” You’ve heard enough, pushing him down so his mouth finally reaches your core. Moaning at finally tasting you, Max wastes no time taking your clit and sucking hard, already teasing your entrance with one of his long fingers. 

“Y-Yes Max, fuck! Be a good boy and make me cum just like this,” you moan and clench around the finger inside of you, knowing you’re absolutely dripping onto the couch underneath you. He adds a second, then a third, making you arch your back until you’re almost sitting up from how good he’s fucking you with his hands. His mouth doesn’t stop, sucking and licking, spelling out his apologies against your body. Knowing you’re close, he starts focusing on that spot inside of you that drives you wild. 

“Oh! Oh, Maxie yes. Such a g-good boy,” you pant, meeting his hand thrust for thrust trying to reach your high, “make me feel so good please please please baby I’m right there, I-” you can’t finish that sentence as your vision goes white and all you can do is let out a strangled moan that sounds like his name.

Once your legs start shaking you pull both of you up, undoing his belt and pushing him onto the couch so you can straddle his waist. You wrap a hand around his neck and start nipping at the area, rocking your soaked pussy along his aching cock that was now free from the confines of his dress pants a few times before sinking down on him. A wicked grin stretches across your face as his moans get louder. He chokes when he feels you gush around him, not expecting you to come again so soon but you were still sensitive from his mouth, the hair above his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit, but you wanted more still. 

Picking up the pace, you squeeze around his throat again and start taunting him, “You gonna replace me baby? Yeah? You gonna find a pussy that takes you this good? Be my guest. Go right now and find something better, or show me how goddamn sorry you are.”

Granting him permission to take over, Max flips you on your back, making sure your head is supported by one of the couch cushions. He immediately wraps your legs around his waist, angling one leg to let him sink even deep inside of you, your moans mixing together as you both revel in the feeling of him finally being inside of you. Wanting to prove himself he wastes no time pulling out just to start slamming back into you. 

You moan and clench around him, making him hiss and he doesn’t let up. Watching him disappear inside of you over and over again, he starts babbling his apologies. “N-Never baby. Could never replace you. Never gonna find a pu-pussy this fucking good. Look at you, so perfect, so so perfect taking my cock like that. I’m sorry. You’re so good. I don’t deserve it, it’s- fuck it’s so fucking good. Best pussy of all time,” he moans as you clamp down on him, your third orgasm ripping through you. 

“Yes - yes Max, that’s fucking r-right. I’m the best pussy you’ll ever have,” you moan again from being so full. You know he’s sorry so you decide to let him finish after all. Taking your hands off his shoulders, you start tangling your fingers in his hair and bring his face close to your so your lips are almost touching, “you did so good Maxie,” you coo, “you cock made me feel so fucking good I know you’re sorry now.” He shudders at your words but keeps his steady pace, trying to make you cum again, still holding back his own impending orgasm. “Thank you baby, ‘m so so sorry, I love you and I just wanna be good for you-” “shhh shhh Maxie, I know I know. You did good baby, now show me how good you are and cum inside of me.” 

That’s all he needs. 

Something between a groan and growl comes deep from within Max as he finally lets go, pushing himself as far as he can inside of you as he starts painting your walls. Coming down from his high, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as you start peppering him with kisses wherever you can reach, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I’m really sorry baby,” you hear him mumble into your neck, “I love you.” He kisses along your throat and you hum, moving your head to give him more access. “I know Max, I love you too. I forgive you. But try that again and I’ll cut your dick off in front of the whole office,” you laugh.

He chuckles too, continuing to shower you with love. “As much as I want to stay right here forever baby, let’s go home and I can keep showing you how sorry I am,” he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows to earn a giggle from you, “sounds good Maxie, you’re lucky I’m just sooooo forgiving.”

Untangling from each other and making yourselves as presentable as you care to be, you leave the office hand-in-hand, ready to see what the rest of the night has in store.

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Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 1. Darling Princess

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Sucking on another cigarette the stale tobacco burned your throat in a way you would’ve been disgusted by years ago. You looked out your window down at the gate, walkers pulling at it to try and get in. It had been a couple of years since Negan took power and more than long enough for you to feel trapped. You held the smoke in your lungs, a small part of your brain wishing it would ignite inside you and let you combust, before letting it out slow and smooth. Luxuries like this were meant to last. Another luxury was the leather loveseat you were sitting on, and the black and blue mosaic coffee table your feet and ashtray were on, and the acoustic gibson on your lap.

You placed the smoke between your lips to free your hand so you could strum the strings. You were playing an old rock balled your old man had taught you what felt like a life-time ago. He didn’t teach you to play guitar but when you came back from scouts playing campfire songs he insisted on teaching you some real music. You thought back on how many of his guitar strings you broke before that Christmas he bought you your own Washburn. The strings seemed to break less when the instrument was more your size. Those memories felt so distant now. As if they belonged to another person or were part of a movie you watched. The lyrics of the tune you were playing were on the cusp of coming back to you when your door opened violently somewhere behind you.

“My dearest daughter” Negan spoke as he entered your private room. You likened his new way of talking to that of a TV presenter. Always having to keep people on their toes. You used to think it funny when you were a kid but it wasn’t part of his personality then. “What are you doing here? Dinner was half an hour ago.”

“I’m not hungry” you shot back not even turning to face him, which would have been easy since the chair sat with its side to the window, but the walkers chewing on the fence were far more interesting.

“Y/N, don’t lie to me. You said the same at breakfast.” He sauntered over. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Lucille wasn’t with him.

“Food I didn’t earn doesn’t sate my appetite” you shot back, leaning forward to put out your smoke in the ashtray. That must have stirred something within him because the next thing you know you were grabbed by your arm and dragged out of your room, the guitar hitting the ground with a sorry sound. You let him drag you without protest, knowing better.

You were pulled into a plush dining room, immaculately furnished with white cushioned chair and a long oak table, set with silver cutlery. There were five sets in total for you, your father, and three of his ‘wives’. You figured this was some sort of ‘happy family’ play he’d act out but you didn’t know who the viewer was. You? The wives? The men? Or maybe knowing you didn’t want to be here was entertainment enough.

You were shoved into a chair next to the head of the table across from Frankie. She looked comfortable while nursing her drink but you reckoned that wasn’t her first. In front of her sat a bottle of vodka, distilled on-site by worker number 12. Fat Joey was filling the bowls with soup when your father shoved your chair in. He plopped himself into the chair next to you at the head of the table.

“Now isn’t this nice. A big happy family dinner before your old man takes off tomorrow.” You didn’t dignify him with a reply, instead motioning to the bottle of vodka in front of you. 

“May I have some, Frankie?” she looked at the bottle then smiled at you 

“Go ahead, Princess”. You picked up the bottle and filled your glass half-way to spite her for that nickname. 

“Thank you” you tried to be civil, as badly as you wanted to just walk off with the bottle, you sipped your glass instead.

You silently started the soup. The veggies were cut into large pieces. Perfect, chewing gave you a reason not to talk to the dickhead to your left. Your eyes were too buried in your soup to see the other two wives staring at you and your father who was boring holes into your head with his eyes.

“How was your day, Y/N?” Tanya perked up

“Same as yours” you replied with a mouth full of carrot and potato

Silence

“Where are you going tomorrow Negan?” Nicolle added.

“Ladies.” Your father spoke out, his tone showing his distinct lack of patience. “I’m not an idiot. I can tell that our darling daughter doesn’t want to share our company.”

“I made that obvious in my room.” Your spoon fell gracelessly into your bowl. “Why am I here?!” 

He reached over and rubbed your cheek affectionately. “Because I love you. And!” he punctuated the final word by raising a finger in front of your face, a silent cue to wait. He stood up from his chair and took off out of the room and down the hall. You took this moment to talk to his wives.

“You don’t have to be nice to me,” you said before starting to shovel soup into your mouth.

“Like hell, we don't.” Frankie retorted, earning a short child from one of the others. You chuckled and swallowed the food in your mouth. You picked up your glass and gestured it at Frankie

“Take notes, Ladies. Frankie doesn’t try bullshit on me” Frankie gestured her glass back. You guessed she’d been in a similar situation, forced to get along with people because it was easier. She didn’t try to be your friend because you knew you wouldn’t appreciate it, which in a weird turn of events you appreciated.

Your father arrived back. It was now you noticed he was a lot cleaner than usual, even the signature leather jacket had left him. Now you were alarmed. In his hands was a pink box with a purple bow. He placed it in front of you and kissed the top of your head. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

“Is it my birthday?” you asked, not quite sure. Time had become a blur since the end of the world. You pushed your bowl away to bring the box in front of you.

“Give or take a few months. I know I’ve missed a couple what with...everything...so this will count for at least one of them.” He placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a little squeeze, your own hand finding its way on top “There’s a lot more gifts coming for my princess, don't you worry.” You couldn’t help the smile that came to you, giggling slightly. You looked up at him, seeing nothing but unconditional love being sent back your way 

“Dad, it’s alright.” You smiled and turned back to your gift. The wives were now watching, captivated by this little bit of humanity at the end of it all. You gingerly opened the bow and lifted the lid off.

Inside lay a military knife, clearly hand-made on-site with a beautiful leather handle and your name carved into the side in cursive. You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. You picked it up, finding it fits in your hand perfectly. 

“It’s beautiful” you near-whispered, watching as the candle lights hit against the metal. In a moment it was lodged in the table a mere inch from Tanya’s hand. You kicked back your chair, making your father step back, and grabbed the vodka bottle in one motion. “Now if only I had a reason to fucking use it” you spat as you stormed out of the room.

Back in your room, you sat in the corner with your head against the cold-glass window, looking down at the dead, only illuminated by the moon. You had killed so many of them before arriving at Sanctuary. Hell, you’d say you saved your old man’s ass more than he saved you...but he was a people’s person. Ruthless. But a people’s person. ‘Let me do my thing and I’ll have these assholes sucking my dick in days’.

That was a different age. Back when your father was a teacher. Back when your mother was sick. Back when your father cheated on her with anything with a pulse and she took it out on you. Back when your mother’s treatment and your father’s lifestyle drained your college fund and you had to enlist. Back when she’d attack you, both emotionally and physically, and you took it cause you knew she was in pain.  Back when you had come home from a 16-month mission because her condition had worsened. Back when the world went to shit. Back when you had to put her down because your sleazeball of a father wasn’t man enough to do it. You looked down at the dead and thought, if you reached your hands through the wires...you could be back with your mom.

Your door opened slowly, heavy footsteps coming your way. There was no need to look. Only one person would enter your room without knocking. “You scared Tanya back there, Princess.” your father spoke in a low voice. 

“She can take it” you croaked, a clear sign you had been crying. He kneeled down beside you. In the reflection of the window, you could see him holding out the knife.

“Please take it.” You turned around, your back now pressed to the window.

“Why?”

“You need to be able to protect yourself”

“Give me a gun then”

“No.”

“Why? Scared I’d leave.” You took a swig of your drink. 

“I see you’re upset-”

“Do you?! Do you really?” you cut him short, stumbling to your feet using the window to push yourself up. “Why am I upset? Because I eat food I don’t deserve? Because you make people die for me? Because you have me trapped in a fucking tower like Repunzel or some shit!?” That earned a chuckle from him, which only served to piss you off. “I should be down there earning my bit just like everyone else.”

“Do we have to go over this again?” He sighed dramatically. He cupped your face, the knife now dangerously close to you. “You're my daughter Y/N. My darling baby girl. My precious princess”

“I was twenty-six when this shit hit, dad” you mumbled through your squished cheeks. He gave them a little loving slap.

“You're valuable to me, which means some people might want to hurt you. You eat to stay alive, people die because they’re stupid, and you live in this room on this floor so you can be kept safe.” you blew him off with a wave of your hand and an angry sigh. You pushed passed him to your bed, twirling to sit on it and start taking off your combat boots. He walked over and lodged the knife in your headboard before kneeling down to look up at you. “I have to go out for a while. Find this Rick Grimes asshole and get some payback for the fifteen men he killed at our outpost.”

