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studyvibes · 3 years ago

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Hello guys so I thought it would be nice to translate an interview with Maneskin which is originally in Russian.

Thank you @teatrodellavita for sending me the link for the interview ❤️

So to warn you all before you read the translated interview, this is translation everything from Russian to English so all the maneskin answers were basically translated x2 (Italian -> Russian -> English) so there might be some Chinese whisper/telephone effect. Also I struggle with Russian idioms/metaphors so I’ll note them if they are during the interview.

I’ll leave the link here so you can follow the time stamps all of the questions. Also I tried my best making a nice structure which was hard because this whole post was written on tumblr mobile app

https://youtu.be/16NIbGDcycI

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(I’ll be writing in personal notes to explain some parts in italic and bold)

So the video starts with the host making a parody of 80s Italy video promoting a vinyl. I am not sure, correct me if I am wrong, but I think that’s a reference to their New Years special episode. I skipped parts of the host talking because I don’t see it relevant to the Maneskin interview. Also I’d like to note that if you want to compare the host he is similar in hosting style like Jimmy Kimmel, he trying to ask questions with a bit of humour

[2:02] Host: Our guest, the winners of Eurovision: Maneskin!!!

[2:08] Maneskin performing I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE

[4:59] Host: Maneskin!!! *clapping*

Damiano: Thank you

Host: Thank you! Grazie! (Says other random Italian phrases, which I don’t know how to spell)

[5:21] Host: I was informed that on Yandex Music in our country (YandexMusic is a streaming service) you became more popular than Billie Eilish. You are the most popular band/group in the country based on streaming your music.

Host: Tell me how do you feel about Billie Eilish? Are you happy that you surpassed quiet singing woman from America (he didn’t mean it in harsh way more like a joke way)

Victoria: Poor Billie

Damiano: We really like her. There isn’t any competition with her, it’s not that important. But we are happy that our audience is here.

*audience clapping*

[5:55] Host: (said something that I couldn’t hear because of the clapping)

Host: You know, thanks to you we noticed how much in TV and Russia we see rarer and rarer people come/visit in leather and lace

*audience laugh in the background*

Host: And honestly speaking, looking at you we realize how much we miss it, we lack it, you have very very beautiful costumes/outfits

Damiano: thank you very much

Host: it just lacking blue and then a bit we’ll have a russian flag

*audience laugh*

[6:31] Host: what are your thoughts/feelings of Russia? What are your thoughts/feelings of meeting your fans? Where did you go? You are already a couple of days here, what did you like?

Damiano: Very pretty. It is very rare when we could go for walk, we saw the Red Square. The public is very warm so we appreciate/it’s very nice.

Victoria/Damiano (Not sure if this translated part was from Victoria or Damiano): We received a lot of Vodka as gifts

Ethan: and chocolate

Host: In this country you are the first people to receive vodka as a gift. (I think it’s sarcasm because I know a lot of people who received vodka as a visitor/ gifted vodka for visitors)

*audience laughs*

Host: but it’s ok, maybe it’ll become a tradition.

[7:04] Host: Tell me, a bit, for all of us who know you after the Eurovision. How was the band created? Who first joined the band. Am I right that Thomas, Victoria, you *pointing Thomas and Victoria* you first then Damiano joined? Tell us

Thomas: We went to the same school, and during that time we met each other. Then Damiano joined our band and then we made the band. A lot of different people came to us - we were looking for a soloist and drummer

Victoria: and during that time Damiano joined us.

Victoria:We choose Damiano because he was the only who could actually sing

Thomas: and then later Ethan joined the band. We found him *pointing at Ethan* on Facebook

Host: So you wrote something that you are looking for a drummer right? How did it happen? What did you write, what to write so I can join you as the 5th member with accordion

*audience laughing*

Ethan: Accordion is a bit difficult instrument *audience laughing* to use in rock music, but you can send us your resume, we will look at it.

[8:35] Host: We have a question from our band called ‘фрукты (Fruits)’ which is performing already 10 years. So the question is: you, just like the band Fruits, started from street performing, right? Like outside nearly at the streets of Via de Corso in Rome?

Damiano: Yes

Host: When you performed outside did you already wear the same costumes/outfits? How much as an estimate did you earn a day? It’s very interesting, a lot of bands will travel to that street, to repeat your journey.

Victoria: We dressed worse

Damiano: We dressed the style of hippie, but we earned a bit of money. One time, one boy came up and dropped for us 20 euros. It didn’t matter on the day, and one time a guy/young man came up and dropped 50 euros in to our box.

*Host pointing at himself proudly, audience laughing*

Victoria: So it was you!

Host: Oofcourse

Victoria: We thought we saw your face somewhere before.

*audience laughing*

Host: Of course guys, I left the boutique and thought hmmm what do I do with useless money, ofcourse.

[9:50] Host: Also about the band Fruits I just can’t not say it, Damiano, when you turn to your profile, *asking camera men to move the camera close up to the soloist of the band Fruits* *we see her side profile* I think during your childhood you both were separated, you look so alike. Damiano, maybe you have relatives in this country.