A chill went up your spine “The one near the hilltop settlement” you whispered. 

“That’s right.” You looked him in the eye, not noticing how your lip quivered.

“You don’t have too.” you didn’t know if it was the booze or genuine worry for human life but you found yourself begging. “We have more than enough peo-” he shushed you soothingly, his hand coming up to your cheek, rubbing soothing circles. 

“Oh but you know I have too, and while I’m gone I don’t want anyone to get ideas on what they can do to you so” he nodded towards the knife. You pulled it out of the wall, looking it over before nodding, mouthing ‘okay’ and depositing it in your nightstand table. He kissed your forehead before leaving, wishing you a good night. Once again alone you took two large gulps of your drink and laid down.

Edit: For creative reasons Y/N is now 26 at the beginning of the apocalypse instead of the original 24

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“Helpless” *Part 8*

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The rings felt like they went on forever; one, two, three, four….SHIT please please please…

Hello you’ve reached Rafael Barba…

You dropped the phone, tears stinging your eyes. You debated texting him, but what would you say?

“Hey Raf so my insane roommate is holding me hostage with a gun, so if you could call me back that’d be greeeeaaat!”

 He had to answer, he just had to. You didn’t know what you’d do if you were forced to take Arianna alone. Actually yes you did, you’d go with her. And you’d never see Rafael again. Maybe if you texted him.

“CALL ME. ASAP. 911.” send.

Not 30 seconds later, your phone was vibrating in your hand. 

“Miss me already?” You heard him smiling through the phone, but there was no time. 

“Raf, listen to me. I--I-I….God I don’t even--” You got up and started pacing the room.

“Wow okay calm down, breathe carino. What’s going on? Was Arianna upset?” 

“Yeah you could say that,” you tried remaining calm. “She’s holding me hostage,”

“....What do you mean by she’s ‘holding you hostage’?”

“I mean she put a gun to my face and told me to pack all my shit because we’re leaving New York forever!” You shook your hands, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“WHAT?! Please tell me you’re being dramatic--” 

“Do I SOUND like I’m joking, Rafael?” 

“I don’t understand, you said that Arianna would never--” 

“Yeah well, I said a lot of things. And I really didn’t think she would hurt me. Actually I don’t entirely know she’ll actually use it on me, but I’m not about to take any chances,” You twisted your hair in your fingers nervously. 

“So how are you calling me?”

“I told her I’m packing,” You started putting clothes in one of the boxes Arianna had given you. 

“You’re going with her?!” 

“What choice do I have right now, Raf?! What did you want me to say ‘No Arianna I’m sorry I can’t do that, please shoot me right here,’?” You scoffed, grabbing more stuff and tossing it in the box.

“Okay I’m calling Liv--”

“NO! You can’t send cops here. I'm not entirely sure she won’t shoot cops. I’ve never seen her like this before,” You stopped what you were doing and put both hands on the phone.

“Ok well I’m coming back there then--” 

“NO, she will ABSOLUTELY shoot you,” You hissed into the phone.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!!!! I didn’t...I didn’t think that far. I just-- needed your voice,” you started to cry, sinking down to the floor.

“Y/N….” Rafael’s voice tried to soothe you, he hated hearing you cry. 

“Y/N? Do you want this straightener?” You heard Arianna open the door, and you dropped the phone. 

“Uh….Um, what?” you poked your head up over your bed. 

 The straightener? Yeah sure,” you faked your best fake smile.

“Are you crying?” Arianna stepped into the room and walked towards you. Panicked she’d see you talking to Rafael. You pressed END on the call and slid the phone under the bed.

“Um, yeah Arianna my best friend just held a fucking gun to my face, that tends to be upsetting,” you snapped.

“Aw, sweetie. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t wanna do that,” she offered you a hand.

“Right,” you rolled your eyes but let her help you up.

“I didn’t! I just...I need you to do this, okay? It’s for the best,” she assured you.

“Look Arianna I’m already doing what you want, can you please at least leave me alone to...come to terms with it?” you snapped again, grabbing another box and shoving stuff in it. 

“Sure baby girl, I’m sorry,” She nodded and headed towards the door, but her eyes noticed something on the floor.

“Hmm...I guess you won’t need this right now,” She bent down and picked up your phone that had slid straight through to the other side when you tossed it. Damn wood floors!!!

“I...I…” you had no words; this was like a nightmare. Even worse, it began vibrating in Arianna’s hand. 

“Well well well, someone’s popular,” She smirked, answering the phone on speaker.. “Y/N’s phone!” 

“Ari? Ari, where's Y/N?” you could hear Rafael’s voice.

“She’s right here, abogado. She’s busy right now,” she spoke into the phone, looking at your sad face.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Me? What did YOU do to her?! Two days ago she was my ride or die, now you stick your tongue in her ear and she wants to run off into the sunset with you,” she yelled into the phone. 

“Raf I’m fine,” You called out.

“See? She’s fine. I would never hurt her. I’m taking her away so you can’t hurt us anymore,” she scoffed.

“She’s not yours!”

“SHE IS MINE,” Arianna screamed, then looked at you shocked she had just lost it like that. 

“I’m sorry, babe. I mean you’re your own person, you’re just….my best friend,” 

“Yeah sure that’s what you meant,” you could just hear Rafael rolling his eyes.

“SHUT UP. I won’t hurt my best friend but I will hurt you, and anyone you decide to send after us,” 

“Look, Arianna. I get it, you’re scared. You feel backed into a corner, and you’re just reacting. I understand…”

“Are you seriously trying to use the ‘hostage speech’ bullshit on me? We know ALL about mind games, asshole,” 

“No! I’m--Okay fine kind of, but I just--- look I swear to God I will leave you alone, just let Y/N go and you can leave town,” 

“No no no, see I can’t do that. I need her,” 

“Yeah you need me to manipulate people for you,” 

“Really, Y/N? I could do a lot of things for money,” She acted hurt. “I just want the one person in this world who I love with me,” 

“You don’t love me Ari, I don’t know if you ever did,” you bit your lip.

“OF COURSE I DO!! How can you say that?!” she cried.

“You don’t do THIS to someone you love, Ari!!” you screamed. 

“Desperate times, babe,” she nodded her head.

“NO! Not desperate times! Nobody is threatening you with ANYTHING, Arianna!! It’s in your head! We both already told you, nobody is going to come after you,”

“I swear,” Rafael chimed in.

“SHUT UP, the both of you!” Ari screamed. “Look, I’m sorry that you two started some kind of little rom com, but if my life has taught me anything is you never trust ANYONE, let alone a COP,”

“He’s not a cop, he's a lawyer,” you muttered.

“Really? You wanna argue semantics with me right now?” 

“She’s just nervous, Ari calm down don’t do anything stupid,”

“I’m not going to hurt her, dickhead. She’s my collateral,” Again, Arianna tripped over herself after speaking before thinking. 

“I mean, my best friend,” “Look I’m sorry, but she stays with me. We’re a packaged deal, and you’re not going to come between us anymore. Lose this number,” 

“No no no Ari--!!!” Rafael’s voice was cut off by the smashing of your phone all over the floor of the apartment. 

“God DAMMIT Ari!!! Really?!” you screamed, gathering the pieces as if they would materialize in your hands.

“I’m sorry, that was harsh baby girl. I’ll buy you a new one when we get outta here, I promise,” 

“I don’t want a-- you have lost it, Arianna,” tears choked your throat angrily. 

“Yeah, well, it is what it is. And now, thanks to your little shenanigans, we have to speed this up,” Arianna walked back to her room and started putting her full boxes in the living room.

“Be ready in an HOUR, and whatever is not packed is getting left here!” 

---

After an hour, all of your belongings were divided up into 3 boxes in your now mostly bare living room. 

“What are you gonna do about the furniture, just leave it?” You gestured to the still fully furnished living room. All of your knick knacks may have been packed, but there was still a giant TV and a couch along with a futon and a chaise lounge.

“Don’t you worry about it, I’ve got it covered,” Arianna replied, gathering more of her boxes. How did she have so much more stuff than you?

“Covered HOW?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I have people,” she simply replied. 

“What people?”

“The same people that are going to help us out until we find somewhere to live,” she explained.

“We HAVE somewhere to live, Ari,” you gestured to the apartment. 

“Not anymore we don’t,” she shook her head. 

“Why is it you know so many ‘people’ but I was never allowed to have friends other than you?” 

“Pfft allowed, Y/N? Really? I’m not your mother,” she rolled her eyes.

“Could’ve fooled me…” you muttered.

“Look it’s not my fault you don’t know how to interact with human beings unless you’re scamming them or falling in love with them,” 

“That is so--”

“Yo Arianna,” a guy in a leather jacket appeared in your doorway. He couldn’t be more stereotypical, his hair slicked back, a cigarette in his left ear, a red bandana sticking out of his jean pocket.

“Hey love, just take it all downstairs. We’ll be down in a second,” She sweetly told the guy, blowing him air kisses as he grabbed a box. 

“...Are you for real with that guy?” You tried not to laugh.

“HEY. Frankie is a nice guy,” Arianna defended him. 

“Yeah, a nice guy who’s probably killed ten people,” you rolled your eyes.

“Not TEN, maybe two…” 

“Oh my god,” 

“Just...shut up and grab a box,” she hit you and gestured towards the boxes.

You grabbed a box of your stuff and headed downstairs, where you were met with three more thug looking guys.

“I don’t like this Ari…” you whispered.

“Hey, we’re safe with them,” she assured you.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, looking down the street. You knew Rafael would come for you; you hated that he would, but you knew it.  

You just hope it wouldn’t be too late. 

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My Angel

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: This wasn’t the “I hate him, I fell in love “scenario, you genuinely felt disgusted by Billy, or did you?

 Billy used to be a complete asshole.

He was the kind you avoided at all costs. He was the kind mothers warned their daughters about. When in reality it was the mothers who should have been warned.

You hated him. Everything he represented and was. Even the way he took his breath was annoying you. Ever since he sat down in class right next to you, and started flirting with you like you were a piece of meat.

However, your mind changed for the better one night.

You saw him driving in front of you, a typical fast driver with no care of the world. He disappeared down the road. You continued on your way home when you suddenly saw his car, his windscreen broken but surprisingly the car was in a good shape. Since you thought he might have been in an accident, you pulled over. Billy wasn’t in the car, you were worried since he might be injured.

“Billy?” you called out but no answer came.

Then you hear a scream coming from the building beside you.

“Billy? I swear if this is a prank…” but when no answer came you headed in. You saw Billy holding onto the side of the railing as something was pulling him down. You ran to him and saw what grabbed him. You couldn’t believe it, you thought the gate was closed.

“I can’t hold.” you hear him say and knew you needed to do something. You grabbed a nearby heavy metal and threw it on the creature. With an “Ugly, bitch.” you were happy when it let go of Billy’s leg and ran away.

“Are you okay? Did it bite you?” Billy immediately stood up, but his leg seemed to be hurt.

“What the fuck was that?”

“It’s dead now, let’s go, I don’t think it was alone.” you helped him back to your car and put him into the front passenger seat and you took the driver’s seat. You took a mental note of the place. Hopper and the others will need to know about this.

You drove away and back to your home.

“Did you hurt your head?”

“No.”

“Only your leg?”

“My leg’s fine! I want to know what the fuck that was.” you knew you needed to lie, ever since the events of the last two years, you were one of the girls in the lab, the oldest one. You could control other people’s minds so you convinced the lab that you weren’t much to their use, and you were set free. You could sometimes control people’s minds, read their thoughts when you wanted to and heal others with your touch. You have been living a normal life ever since. Two years ago, Eleven got out as well and you were reunited. Then the lab closed, you thought everything will be okay.

“A wolf?” you asked skeptically.

“Don’t fucking lie to me! That’s wasn’t any animal!” he kept on yelling about how it ruined his date, jeans and car. You had enough.

“Yeah, because you’d believe me if I said it was from another dimension right?! Because you’d fucking believe if I said that my sister and I are a psychic, yeah a wolf is totally unbelievable.” Billy looked at you like you were crazy and for the first time you met him, he was silent. “Just don’t say anything. I’ll take you home, patch up your leg and then you can get back to fucking mums and ruin families. And I’m the crazy one.” He still had that stupid shook on his face. You gave him space and quiet for the rest of the ride.

Once you arrived to your home, you opened the door and then went back to the car to help Billy. To your surprise he let you help him. You went in and helped him sit on the couch.

“Put your leg up.” he didn’t argue. He put his leg up on the couch next to him. This is when you noticed how severe his injury really was. He either had a high pain tolerance or he didn’t want to whine.

“I’m sorry what I said before, but you can’t tell anyone about this, about me.” you looked at him, practically begging. “They will lock me up again, I cannot be locked up again! You don’t know what it’s like, the darkness, the emptiness. And the tests, oh the tests, please. Please, Billy, don’t tell anyone.” panic set in as you realized what happened, although the lab was closed, you never stopped to worry that another lab might take you, you couldn’t take chances. Billy realized the genuine fear in your eyes and all he could do is nod, but that wasn’t enough for you.

“I need you to say it, Hargrove!”

“Okay, okay, I promise!”

You let out a long sign and placed your hand on his wound. Billy looked at you and watched his wound heal itself. It wasn’t even a minute and his leg was back to normal. You were surprised he didn’t freak out.

“You should probably wash up. My bathroom is at the end of the hallway on the left.” you told him and got up to get a towel.

He took a shower while you sat in the living room. You blamed yourself for telling him so much. You shouldn’t trust him with such information, so then why did you?

There was just something about his eyes. Like he was begging for someone to save him, and not only from the monster that grabbed him. He soon came out of the bathroom. He was all cleaned up.

“You can ask. I can talk about myself maybe that will give you some answers.”

“So, who are you?”

“I hoped you’d at least notice me, we go to the same school, in the same class, and you even sat down next to me once.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that, I know that. I meant like how can you just heal me with a touch??” for the stress he went through, you found him to be rather calm.

 “Honestly? I was born with it. The place I grew up in was… bad, horrible. I was experimented on, they wanted to use my powers and only by controlling the people there was I able to get out. I’m not here to hurt anyone, I just want a relatively normal life, you know for being a monster I rather prefer simple things.” you let him absorb the info you told him. But you could tell there was still some questions in his mind.

“I can control people sometimes, real their thoughts and heal wounds. And I’m currently experimenting if I can do more when I really concentrate I can move small things. No, that’s not a weird question, I can block whose thoughts I’m reading so it’s not overwhelming when I’m in a crowded place. And I can communicate like this.” you answered all of his questions and the last one Billy could only hear in his mind.

“Amazing.” is what he said. “So that thing, that attacked me.”

“It’s not from our world. But I will make sure it goes back to where it belongs. You know for a guy like you, you are awfully quiet.”

“Well, excuse me, I think I just barely survived, then I learn that you have superpowers the last thing I want to think about right now is talking.” he pulled his cigarettes out but you took them from his hands.

“No smoking in here please. I will head to bed now. You can sleep here, oh by the way, I think your car is fine, it was left beside the road. Goodnight.” you stood and went into your room.

Billy slept on your couch that night and in the morning he went to get his car, then home.

You really hoped he won’t tell anyone. And in the meantime, you made sure the guys and Jim knew about what you saw.

The next few went on pretty normally. Bill continued his job as a guard at the local swimming pool, and you went back to your job at the mall. Everything went smoothly. Although Dustin almost got you into some mission against Russians, you didn’t want to get involved.

You worked in a shop as a shop assistant, selling clothes. One day, Max and El came to get some clothes and they said hi to you. The same day you were the one to close the shop, so it was rather late when you left to go home. And since your colleague drove you to work that morning, you needed to take the bus home. But when you got out, you saw an all too familiar car at the entrance with an all too familiar looking guy leaning and smoking against the car’s hood. You figured he was waiting for someone else so you just headed to the bus stop, but then you heard your name.

“Y/N!” you were surprised to know that Billy Hargrove knew your name. “I’ll drive you home, get in.” Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to sit next to the bus-creep or that you wanted to avoid the sexual remarks of the bus driver, but soon you found yourself in Billy’s car.

“Slow down, will you? I don’t plan on dying early.” you were extremely uncomfortable at how fast he was driving, and to your surprise, he slowed down. “Thank you. You drive like you are rushing your wife because she’s about to give birth,” you said with a huff, but your comparison made him laugh.

“Never heard that one before, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that. It makes me cringe.”

“Doll? Sugar? Princess? Babe?” at that point you knew it was pointless to argue so you just looked out of the window. “Look, I have been thinking.” he said with a serious voice.

 “Wow. Hope you didn’t hurt your head.” you didn’t know why you were so mean. Maybe it was because of your work you were tired of the fact that he spent the night and you didn’t sleep much.

“Very funny, but no. And I have decided that you’ll be my girlfriend.”

“Excuse me?” if you were drinking at that moment your drink would be all over his windscreen.

“It’s logical. I’m handsome and full of muscles. And you have superpowers. You saved my life, so you are a perfect choice.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, Doll. I know you want this too.”

You looked at him for a second before anger filled you completely. You made his car stop immediately, Billy could have flown out of the windscreen but you held him there.

“Listen to me, Hargrove. I’m not a new name on your list, and I will never be. I respect myself too much for that. I told my deepest secret and you are treating it like that’s only to me. I’m more than just that. Second of all, “full of muscles and handsome”? You are the biggest dickhead I have ever met. And to blame your father for it, ridiculous. You are your own person, just because he treats you like shit, you should never do that to others. Yeah, next time maybe hold your dreams in. I’m sorry what happened to you and you have been through a lot. But no. I’m not going to be your girlfriend so you can show me off like some kind of circus animal.” with that you got out of his car, shutting the door as you started walking home. You heard him start the car and he rolled along next to you, with the window rolled down, he started talking.

“You didn’t let me finish, Y/N.”

“Leave me alone, Hargrove.”

“I don’t want you to be my girlfriend just so I can show you off!” he stopped the car and got out, grabbing your hand and turning you so you were looking him in the eyes. “You are the first person I have felt safe with. And I’m not angry that you looked into my head, my father is a dick, and yes it made me one too. But when I was at your house that night, I finally felt safe. I could sleep without the fear of him getting in or yelling at me. I know how I behaved in the past was horrible, but yesterday changed me, you changed me. I have been thinking about this for the last few days, I think its love. Because I never felt this before.”

You still didn’t want to believe him, obviously, Mother Nature was on his side, so it started to rain.

“Get in, you’ll get soaked!” but soon Billy realized that you stopped the rain from getting on you, like an invisible umbrella. “Please, just let me take you home, it’s the least I can do after what you did yesterday.”

You decided to stop being a brat and got in.

“How’s your leg?” you asked silently he barely heard it.

“Hmm? Oh. Perfectly fine thank you, you really are an angel, My Angel.”

“I’m sorry for what I said. I wasn’t fair with you. You just annoy me.”

“I was called worse before, so no worries.”

“You annoy me Billy. You with your flirting, your perfect skin and hair and eyes. It annoys me how much I like you. I’m just like every other girl at the school who lusts over you.”

“Lust?”

“That’s all you got from that?”

“No. I got the part that my skin is perfect so are my eyes and hair.” there was a smile on his face and soon you smiled too. Seeing him happy made you happy as well.

“I won’t read your mind again, ever. I promise.”

“Feel free, Angel. To be honest not really much is going on in this department.” he said motioning to his head. “But this department. It’s always open.” he said lowering his movements to his crotch. It was obviously just a joke to make you smile, and it did. Soon you got to your home and he stopped the car turning to look at you. “How about I take you out tomorrow? We can have dinner or whatever people do on a normal date.”

“Dinner sounds nice.” you said nodding your head and avoiding his eyes.

He moved his hand to your cheeks and moved your head to face him, his eyes stared into yours as he leaned in to plant a small kiss to your lips. It was a short kiss, but it was all he needed.

“Then tomorrow Angel.”

“Six.”

“I should pick you up at six?”

“No, that was my name in the lab.” you shoved him the number on your arm. “Number Six.”

“Well, I prefer Angel. My Angel.” he said as he pulled your hand up and kissed your tattoo.

 After that, you got out of the car and he drove home. Both of you excited for tomorrow’s date.

 The day Billy got attacked, he changed. He met you and his eyes got opened. You became his everything, his safe place where he could be truly himself. Sure, with others, he was the same, but with you and with those who mattered, he learned to be himself.

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Welcome to Hell ch. 3: Deal with a Devil

Levi kin assigns Gia and makes them help in a revenge plot against Mammon

Word count: 2.8 k

Mammon looked between Gia and Levi nervously,

“..Uh, listen up, human!” He started, “This here is Leviathan, Avatar of Envy. He’s the third oldest of us brothers. His name is kinda hard to say so just call him Levi”

“Hi.” Gia waved, only to be ignored by him. Rude.

“OK! Let’s move on!” Mammon said quickly, only for Levi to stop him.

“Mammon! Give me back my money. Then crawl in a hole and die!”

Oh shit.

“Come on, I told you I’d get it to you! I just need a little more time.” Mammon replied, “and you still want me to die even after I give it back? That’s harsh, Levi!”

So the Avatar of Greed was not the most popular brother, Gia gathered as they watched the two bicker.

“You need a little more time? How much more?” Levi sneered

“A little more means a little more!” He snapped back

“You’ve been telling me that for the last 200 years!”

“Hey, no! It hasn’t been 200 years it’s been 260! Get it right, Levi!”

“Dude you are not making yourself look better.” Gia said. They really wished they had popcorn about now.

“Yeah, that’s even worse!” Levi agreed

“Don’t you gang up on me!” Mammon exclaimed, “What the hell, human, I thought you were on my side?!”

“Nah, I’m still pissed that you tried to rob me. And called me broken. And were just a general dickhead to me.” Gia replied, earning a long groan from the demon. Levi picked up where they stopped.

“Unbelievable. Seriously Mammon, you’re—“

“I’m what? Scum? Is that what you’re gonna say?” Mammon cut his brother off with a harsh glare.

“A lowlife and a waste of space!”

Oh damn, that was harsh. Harsher than Gia thought, at least; they knew they were siblings and siblings fought like rabid animals but still.

“Hey, come on that’s even worse!? Mammon whined.

“Whatever, just give me my money.” Levi huffed, “I need to buy the blu ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little She-Devil and her Reluctant Companion.” Levi’s expression changed when he talked about the set, you could barely tell he was trying to extort Mammon.

Good lord that name was long. Was it a visual novel adaption? The only TV shows Gia ever saw with names as long as that were always anime adaptations.

“The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus.”

Oh, that was definitely anime.

Mammon only looked at him with a blank stare, “I’ve got no idea what you’re even talking about, Levi, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t even have any money to give you! How am I supposed to give back money I don’t have?”

Levi’s expression changed back to that sneer, “So then, you refuse to pay me back?” He asked.

“You looking for a fight, is that it?”

Fuck that! Gia did not want those two fighting in their room, they just got it for god’s sake. Not to mention their bickering got annoying.

“Hey, wait!” Gia put themself between the demons, not the smartest move but whatever, “If you’re gonna fight, then do it someplace that isn’t my room.”

Mammon ignored them,only putting on a mock heroic smile, “Listen human. You remember my advice from before? Well, you’re about to witness that for real. So…”

He took off running.

He fucking took off running. He had a bit of a limp from getting kicked in the kneecaps but he was still running. That bastard.

“Time for you to die, because it’s either you or me and it ain’t gonna be me!” He called back to them.

“You fucker! I’m gonna come back and haunt your ass!” Gia snapped before punching a wall. If they lived through this they were gonna make him hurt.

“Wh..damn it, Mammon!” Levi spat.

“I know! That fucking dickhead, I’m gonna beat his ass later!” Gia agreed, but Levi didn’t say anything to them, only looking down at them as if they were a bug or something. Gia suddenly got the distinct feeling that she would not be met with the bare minimum hospitality Asmodeus and Satan gave them.

“Do you even realize what happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me.” He said, “Or maybe I should say he used you as a sacrifice.”

“You don’t need to rub it in.”

“I admit Mammon is the scummiest scumbag you’ll ever meet...But still, that was pretty dumb of you letting him use you like that.”

Why was Gia getting blamed!? They didn’t know Mammon would just take off!

He sighed, “This is exactly why humans are-wait a second…”

“Uh, no, lets not do that.” Gia snapped, their already thin patience was running thinner, “Humans are what now!?” They took a step closer to the avatar of envy, glaring up at him. First they were kidnapped, then forced to stay here, then almost mugged, then left for dead, and now this asshole was just being xenophobic! They were tired!

“Out with it! If you have something to say then say it!” Gia snapped.

Levi was taken aback, staring at them slack jawed and wide eyes like a fool. Had no one ever had the guts to talk to him like that or…?

He mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“You’re just like Taiga! The Palmtop Tiger! F-from Toradora!” He exclaimed.

“Wha…?”

Toradora? Gia hadn’t heard that name in years.

“I Mean, a normie like you probably doesn’t know that anime but—“

“I know that anime, though.” Gia cut him off. They did not get made fun of in middle school for watching anime for some demon to call them a normie, “That one’s, like, on every starter list.”

“Woah! You’re not as much of a normie as I thought!” Levi exclaimed happily, “That means you’ll help me with my plan right!? You’re coming with me to my room!”

Without giving Gia a chance to answer Levi grabbed their wrist and began dragging them elsewhere. They cried internally, already missing the super soft, heavenly bed and fluffy pillows.

They were so tired.

Was this their life now? For a whole-ass year?

—— ——

Levi looked around before unlocking his room and (not) discreetly rushing Gia in.

Woah.

Levi’s room was...incredible.

The ceiling was glass and bathed the rest of the room below in blue, the reflections of water danced across the floor. His ceiling was a tank! Gia’s eye excitedly bounced from the anime and manga collections, to the triple monster in the corner, to the floating jellyfish lights, to the bathtub in the dead center. But what really caught their attention was the very back wall, also made of glass. It was also a tank, a beautifully decorated fish tank filled with plant life all seemingly for the one goldfish that swam peacefully around the center.

“For someone who doesn’t even look like an otaku you really-hey what’re you doing?”

Gia ignored him in favor of the tank, wanting to take a closer look at it, stumbling lightly across Levi’s room.

It was even cooler up close, the plants were real and the water was so clean!

“Oh, that’s Henry 2.0, I named him after the protagonist of my favorite book series The Tales of the Seven Lords, or TSL,” Levi explained, coming up next to them, “I bet even a not-so-normie normie like you thinks it’s pretty lame, right?” He asked bitterly, catching Gia off guard.

“What, no!?” They replied, quickly turning to the demon, “Levi, this is amazing! This is the best set up I’ve ever seen for a goldfish, I can’t count how many times I’ve seen them shoved in a barely one gallon tank with zero enrichment!”

“Y-You’re just making fun!” Levi sputtered, avoiding eye contact.

“Why would I make fun of you for taking really good care of your fish? That’s dumb.”

“Whatever! Just because you’re a little less of a normie doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you!” He snapped, “Anyway, I didn’t bring you to tell you about Henry or TSL.”

Yeah no shit, gatekeeping asshole.

“I don’t think there’s any harm in just coming out and saying it: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag.”

“So I’ve gathered.”

“It’s very important that you understand this, so I’ll say it one more time…”

“You really don’t need to—“

“Mammon is a hopeless, worthless, scumbag!” Levi sneered, “I lent that scumbag money, and now I want him to pay me back. But being the scumbag he is, he won’t do it.”

“Ok.” Gia deadpanned, could he get to the point instead of reiterating Mammon’s scumminess? This was getting annoying.

“I wish I could force him, but despite what a rotten waste of space he is, he’s still the second oldest. As the third oldest, no matter how hard I try, I don’t stand a chance against him…”

Gia’s attention trailed off to the tub in the middle of his room. Oh god was that his bed? That couldn’t possibly be comfortable, Levi’s back had to be killing him! Was that why he was such an ass? Because he was sore all the time from sleeping in a bathtub?

“Are you even listening!?”

“Huh?”

“I said his room is covered in junk! Old, empty cup ramen containers, tissues with dried snot and...and boogers in them! Stuff was strewn everywhere!” Levi shuddered, “ And there Seraphina was, lying on the FLOOR! Tossed aside like a piece of junk!How could he?! That’s no way to treat an ultra rare figure.”

Oh so this was about a figure now?

“ I tried getting back at Mammon for her, I went into his room when he was asleep and tried to beat him up, but when I brought my foot down on his stomach next thing I knew he wasn’t there anymore. It all happened so fast,” he continued, “then he grabbed me and slammed me headfirst into the floor in a pile driver. And the worst was that he was COMPLETELY NAKED!”

Gia had to try and hold back their laughter, the image of a screaming Levi getting the shit kicked out of him by a naked Mammon was too funny. That had to be the most sibling thing they had heard all...day? Night? What time even was it? Come to think of it, how did time work in the Devildom? When they had been spirited away Gia had been getting ready for bed, so was it also night here?

“...Why does he have to sleep in the nude? He could at least put on some underwear. I don’t remember anything else.” He sighed, “ You've seen just how fast he is yourself, haven’t you? No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed. But if, say, a human made a pact with Mammon, and bound him to their service…”

“Wait, you want me to make a pact with him?” Gia asked, “Doesn’t that involve, like, selling my soul? I feel like there are better demons for that.”

“Well, you’re not wrong, but this isn’t about you. This is about me getting my money back from Mammon and you helping me.” Levi huffed. Selfish ass. “Besides, you get the benefit of Mammon having to do whatever you tell him to.”

Oh?

Maybe this whole pact thing wasn’t such a bad idea?

“So you want me to make a pact with Mammon then force him to give you back your money, and I get a demon slave out of it?” Gia asked, Levi nodded.

“For a normie, you catch on fast.”

“I’ve been told. Also don’t call me a normie.” They replied, now deciding to give him a hard time, “You know, I’m not so sure about seeing my soul. Maybe I won’t help you.”

“H-Hey! Don’t go back on me! For some pacts you don’t even need to give up your soul, but you still need to give something to the demon. I know exactly how to negotiate that with Mammon!”

“Hmm?” Gia feigned disinterest, but this is exactly what they wanted to get out of Levi.

“It’s goldie, his credit card. Lucifer took it and hid it. Find that, and Mammon will do whatever you want.” Levi explained quickly.

“Well, Levi…” Gia said, a sly smile growing on their face, “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“....Your smile’s creepy. Stop it.”

What a fucking asshole.

[lemonwritesstuff]

safety pin (ow highschool au)

summary: jesse and genji make a promise to each other and maybe, this time, two wrongs will make a right. read it on ao3

a/n: this is very based off the song safety pin by 5 seconds of summer bc im on a mcgenji and old 5sos kick rn. Featuring an american high school written by a british first year college student. Also jesse and hana are jack and gabes kids ok good cool also genji is trans and lucio is enby ok bye 

genji and jesse use he/him, hana uses she/her and lucio uses he/they

Ships: mcgenji, a sprinkling of bunnyribbit and background reaper76

word count: 1.2k (this is the longest fic i’ve ever written holy shit)

tw for mentions of transphobia and gender dysphoria/ self deprecating talk

Jesse just wanted to get to his locker. But instead, he was greeted with a crowd of people shouting horrible things at someone. Upon further investigation, he saw two people being targeted. And when the taller boy saw the green, he knew it was Genji and Lucio. 

Genji could usually stand up for himself, so why wasn’t he? 

Before anything could happen physically, the vice principal, Jack Morrison, appeared with his husband and head of phys ed, Gabriel Reyes, in tow. They were the teachers in charge of the GSA and they were also Jesse’s parents. They both knew how much Genji meant to Jesse, and how much Lucio meant to Genji so they were always first to take their side whenever anything happened to them.  

“Get to class, all of you!” Jack shouted, his voice laced with anger but also an attempt to stay professional. Gabe weaved through the crowds in an attempt to get them to disperse, before he caught the dickheads responsible.

“Principal's office. Now” Gabe scowled, his voice also laced with anger.

 As the crowd cleared, Jack spotted Jesse and Hana, worry plastered on their faces.

“Jesse, Hana, stay here.” he said, his voice much softer. He had a soft spot for any of the kids in the GSA, he’d been in their position years ago and was glad to give them the help he wished he had. At this point, the GSA was just the entire queer population of the school and no allies, but that was fine. They could all just unapologetically be themselves, without the fear of judgement. The GSA was the safest place in the school to be for them. 

“I’ll let your teachers know what's gone on and have them mark you in for the rest of the day but you don't have to go to class.” He was addressing the four of them now, voice still soft but laced with concern for the green duo. “I’ll write you all hall passes but you’re free to sit in our room if you want to. I’ll also notify all staff about what’s happened and I’ll be in my office if any of you need me.” 

“Thank you, Sir.” the four of them said in somewhat unison. Once Jack had walked off, Hana rushed over to Lucio, who was leaning against the wall and still shaking from the encounter.

“Lú! Are you ok?” Hana asked, concern now laced through her voice. She cradled Lucio’s head in her hands, rubbing away their tears. 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, Hana. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. I guess I deserve it, wearing a skirt to school” they replied. Being one of two openly trans people in the entire school was bound to go wrong at some point. 

“Shut it, dingus. We both know you don’t deserve it. It’s not our fault people are transphobic assholes.” Genji chimed in. 

“Exactly!” Hana said. “Now, let's go sit in the room and fix your makeup. You deserve to feel pretty, baby.” With that statement, the pair set off, hand in hand, to the room that GSA meetings were held in, leaving Jesse and Genji alone in the hallway. Genji was still processing what happened but Jesse pulled him back to reality.

“Our spot?” Jesse asked, voice quiet in order to not disturb the students learning in the class opposite them. Genji just nodded, and after Jesse got his bag from his locker (which was the only reason he was in that part of the school anyway), they set off toward the exits.

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“Thank god I got some snacks, I forgot we were gonna have a shorter lunch. I’m starvin’.” Jesse started, plonking himself down on the ground with Genji following suit opposite him. “You ok darlin’? Ya still look scared. How come ya didn’t stand up for yourself? I know you can, the entire grade has seen ya do it before.”  Genji chuckled and sighed, before replying.

“I was already having a bad enough day with my dysphoria and I was talking about it with Lucio when someone overheard us and.. yeah.” 

“Oh, baby, I-”

“No, it’s fine.” Genji said, cutting Jesse off. “They’re right, I’m not a real man and never will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to break up with me, Jesse.” Genji couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and before he could say anything, he was in Jesse’s arms. One of the few places he felt safe. One of two places where he could exist without judgement.

“Dumplin’, I know it’s hard but please never believe anything those assholess say. You’re not only a man, but you’re MY man and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing will ever change that. Ever. They’re just asshats that lack so much self confidence that they tear others down.” Jesse said softly, cradling his lovers face in his hands, wiping away tears. 

Genji melted at any nickname Jesse gave him, especially dumpling. It came from an in-joke on their first date, where Genji had compared himself to a dumpling, small and bite sized (compared to Jesse anyway) and the nickname stuck ever since. 

“Do ya want me to do anything, darlin’?” Jesse murmured, rubbing circles on Genji’s back in an effort to calm his tears.

“No, this is fine for now.” Genji barely whispered, not even daring to look up at the brunette. Just as Jesse was about to reply, his phone pinged. 

buncha fuckin misfits

padre: the dickheads have been dealt with and they’re outta here

gaymer gorl: good riddance lmao

boy scout lookin ass: those kids have done this multiple times and i’m surprised it took this long to expel them 

boy scout lookin ass: how are gen and lú by the way?

gaymer gorl: i redid Lú’s makeup and they’re back to lookin fabulous!

yee to the haw: just givin’ gen some cuddles, he was already havin’ a bad day with dysphoria and he just needs some convincin’ that he’s stronger than he thinks. he’ll be ok :)

With that, Jesse shut off his phone and turned his attention back to the green haired boy in his arms. The brunette ran his hands through the sea of green hair beneath him, letting out a low whistle when he realised how soft it was.

“I redyed it last night” Genji said, his tears having pretty much run dry at his point. 

“Well, ya better tell me what hair products you use, darlin’. Wish my hair was as soft as this.” 

Genji let out a chuckle, which made Jesse smile. He’s getting there. 

The pair stayed like that for some time until Jesse had an idea. He reached over to his bag and pulled a safety pin off the strap, handing it to Genji. Before Genji could question him, he began to explain himself.

“ Maybe we can safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together. We’ve both been hurt so much in the past, and we’re obviously gonna wanna be whole in the future. So, I’ll give you this as a promise, that I’m always gonna have your back and the one on my bag is your promise to me, that you’ll always have my back. Make sense?” Jesse said, pinky extended towards his love, smile creeping onto his face.

“Of course.” Genji replied. “Besides, maybe, this time, two wrongs make a right.”

[preparetosufferemotionally]

Home, Part Four: You Left Me to Bleed

Prinexity

TW: Trauma, cursing, Unsympathetic Janus, Unsympathetic Patton, past abusive relationships, child growing up in a toxic home, manipulation, emotional abuse, physical abuse, a stray cat, playboy, Remus, Trans!Virgil, friend break up, trauma, alludes to dissociation, traumatic experiences. 

Jeremy Empire was the school heartbreaker. Fitting, since he had his broken first. He knew that these weren’t the only names he was called. Gay JD, bad boy, fuck boy, and no good peice of shit were a couple of his other favorites. Remy was never in one place, he was in five at once. He caused trouble, but no one could ever declare him guilty. HIs fathers weren’t exactly pleased with what he did, but they did acknowledge that they gave him those traits. Roman gave him the romance, Virgil the emo rebel, his uncle Remus lent the trouble maker, and Emile...oh he gave him pain. 

Pain seemed to be a family trait. Everyone in Remy’s family always had some heartbreak, some emotional destruction. Hell, even their cat, Panic!, had something wrong with his life. The cat was a stray until Remy’s dads found and adopted him. 

Regardless, none of that mattered. Remy threw on his leather jacket, grabbed a coffee, got on his father’s old motorcycle, and went to school. It was junior year, a year of stress and susceptible emotions. So, the perfect time to find someone new to hit on. Remy went through the ideas as he walked through the halls. Maybe an aggressively straight guy with obvious internalized homophobia? Or the gay nerd that really wants attention? Or the- 

Remy’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he accidentally slammed into a fellow student. 

“Shit,” He cursed. He saw the person’s tawny hair and sweater vest. Clearly a nerd, considering how many books were lying on the ground. Maybe he should help? But by the time Remy came to that conclusion, the books were already in his arms. 

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the person mumbled. “I’ll just go.” The person started to walk away but Remy grabbed their sleeve. They sounded familiar. The person stopped. “Could you let go of my sleeve please?” Remy didn’t respond, instead pulling the sleeve slightly, which caused the person to turn around. Remy attempted to make eye contact through sunglasses, but the person dropped their head, avoiding it like a pro. He was impressive. “Please let go of my sleeve.”

“Make eye contact and I let go.” The person shifted the books in their arms and sighed, before lifting up their head. Remy stumbled backward. A sixteen year old Emile looked at him uncomfortably through glasses. He barely changed since they were kids, still with a face that looks like it could smile in moments.  “Emile?” Remy gasped, too shocked to say anything. He hadn’t seen him since sixth grade, he had assumed he transferred schools. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Emile asked, dropping his gaze again to avoid eye contact. Remy felt all his emotions rush forward again, just like the day Emile abandoned him. He attempted to keep his cool, but it was so hard when fucking Emile was standing there, acting like they had never been friends. First leaving him alone, and now this. Emile was a son of bitch. 

Remy didn’t even realize Emile had shrunk back, holding his books to his chest, until he came close, almost nose to nose with him.

“You should.” Emile flinched, taking a step back. 

“I’m really sorry, but I just don’t know who you are,” Emile panicked. At this point people stopped to watch. It was the most interesting they’d see all day. Everyone knew who the two were. Emile would always be there with a smile if you needed help and Remy had broken hearts so many times, he was probably heartless. 

“You are a fucking monster.” Emile’s eyes filled with tears that he stubbornly held back in. Those words echoed in his skull.  Remy glared at him. 

“I’m sorry,” Emile whispered, quickly running off into the crowd. Remy watched him run off. Then he stormed off into the opposite direction. 

For the rest of the day, gossip followed the two around school. Were they scorned lovers? Mortal enemies? Did Remy break his heart? Did Emile break Remy’s? Was there a  dramatic backstory? Did the two meet and one had a concussion and forgot? Was this some alternate universe that they traveled to where only Remy knew he saw Emile? Nobody was too sure. But two things were known. Remy was furious, and Emile was terrified. And that was enough for the rumors to make their way home. 

“All I’m saying is, hypothetically, you could murder him.”

“REMUS!” 

“Whaaat?” Roman shook his head at his brother, holding Virgil’s hand gently as they sat on the couch. 

“I don’t know if you know this Mr. Mad Scientist, but in the real world murder is illegal!”

“Only if you get caught,” Virgil chimed in, petting the cat. Roman looked at him, exasperated.

“It's amazing that I’m the only impulse control in this house.” Remus cackled as Virgil chucked a pillow at Roman’s head. Remy sat silently, not talking about anything that happened today. The adults stopped when Remy remained silent.

“Hey Remy, sweetheart, are you okay? I know that must have been very upsetting,” Virgil said softly. Remy rolled his eyes and huffed. 

“Upsetting is one word for ripping out my heart and stopping on its already broken pieces.” 

“You sound exactly like your father,” Virgil snorted. Roman smiled, leaning over and kissing the top of Virgil’s head.

“What can I say, I have the better genes.” Virgil leaned on Roman’s shoulder. 

“Aren’t you related to that trash rat?” 

“Regardless, still better.”

“Alright, stop flirting with you two. Clearly your son is having an emotional crisis. And I’m shit at emotions, so do your thing,” Remus said, gesturing to Remy. Virgil sighed and nodded.

“I know this is rough-”

“You have no idea how ROUGH this is. How could he just forget me like that? We were best friends, and he abandoned me.” Virgil and Roman exchanged a look as Remy fumed. Then Roman sighed, and stepped forward.

“He didn’t abandon you.” Remy looked at him incredulously, standing up.

“Um, I’m pretty sure he did dad!” Roman shook his head. 

“He didn’t. At least not on purpose.” Remy fell back into his seat, confused.

“What?”

“Virgil will explain better.” Virgil got up and sat next to his son, one hand on his back soothingly. 

“So it looks like I’m going to have  to tell you a long story. It started in college.”

“You’re kidding. Emile abandoning me, starts when you were in college? Bullshit.” Virgil rolled his eyes while Remus and Roman exchanged a look. 

“You are very lucky I didn’t start when I was in sophomore year of college. Trust me, this shit goes back a long while.” Remy flopped backward. 

“Fiiiine.”

“Good. I wasn’t dating your father at the time, instead I was dating Deceit.”

“Okay, this is not some dudes name is it?” Roman joined in, responding for Virgil.

“No it's not, but it's very difficult for your father to refer to him by his given name.”

“Why?”

“i’m getting to that,” Virgil said, getting irritated. “I will explain everything, just please stop interrupting.” Remy rolled his eyes but nodded. “Now Deceit was not a good person.”

“That's a nice way of saying absolute dickhead,” Remus muttered. Virgil glared at him and he shut up. Remy sat up, a bit more interested.

“Anyway, he wasn’t a good person,”

“Dickhead,” Remus muttered. 

“AND his brother was a person named Patton Lugner.”

“How is this important?” Remy asked, becoming bored again, grabbing a cup of coffee and starting to sip out of it.

“COULD YOU ALL JUST LET ME SPEAK?” Everyone immediately shut up. “Thank god. Now, I had been dating Deceit since sophomore year of highschool and we moved to college together. He was the only person I knew, so I was very isolated and alone. I had terrible anxiety at the time and being alone around him made it worse.” Virgil hitched a breath. Roman came over, encouraging him with a gentle arm around his shoulder.

“Deceit could get violent. In fact, he rarely didn’t. On the outside, you wouldn’t have known it. It was so easy to fall into his trap that way. He smoothly talked and lied about everything. He could have said, ‘The sky is green’ and I would have accepted it without question. That was the type of person he was. I had been incredibly nervous so I only saw people with Deceit. Naturally that met the only people I ever saw were people Deceit trusted to not help me. So, I met his brother Patton. I was convinced he didn’t know, so I acted secretive. He did know though. About everything that went on behind the closed doors.” Virgil inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm back down. Roman soothed him, and he began to speak again.

“Then I met your uncle Remus. He was best friends with Deceit.” Remy spit out his coffee.

“WHAT?!”

“Hey, I didn’t know he was a complete dolphin’s asshole at the time,” Remus shrugged. Remy gaped at his uncle. This was quite the story to be hearing and it had barely started.

“We didn’t talk much, he was quite loud and out there, and frankly I was terrified. But one night I ran out of the dorm, absolutely terrified and in pain. And your uncle Remus was there. I was hidden by the dark and my hoodie, so he didn’t know it was me, but he was kind and asked why I was here. I said I had been hurt badly,” Virgil unintentionally flinched at the memory, trying to get back on track. “He asked who did. And I said it was my boyfriend. He wanted to get me help immediately, because despite his off the wall attitude, your uncle was a good person.”

“Why thank you Virgey.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“I said no, because I was so scared what would happen if he found out. But he tried to encourage me to leave, even if he couldn’t help. I didn’t listen at first, but the words sunk into my brain and stayed there. He succeeded in planting the doubt in my head. And one night, when I had finally had enough, I broke up with Deceit and immediately ran out the door, not listening to what he wanted to say or do next. Next thing I knew I was in the center of the grounds running as fast as I could away. And then I bumped right into your father.”

“This is like a cheesy rom-com,” Remy muttered, before Roman, not Virgil shot him a dirty look. 

“Anyway, I ran into your father. And I didn’t really know what I was doing at the time, but I begged for him to let me be in his dorm. I said I was running from someone who was trying to hurt me. Your father was always a big softie and let me come in. Turns out he was sharing a room with your uncle Remus. He was surprised to see me because,” Remus joined in.

“Aren’t you J’s roommate?” 

“I panicked immediately, but your father helped me through my attack and I calmed down. I didn’t tell them why I was scared, just that I switched rooms because Janus had a partner who was there all the time and it freaked me out. They let me stay, and eventually, I met their friend. His name was Logan Berry, and he was a very smart law student. As it happened he was friends with Deceit. Or not friends as much as acquaintances. He was, however, close friends with Patton, Deciet’s twin brother. So naturally, the twins hung out with us. I hadn’t told anyone about Deceit, but I quickly figured out from side glances and careful looks, Patton knew. And he didn’t care.”

“Should these names feel familiar? Because they are to me, but I can’t place them,” Remy asked. Virgil nodded.

“Oh they should. Patton scared the crap out of me, but he was Logan’s friend and by extension mine, so I tried to get rid of the underlying fear. And I just tried to pretend Deceit wasn’t there.  At some point your father and I started dating. He knew I had serious issues from something, but he didn’t know what. Eventually he discovered it was Deceit and I swore him to secrecy, albeit reluctantly. Then, Remus came in. He was crying. Actually crying so we knew something had happened. Remus, want to take this bit?”

“Yup! So, Logan dropped me as a friend. I didn’t know why, but it was very painful. At first I wanted to cry, and then I wanted to rip out his internal organs. But your dad was suspicious of what happened, especially after Logan started to date Patton. He went to talk to Logan, only for Logan to dismiss it and leave. Your dad got home, and then vowed to confront Patton about this.” Virgil sighed.

“So, after class, I went to go find Patton when I was stopped by Deceit. He threatened me with exposing what happened to me to everyone if I did anything. And while I had more confidence, I didn’t have enough to say ‘Fuck you, I’ll do this anyway.’ So I listened and went back, my suspicions confirmed when Logan walked back to class with foundation on his face. I’ve put on enough makeup in my lifetime, whether it was for me or to hide a bruise, so I could immediately tell what happened. I wanted to do something and tell someone what happened. But I knew no one would believe me and everyone would just end up hurt.” Remy looked confused.

“Why wouldn’t someone believe you pops? Surely people take this seriously.”

“I wish that was the case. But I was a scrawny twenty year old trans man, who hadn’t even fully transitioned yet. They don’t take this seriously when someone with confidence says stuff, how the hell could I even think of it. Regardless, things got better for me and unfortunately worse for Logan. I didn’t see him in class a week later. When I tried to call him, my number was blocked. And then he got married Patton, becoming Logan Hart.” Remy’s jaw dropped. 

“WHAT THE HELL? ARE YOU SAYING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE SAYING?” Roman and Remus couldn’t help but laugh at Remy’s reaction. Virgil smiled. 

“Wait until I finish and you’ll really be shocked. Obviously, me and your dad got married and had you after we finished college. We lost contact with Logan, for obvious reasons. We knew he was married to Patton, but that was about it. Once you turned four we sent you to a preschool. You know the one fifteen minutes away? Then your father ran late to pick you up one day and that’s when we get to you. Patton was your teacher and your father vaguely recognized him. Your father suddenly saw Logan and everything clicked. You were playing with Emile, so you didn’t realize. Naturally, your dad told me what happened and I was tempted then and there to hunt down Patton Hart.”

“But,” Roman interrupted, taking the conversation, “I didn’t let him do that. Instead we bided our time. We didn’t want to ruin your and Emile’s friendship. You were both so happy. But everything went wrong on your first playdate at a house. It was ours and you had a good time. Everything seemed fine. Me and your father remained civil with Patton. Maybe this would work out. And then you asked-”

“What loud noises start at night?” Remy whispered, pulling up the distant memory in horror. Virgil nodded as Roman continued.

“And Patton immediately shut the door in our faces, bringing Emile in with him. You didn’t understand and were led back to the car. We don’t know what happened next in their home, but you can bet it was nothing good. I strongly suspect Patton might have manipulated or scared Emile into ignoring you.”

“And,” Virgil added, “Emile likely associates you with a traumatic memory and his brain blocks you out to stay safe.” Remy stared in horror at his fathers, who stared at him solemnly. 

“Holy shit.”

[imaginary-ghoulfriend]

Everything that is WRONG in "The Kissing Booth" movie series PART 1

This is the first post of a series that I’m thinking about doing here, where I go around the l aspect of movies, series,... (mostly rom/coms since they are better for social dicussions) and give my personal opinion on them. If you guys like this idea please let me know, and as always feel free to give your own thoughts on the comment section/ask box (and just remembering that, giving your thoughts and sending hate are two different things).

Let’s Start! 

Before jumping to the topics of discusion, let me start with a quick summary of the story. Elle (our brunnet female lead) and Lee (the sweetheart, yet dumb, supporting character) are best friends since, well... ever. And to maintain this so called friendship, both of them stabilshed a series of rules (don’t worry I’m gonna talk more about them eventually in the post). One rule in specific, is actually what  gets the plot of the first movie going and that is: No dating Lee’s brother (aka Noah, aka the womanizer popular white guy that every girl in the school seems to have a crush on for no apparent reason beside his looks and the fact that he has a motocycle). Anyways, long story short, Elle has a crush on him even tho this is against the rules and from that on the story is bult.

Of course that it has more into it, but I will be talking about in the corse of this post and the following parts. I just want yall to know the very basic thing that’s going on here before going more deep on everything. Now, buckle up and let’s start this shit!

LONG POST WARNING 

Part 1: THE MAIN TRIO 

ELLE EVANS, THE BRUNNET FEMALE LEAD

Let me begin by saying that I do aprecciate the fact that they are trying to make a female character that embraces her feminine side while also maintaining a masculine side, but... lets put some emphasis in the word “TRYING”, shall we? Cause even tho Elle is a very loving, funny, clumsy, and gentle girl, she is also very very very generic. 

Like, I did not start watching this movie expecting anything less than that, but god, was I wishing to be surprised for once. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate her character at all, she is indeed very fun to watch most of the movie, principally when she puts herself into strange situations. My concern with her persona is in reality related to another thing, because let me tell you something, just cause she plays video games and has a boy best friend, that doesn’t make her this so called “cool” girl or the “not like the others” girl.  

I feel like by now that should have already been known, and I also feel like a broken record having to repeat this over and over again, but being friends with a boy doesn’t make you better than any other girl, or different than girls that have mostly girl friends. Actually the Red flag 1# in this movie is that Elle has no female friends what so ever, and worse than that, the movie is constatly comparing her to other generic girls ( the poplular/only care about apparence girls, the goth with a attitude, the girls that are constatly frowning over boys,...) by puting them around her to make her apear more “cool” to the eyes of those watching:

 “She is cool because she doens’t care about aperence like those other girls”;

 “she is cool because she’s social, she talks with everyone” (this everyone being mostly boys);

 “she doens’t get shy when talking to atractive boys, she is so different” 

What they seem to be unawear (or maybe not so much) is that by doing this, they’re not only promiting a very machist point of view around girls, but also trying to imply that a girl can’t have any of those other features, because if they do they will not appel to the eyes of man. They show us the “wrong options” by enfassising bad behaviors that those girls have, to the bennefit of the one in the lead role, while also promoting female rivality in the process. 

And maybe in the first watch you will not notice all those things, but after analyzing it more deeply, you will see that the movie constatly try to build Elle’s character surounded by a LOT of sexist innuendos, masking it by putting up jokes to break this image (which is not very effective). They want us to believe that they are showing us this amazing and different girl, with dreams and ambisions, but in the end her hole personality is based on her relationship with two boys. And let me tell you something, things do not get ANY better in the second movie.

LEE FLYNN, THE GOOFY BEST FRIEND

I should ask this first before we start: why does your friendship need so many rules? and why breaking them is like the end of the world? 

Before anwsering those questions lets talk a little about Lee, the supporting goofy, kinda cute, clumsy character. 

Through out both movies my thoughts on Lee were very strong tbh. Like, I don’t hate him completly, I actually had fun with his character a lot of times, but I also can’t find myself liking him the amount that I should, given the fact that he is supposed to be the likable best friend who only wishes what is best for his bestie. And thats exactly where the problem lives: Red flag 2# is that what he think is the best most times isn’t, and whenever things go out of his way he gets an attitude about it. 

Most of my dislike for this boy and this friendship, is because of those stupid rules that shouldn’t exist in the first place. I understand that every relationship has a set of unspoken agreements, and I also understand that when you are kids you have those fun (very dumb) ideas like “lets make rules so our relationship stays strong”. But as you grow older, you should know what “rules” you should keep, and what rules you should burn down in the dumpster, principaly because your priorities as you grow change.

You and Your best friend shouldn’t be making your life long desicions based on a set of rules that you two put out together when you were infants, and that’s what pissed me the most about this movie to be honest. 

Elle shouldn’t be restricted about who she should date based on Lee’s dislike for her partiner, she shouldn’t have to go to a college just because her best friend wants her to go to the institute that he is going,... She is a grown person, she shouldn’t feel the need to ask for permision of her friend before choosing to do something, and she shouldn’t feel the need to keep things in secret because he might over react about it. 

At the same time, it also feels like Elle is using this as an excuse to not have to come over and make decisions for herself. And you can see this more clearly on the second movie, where her only two options for a collage is the one her best friend wants or the one her boyfriend is at. Like, she is 18 y/o and she didn’t even thought about a plan B? what if she wasn’t accepted by those two colleges in the first place? She didn’t think any of this through, before jumping full on board on things. She has all this time to train for a dance competition she never took part on before, but doesn’t have time to think about what she actually wants for her future, beside dating this guy that she doesn’t even know if he’s cheating on her or not??????? And you really want me to believe that she is this person who thinks everything before hand? No, I don’t think so. 

And before you say I’m going too strong on Elle, let me tell you that all of this also applys for the opposite situation as well. Neither of them should feel presured by not breaking those STUPID rules, because if they really are best friends, they should know that the most important thing is seeing the other happy. Being friends with someone shouldn’t give you this much anxiety, you shouldn’t feel the need to constantly be together or to have to do everything with the other, because if you aren’t around one another 24/7 you might lose eachother. Real bestfriends shouldn’t even be affraid to lose the friendship they have in the first place!!!!

Overall the only thing about this two that I can thank for, is their boy/girl relationship with no second intentions, because besides that, all the rest needs to FREAKING STOP!! Maybe a little time away from one another might be good for this two after all.

NOAH FLYNN, THE MAJOR ASSHOLE

I’m not even gonna try to sugar coat this one, cause to be honest I don’t want too. Noah Flynn is a butthole, and beside his looks (that can be totally dicussed since beauty is relative) he has no good or redeemed qualities. 

I can’t find words to express how tired I am to find characters like him in most rom/coms. The popular bad boy with no consideration for anyones sentiments and with a hole bunch of attachment problems and anger issues. He goes around playing with girls, acting like he is king of everything and that he can get whatever he wants by simply smiling and blinking his eyes. And yet, even with all this PROBLEMATIC behaviors, he still has the hole school fangirling over him like he is the last piece of man in the edge of this world (which is another sexist thought, to think that girls would only fall for this kind of dickhead guys). 

And once again, it’s given to the lead female the job to “fix” this piece of shit of a person, but let me tell you something: IT IS NOT HER JOB!!! 

It’s no girl’s job to try to change a boy for the better, his issues should be discussed with a terapist or a psycologist and that’s it. I’m so tired of this “a good girl can change a bad boy” narrative, like is their mission in life to get a really fucked up guy and make them turn good. No, it’s not, FULL STOP!!

I’m so tired of this stupid and toxic idea, this is disgusting (and I mean it). The amount of girls that end up getting in a abusive realtionships because of this disturbed idea that “he can change” or “he is not like this all the time”. You are his girlfriend!!! He shouldn’t be like that at any time!!!! 

Masking his temperament problems and abusive behiviours with small moments of compasion, small moments where he seem gentle and loving, only to moments later having him going around like a dickweed again. Saying things like: “oh, they where arguing and he just got carried away”, or “he wouldn’t act like that if the other hadn’t provoked him”. HE IS NOT AN ANIMAL, FOR GOD’S SAKE!!!! He is a human being, and if he can’t control himself around others, then he probably shouldn’t be allow to date someone in the first place! It’s not Elle’s, or any other girl, job to go around controling and fixing his shitty atitudes.

And the worse part of it all, is that when shit happens everything is put onto the girl’s shoulders, like he is her responsability after all. “He got into a fight because she wasn’t there”; “he sheatted on her because she fought with him”; ”he acted violent because she provoked”; “he wouldn’t feel jealous, if she weren’t wearing those clothes”,... 

It’s so absurd to see that when Elle is wrong everyone is so quick on their feet to say how wrong she was, how slutty she was, “because this wouldn’t happen if she trusted him” (and I’m not saying I agree with every single attitude of her, because I don’t). But when he is doing something wrong, everyone is changing the focus of the subject, or even worse, DEFFENDING HIM! 

HE IS JUST A CUTE FACE WITH A HOT BODY AND THAT’S IT!!!! To think so many girls that watched this movie want a boyfriend like him, trully is infuriating!! I keep asking myself “what if he wasn’t hot?” or “what if he wasn’t so high up in our society beauty standards?”, I’m sure if he had a different apparence our view and reactions over his persona wouldn’t be so passive. 

Noah’s Red flags scoore: +10,000

I feel exausted after writing all this tbh, I’ll be trying to post part 2 soon, because if you think this is over, let me tell you: IT IS NOT! I will try to go less hard on this movie in part two, I feel like I got a little carried away at the end but I needed to make my point clear. In the second part, I will be talking more about the kissing booth 2 and the rest of the characters, and since I liked the second one way more there will be less specific criticism and more a overall point of view of the plot, for now that’s all I have to say.

Thanks for reading :)

[anonil88]

Raised By Wolves on Hbo Max ep. 1-3 reactions

Episode 1

Entire time I was thinking as soon as she displayed emotions that maybe just maybe she was programmed for more.

Humans are still dickheads, good to know.

They aren't sending a basic robot to rebuild the human race just not gonna happen.

But shittt she is strong as fuck.

Ahh Ridley and his religious undertones, but ill enjoy the nuances and layers the stories usually have.

Tbh mother is not wrong for protecting her child, she is wrong for crashing the ship and killing innocents,

BUT the humans also are fucking pieces of shit for stealing from their crops, trying to kidnap him, trying to kill the only mother he's ever known, AND using fucking sentient robots against their own will.

Episode 2

Wait they are androids too bruhhhh

Oh they are criminals hmm gotcha also plastic surgery no anesthetics seems brutal af

Ewww rats

Listen having one of these robots seems dope as fuckk and it sings

Also healing seems pretty fast

At first I was like why is she panicking but that does have to be shocking as fuck

They look so cool in armour.

Wow so fuck these two basically they are assholes.

At least the Mithras sun is a very neat design. Ooo no their uniforms with the capes ooo that shi sexy. Not thw force of religious beliefs and overt tones of a monolith society/mindset though.

So communion before cryo-stasis.

Necromancer is badass name, but omg so she looses her friggin eyes when she does that thing omg.

Her son should be afraid of his mother in the way all children should respect their parents but hes really out here terrified his mom is going to kill him.

I was upset she killed their moral compass, Father, but im glad he's been reactivated. He also supports his son no matter what it seems even though he is an android. He really does love his kid wow.

Oh she just can just be eye swapping gah damn.

Mother is actually less creepy to me now that we see her actual abilities and forms.

Kind of love how some of these kids are extra skeptical of religion which honestly isn't a bad thing. And some are devout for comfort that also isn't a bad thing.

Hunter is high key a p.o.s and misogyny aint cute, I don't trust him.

Haha Father called this little shits bluff.

Also Campion thinking his mom is faking emotion when tbh idfk if she is. She is displaying emotions like she almost malfunctioned when her 5th child paased.

Wow fuck this priest.

Episode 3

Hes really going to get his whole family killed,, If campion ends up another carl (twd)

At least they are better parents than his last, still fucked up that they killed his actual parents though.

I kind of like mullet travis.

Hunter is an ass hat.

These kids influencing Campion well Hunter is influencing Campion real negativly.

Oo mother put her foot down and is oop parental fight.

Wow these humans are fucking annoying.

Children fighting ring um, what.

Oh shes doing surveillance now gah damn.

So she is a good mom 😭 a freaking drone strike of a mother and holy fuck she is powerful.

That shit was shaking even the ground, also the snakes are real so how the fuck these folks gone fight off a giant underground snake.

Campion is an entire idiot

Wtf more creatures

My overall thoughts in one gif:

Enjoy it and excited for more.

[slimeyslimeyballsack]

The Mix Up Part 2

“Pairing: Mob!Steve x OFC (Adrien Bravo)

Warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, me trying to type with acrylics on, Bucky and Sam being idiots, more flashbacks

Taglist: @kayteewritessteve @wxstedhexrt @my-favorite-fics-and-imagines @scuzmunkie @champagnesugamama @weepingwillow2233

Part One 

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The two men gave very menacing glares, like very menacing. So, logically she followed them when they asked. Muscular men with metal arms are super persuasive. And the other guy was scary too. I guess. Either way, nobody was around to help, and by the time police were called and had arrived Adrien would have already rusted the man’s arm. They got into a very shiny, very black Cadillac. The black man got into the driver’s seat while ‘Robo’ set her down surprisingly gently and followed her into the back seat. The engine started and the car lurched forward.

“You understand, right?” He asks as he places the back over her head, tying her wrists and ankles. Again he was surprisingly gentle. One arm was cold while the other was searingly hot in comparison. 

“Alright, that’s done. Just got to deliver her to Steve then we are done for the day.” Robo gave out a heavy sigh.

“I’m not who you’re looking for,” she paused. “and before you say anything, I know it sounds like a shitty excuse, but there’s another Adrien Bravo. We get mixed up all the time. I don’t know her personally, but she sounds like a real tool. It’s an easy mistake, so you can just drop me off and we’ll let bygones be bygones. Like I wouldn’t even recognize you in a lineup. Well maybe Robo, because of the arm you know- ” 

She had said too much. Nobody had stopped her and she had just kept rambling. Why the hell did nobody stop her? Was she not being annoying? That was hard to believe. 

“You’re right. It does sound like a shitty excuse, huh Sam?”

“Sounds like a shitty excuse to me Robo.” 

There was some shuffling followed by an, “Ow, you asshole. Don’t distract the driver. What would an accident look like on the record?” 

“Eh, Barber’ll handle it.” 

A release of air sounded as Robo sat back in his seat. 

“So, Adrien, you have done a lot of shit.” 

“I’m telling you it’s not me.” 

“Okay, and I don’t work for a notorious crime syndicate.”

“Should you be telling me this?”

“Everyone’s got their vices kid. Yours just happens to be stealing, and gambling, and assault, and what do we have you for? Oh, murder. That’s nice. Steve had us pick up a murderer Sam. See how much he loves us?” 

“This is probably payback for when you beat the shit out of Tony’s parents. You know he’s partial to Tony.”

“I was drunk and they were clearly looking for a fight.” 

“They’re in their eighties Bucky!” 

That was when Adrien realized it. These men were idiots. She sat quietly as the two men bickered. She was very proud of herself for biting her tongue. She was just going to wait it out. All she had to do was prove that they had the wrong person. Easy peasy. Probably. She would wait until they got to where ever they were going and then convince this Steve that she wasn’t Adrien Bravo, well, not the one they were looking for. 

If Adrien ever met this other guy, boy oh boy was she going to give her a piece of her mind. For over a year this other Adrien had been causing problems in her life. Credit cards had been filed in her name. Various cases of tax fraud. False checks. People looking for an Adrien Bravo who slept with their boyfriend. Someone looking for an Adrien Bravo who slept with their girlfriend. Adrien Bravo beat up my dad. Adrien Bravo owes me money. Adrien Bravo isn’t allowed into Walmart anymore after ‘the incident’.

It was slight inconveniences most of the time. Things that could be fixed with a bit of explanation: a call to the credit card company, and extra stop on the subway. But now this Bucky and Sam who worked for the mob were kidnapping her and accusing her of murder! That was not cool. If Adrien was going to be accused of murder it was going to be one she committed. And may or may not be on one Adrien Zora Bravo. But she’d have to get through this mess before any murdering was done.

“Can you tell me why I’m here again? Besides the obvious reason of kidnapping an innocent person.” 

There was some mumbling involving ‘but isn’t it in her rights?’ followed by ‘everything we do is illegal why do we care about her rights?’ 

“Hello?” More mumbling that ended in a grunt and ‘whatever’. 

“Adrien Zora Bravo. You have been accused of murder in the first degree.”

“Is this a trial?” 

There was a silence.

“Adrien Zora Bravo. You have been accused of murder in the first degree for the murder of Phillip J. Coulson...”

_

Several days ago

The lean figure kept close to the wall. She blended in with her surroundings. She was able to look like someone just out for a stroll while still being able to sink into the shadows if she needed to. 

The house she was looking for was like any other suburban house. It had a picket fence and bushes in front. Little windchimes hung on the porch. It made Adrien sick. The person here was happy. He lived alone but he constantly had guests over. The guy wasn’t even that likable. Obsessed with comic books and trading cards. The guy had a squeaky clean record. Not even a speeding ticket. At least according to the police. These people could cover up anything. And this man had to die. 

Phil Coulson. A middle-aged white male. He worked a boring desk job. He had no enemies. His murder would go unsolved. 

All she had to do was sneak in. That part was easy. He left the window unlocked on the second floor. His mistake. He was reading in his bed. Silk sheets. Pity they had to be ruined. 

Then she would take out her knife, cutting his throat and ulnar artery. His death would be practically painless. Adrien wasn’t a monster. This was why she waited until after he was dead before delivering her message. She would clean up her mess. Then silently make her way out the way she came in. 

It was supposed to be that easy. She was supposed to be in and out. But of course, it didn’t happen like that. A friend came over. Right as she was coming out the window. He looked her dead in the eye and you could tell he recognized her. He had clearly recognized her. Panic was starting to overtake her as she waltzed back out into the street. Back into blending in. 

She tried to watch her back and not look conspicuous. She knew how to tell when someone was following her and she knew what to do when someone was following her. Why hadn’t she killed that guy? Then there would be no witnesses. She knew better. But she panicked. She was supposed to be in and out. She always had plans for what-ifs, but there wasn’t supposed to be a what-if. He wasn’t supposed to have any friends. Everyone was on their own business. She was going to be in so much trouble. This was bad news. 

Rage was a single word that could describe Steve Rogers when he found out. Pure unadulterated rage. Now, Steve was a patient man, he really was. Short tempers don’t do much for you except make you enemies. But the absolute audacity of the person who did this was unmeasured, causing unmeasured levels of furiousness in Steve. 

You don’t just come into his town and kill his people. You don’t do it. Not without consequences following. The last person that crossed Steve Rogers probably couldn’t tell you much from God’s Acre. 

Nat had tried to calm him down before going into Coulson’s but when Steve was pissed he was pissed. He had burst through the barricade of people to see the man. It was impossible to see anything with Steve’s investigation team keeping out possible contaminators. But carved onto Coulson’s chest was the phrase ‘This is a Warning’.

_

“Jesus Christ, that’s terrifying. You should be finding this guy.” 

“Yeah, that’s what we did, genius.” 

“Except that’s not me, genius.” 

Completely aware that there was no way to convince these two of her innocence, she decided to wait in silence until they got there, which wasn’t very long, thank god. She probably wouldn’t have been able to keep up her resolve for a whole lot longer. The car stopped and shut off and instead of untying her legs, Bucky swung her over her shoulders, ignoring Adrien’s pounding and protests. They went through several doors before he plopped her down on a chair. 

“Thanks a lot, dickhead now my asscheeks are gonna be bruised.” 

A new voice was introduced and she could only assume it was this so-called Steve. The back was ripped off of Adrien���s head to reveal a cold blue gaze staring at her. The malice quickly turned to confusion though. 

“Who the fuck is this?” 

“It’s Adrien Bravo like you asked.” 

Steve continued to stare. The confusion turned into annoyance, then one of slight pity. 

“This is the wrong person.” 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say!” 

_

Part Three

[gazebobullshit]

tell me when 

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier ( reddie )  rating: teen ( for language )  word count:  2284 summary:  Richie and Eddie spend a night in, Eddie asks some important questions. gift for: Christine ( ladystvrk ) for the @it-fandom-exchange ao3 link: here

“Alright, alright Trashmouth!” Eddie’s hands are up, half empty beer dangling from his right. “If you were so sure, then when did you know?”

Richie snorted, his own beer nestled in his lap. “Are you seriously asking me when I realized I had a crush on you?”

“Yeah, well-” Eddie opened his arms out in a challenge, face flushed from the drinks he’s already had that night. “You keep saying since we were kids and I’m calling bullshit.”

Richie can’t help but laugh at that, elbow resting on his knee and body leaning forward to support his chin on his open palm. “I know. Hard to believe that I, Derry’s number one pussy slayer, was in fact very gay for one Mr. Edward Kaspbrak.”

“Please. The closest you’ve been to a naked woman is Bev in her underwear.”

“Ouch Eds.” He pointed with his free hand, “I mean you’re not wrong, but- ouch.”

“C’mon. I’m serious.” Eddie straightened his legs out on the floor, enough to bump his socked foot against Richie’s knee. “When did you know? And be real with me Tozier, no jokes.”

“Fuck. If I’d have known we’d be playing twenty questions tonight I’d have vetoed the booze.” He straightened, hands pressing against his face, pushing his glasses up into his hairline. He could feel Eddie tapping at his knee with impatience and he grumbled low in his throat as a response. Hands dropping enough to let his glasses slide ( somewhat ) back into place. Just enough for him to glare at Eddie over the tops of his fingers. “Give me a goddamn minute. We only got these memories back like four months ago.”

“Bullshit. You’re fucking stalling.”

“So what the fuck if I am? It’s embarrassing.”

“Please Rich. I want to knoooow.”

Richie might have found it amusing, even borderline adorable,  that tipsy Eddie got whiny. His cheeks flushed as he took another sip of his drink, shooting Richie a look that’d put the puppies in those adoption commercials to shame.He looked so comfortable, and far more at ease than Richie thinks he’s ever seen him, even back when they were kids.

“Okay. Okay. Just- don’t fucking laugh at me.”

“Absolutely no promises, but continue.”

That earned Eddie a middle finger, which got Richie double the response back.

Richie settled back against his couch, head tilting up towards the ceiling. He knew of course, how far back the crush went. Maybe not the exact date and time when he’d realized it, but he did know a vague enough answer.

“Well, there’s that summer.” And sure, saying it like that’s kind of vague, but they all know what ‘that summer’ usually refers to. Sweet summer of ‘89 with its clown bullshit. “I was kind of ignoring it until then.”

“The crush or the-”

“Both.” Richie shrugged, nail scraping at the label on his beer. “Figured if I just never shut up about how much tail I was getting on the reg’ people wouldn’t notice, you know? Or I dunno, fake it till you make it, I guess.” He flinched, letting his head fall forward again but keeping his eyes squarely off of Eddie’s face. “It took Bowers being an asshole and the clown chasing me through Bassey as that fuck ugly lumberjack for me to think, ‘Hey dickhead. Maybe this is a thing.’”

“So, what? When we were thirteen? That tracks I guess. You were extra annoying that year.” Richie might not have been looking at him, but he could hear the expression on Eddie’s face. That frown of consideration that made the wrinkle between his brows more prominent. “Still not seeing the whole crush on me thing.”

“Eh, I’m getting there.” He exhaled, shifting where he sat, lifting his beer to take another big sip. When the bottle was back in his lap he let his gaze drift, spacing out somewhere in the general area above Eddie’s head. This memory, unlike some of his others, was crystal clear and distinct. The very first one to hit him when he’d walked into the Jade and set eyes on Eddie for the first time. It was almost...too much to look at. The colors are too vibrant, the feel of the wood assaults the nerves at the end of his fingertips. He got a splinter that day and he can feel it now, like it’s been digging itself under his fingernail for the past twenty-seven years. It takes him a minute to wade through all of that to find his words again. “Remember the Kissing Bridge?”

“Of course. Isn’t that where Bowers got Ben the day we met him.”

Richie winces, and nods. “Yep.” He pops the ‘p’ on that, “Well, I didn’t go there to carve up new kids like Thanksgiving turkeys. Call me old-fashioned but I kind of prefered the original purpose.”

“Oh God. Don’t tell me. You fucking didn’t.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Oh my God Rich.” Eddie snorted, “What the fuck.”

Richie finally let his gaze drop to Eddie’s face only to find Eddie trying to muffle his laughter with the palms of his hands.

“Hey! I told you this was fucking embarassing!”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think- Jesus Christ Richie, the Kissing Bridge? Are you serious? You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Fuck you.” He pointed a finger at Eddie, wagging it in the air between them. He’s trying to be serious but the grin on his face and the laughter in his voice is giving him away. “I thought it was fucking romantic, and it wasn’t like I was about to confess my undying love for your hyperactive ass.”

“You’ve gotta be bullshitting me. There’s no fucking way. Nope. I don’t believe it.” Eddie’s head is shaking, and he’s leaning back on his hands. “You know I’m not about to step foot in that town again to check.”

“Hah, but that’s where you’re mistaken. You don’t have to do shit. I took a picture.”

“Bullshit.”

“Get ready to eat your words Kaspbrak.” Despite himself he was grinning as he shifted to pull his phone from his back pocket. Thumbing quickly to clear the screen of the avalanche of twitter notifications and angry messages from his manager. Pulling up his camera roll he pulled up the snapshot he’d taken of the Kissing Bridge just before he’d left town, his old carving done up fresh and standing stark against the wood. “Read it and weep, bitch.”

Tipsy Eddie did not have the sort of hand eye coordination necessary to catch a phone but Richie tossed it anyway. Then laughed as the other man fumbled not to drop it before it flopped face down on his lap. Once he could actually look at his screen, Richie watched as his eyebrows did some complicated gymnastics routine on the upper part of his face, mouth turning down in a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re serious.” He squinted, fingers moving to expand the picture, before he glanced back up. “This shit looks too fresh to be from 1989.”

“Recarved it.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.” He brought his beer back up to his lips, drinking the last of what was left in one quick gulp. Tongue dragging out  to lick his lips before continuing. “You almost died-”

“But I didn’t.”

“Right, but you didn’t.” He shrugged, “I don’t know, it just felt cathartic. I thought maybe if I carved it again I could just leave all those feelings there. Put them to rest.”  He gestured between them vaguely, “I didn’t think- I mean, I had every intention of keeping it to myself for the rest of forever.” He never once thought he’d be here, with Eddie. That talking about all this shit would be so easy, embarrassing sure, but easy nonetheless. Because Eddie knew and Eddie was here, and despite everything Richie woke up with the man of his dreams half tucked under his side.

Eddie was back to staring at the picture, only this time his face was all pinched in thought. “So that’s when you knew? When we were thirteen.”

Richie moved, stretching to put his bottle on the coffee table, before settling back in his spot. “That’s when I accepted it. Realizing it was a lot more fucking embarrassing.”

Eddie looked skeptical. “More embarrassing than carving our initials on Derry’s horny make-out spot?”

“Remember the day we met?”

“No! Richie- Richie we were six years old! No fucking way.”

“I told you this shit was embarrassing!”

“You were not in fucking love with me when we were six.”

“Hey! You’re the one holding my phone. Go ahead, dial my mom, ask her! I swear on Ben’s perfect abs I told her I’d marry you the second she picked me up from daycare.”

“I’m not- Richie it’s like 3 in the fucking morning where they are. No.”

“Then you gotta take my word for it.” He lifted his hands, palms up towards the ceiling. “Your mom dropped you off and you looked so mad about it. I thought you were one of those kids who bursts out crying the second their parents left them alone, but nope! You were just pissed because everything was a mess.” He laughed, and this memory- this memory wasn’t like the other one. It was faded and delicate. When Richie picked it up he felt like he had to be careful or he’d risk tearing it apart, like an old piece of film. Bits and pieces shone through well enough, the things that he’d always liked about Eddie since the start. His loud, fast voice, and animated hand gestures. The way his fanny pack looked too big and cumbersome, especially back then when he was nothing but tiny hips and twiggy legs.

The way he’d looked at Richie like he found everything he did physically repulsive, and yet didn’t pull away. Instead he’d clambered all over him, manhandled him into obedience so he could apply brightly colored bandages to the scrapes and bruises on Richie’s knees. All while yelling about cooties and calling him a dummy.

He expected to hear Eddie laughing, but when he looked up, he was looking at Richie’s phone, thumb pressed lightly to the screen.

“Eds? Spaghetti?”

“Don’t call me that.” Absent and automatic, without bothering to look up.

“Which one?”

“Both, dipshit.” One eyebrow arching up as their gazes finally met for a moment, before Eddie was taking his beer and downing the last of it in a series of furious gulps.  

Exhaling, he set the empty bottle down next to Richie’s, and held  the phone out. Not like he was handing it back, but so that Richie could see the screen. The picture had been shifted, zoomed in a little off to the side to show a different part of the screen. Another carving, faded with time but still visible.

R, with a heart around it.

“Eddie…”

“For the record. It was that summer for me too.” When their eyes met over the phone Eddie’s were intense and focused. No signs of the alcohol in his system, though he was breathing a little harder. “You told me to look at you. You kept telling me to look at you instead.”

They both swallowed, not really wanting to relive that moment, but finding it bursting through their defenses unbidden anyway. For Eddie it was the way the clown’s hand had felt on his face, the pain of his broken arm, and the smell of rancid breath washing over him. For Richie it was hearing Eddie scream, seeing the clown standing over him with drool dripping from IT’s jaws.

Then it was just the two of them. Richie’s hands on Eddie’s face, his voice yelling at him to look away. Just like it was the two of them right now, only instead of chaos and children screaming, the world was quiet, like it was holding its breath.

“I can’t believe you gave me shit. You’re just as big a sap as I am.” Richie’s voice sounded hoarse to his own ears.

Eddie just smiled, pushing up onto his knees so he could close the distance between them. Dropping Richie’s phone in his lap, before lifting that same hand to tilt up Richie’s chin. “You’d probably think I was body snatched if I didn’t give you shit, admit it.”

“Touche.”

Eddie’s head lowered, Richie could taste the beer on his breath and it made him feel drunker than any of the alcohol he’d had that night. Light-headed and wanting. Head tilting to the side to accommodate the kiss he felt like he’d die without.

“One more question.”

“Jesus Christ, Kaspbrak. You’re going to kill me.” He groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. This close he could feel Eddie’s laughter like the rumble of a distant thunderstorm vibrating the air between their bodies.

“Do you still love me?”

Richie’s head snaps back up slightly, one eyebrow trying valiantly to reach his hairline. His hands had settled on Eddie’s waist, but now he let them slip down the rough fabric of his jeans. Giving him a brief pat on the ass, before he hooked the back of his thighs and guided Eddie into his lap. “Eddie my love, that is the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.”

“That’s not an ans-”

Richie can only hope that the kiss they share, just like every kiss that came before and all the ones he prays are still to come, will be answer enough. When they pull apart it’s with Eddie’s hands cradling his face, and a dopey smile slowly spreading across Richie’s features. “I love you Eddie Kaspbrak.”

Eddie beams, actually beams, and Richie feels his heart stutter. “I love you too Richie Tozier.”

“Sap.”

“Oh fuck off, Trashmouth.”