Damiano: *Damiano laughs*

Damiano: Maybe

*continues laughing*

Host: maybe, maybe

Damiano: It is possible, my dad was in Russia. *Damiano starts to laugh more, audience and laughing and clapping, camera goes on the soloist of the band Fruits smiling looking shy/embarrassed*

Host: She has the exact same story, her mother was visiting Italy

[10:23] Host: I can’t stop talking about your costumes/outfits (positively). And that you returned us faith/hope in Italian music in our country, which we really really love here, but also faith/hope in rock music. You are a group which uses more than one guitar and doesn’t used a drum machine and suddenly became very popular that we grateful for you because the word rock appeared and returned thanks to you.

Host:It is clear that you love rock music which is now considered the past rock and know the history of rock music. If you were offered to be able to go to a concert from the past, from any band, where would you want to go? Each one of you

Damiano: maybe the performance of Queen, would’ve been fun to see

Host: Victoria, which band and which performance?

Victoria: hmmm...possibly David Bowie, his tour.

Host: Ethan?

Ethan: If it was possible to return in the past, I would’ve traveled to the Woodstock

Victoria: he has has there contacts/ connections

*Damiano imitates smoking and laughs*

Host: oh I can’t repeat that after you

Host: and Thomas?

Thomas: I would go to the 70s for Jimi Hendrix

[12:00] Host: Where do you buy your clothes? Like from the basics, so I arrive to Rome and I have more than 50 euros, thank god, and I want to buy clothes. Where do I buy the clothes?

Maneskin (I wasn’t sure who’s comment the translator translated): just in the stores

*audience laughing*

Damiano: There is nothing funny *Damiano smiling* It’s true *He starts laughing*

Host: I’ll be honest I haven’t been in Rome for a very long time. But it’s in vintage stores right?

*Maneskin agreeing*

[12:30] Host: I have a very important moment, it is that you for the first time..mm.. finally brought back what we all missed and exactly that is bright and beautiful, outlined dignity male makeup on stage. Speaking of this..... talking veryyy slow so they can translate them quickly... speaking of this, I have a small favour/request ... *he kinda goes of track for a second* who does the make up, do you do it yourself?

Maneskin: no no

Damiano: no we have makeup artists, actually one makeup artist, very talented, well done. Between all of us, Victoria is best as makeup.

Host: Yeah, but with Victoria it’s understandable, it’s clear that she start trying makeup sooner than you did.

Host: I have an offer, imagine you don’t have your makeup artist and you have a person who urgently needs makeup applied. I would like to ask if you, Damiano, and the member could apply the makeup on my face? I honestly don’t know what you need to apply to makeup *he is opening palettes of makeup*

*Damiano stands up walking towards the host

Host: (in English) Thomas if you wanna, you know help, please.

*Thomas joins Damiano*

Host:(back in Russian) Victoria you can hint them

Translator: She (Victoria) said that you (Host) choose the wrong helpers

*audience laughs*

Host: Yeah? Then come join

*Victoria and Ethan join*

(Ok here it goes messy cause they are all talking and the translator instantly translates so I might have mixed up)

*Victoria points at some makeup product (can’t see which one)*

Host: This one?! Victoria...

Damiano: wait, I’ll go first, first add a bit of eyeliner

*Damiano applies eyeliner under the eye of the host*

Victoria: you started under the eye, you should’ve started from the top

Host: *joking* I’ll also always start with this line

*Victoria smiling shakes her head, audience laughing*

Damiano: Its the type of makeup you wear when you go grocery shopping

*Audience is laughing, host tries not to laugh while Damiano is applying eyeliner on him*

Host: I was actually planning to go grocery shopping

*Thomas and Victoria start applying eyeshadow on different parts of hosts face*

Host: Sto-wha- already other parts being applied?

*Audience laughing*

Host: Ok guys... but..

Host: Ethan is it ok? Your the only one I can trust in this group

Support host in the background: he’ll need to be returning home (as a joke implying he needs to look decent when he leaves the studio)

*Victoria applies makeup on the host lips*

Host: Also lips?! Hmmm

Ethan: you look good

Damiano: close your eyes *applies upper eyeliner*

Damiano: (in English) I don’t know what I am doing

Host: (in Russian) you don’t know what you are doing? No, that’s too late to tell me.

Damiano: (in English) that’s why we have a makeup artist

Host: (in Russian) no, wait, now your make up artist will say why am I even needed by this band.

Ethan: just a final touch *applies eyeshadow on the tip of the hosts nose, and walks away with two thumbs up*

*host laughs and then picks up mirror to look at the work*

Host: not bad guys, to be honest, not bad.

Damiano: (in Italian) No it’s true, look how pretty he is, very pretty

Host: guys I want to tell you one thing: never fire your make up artist

*audience laughing*

Host: Thank you for your visit and we are very grateful for your performance

Host: And what can I say, we are waiting here and with the whole company will to you concert. Grazie mille

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Ooooooff that took wayyyy longer I planned, it was hard because I had to relisten some parts to know who actually said, like it is easier when it’s only one person cause I get to translate quicker.

Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this translation, if you have any maneskin interviews in Russian or German (warning: my German is a bit ruff from lack of practicing) which you would like me to translate, message me :)

#maneskin #måneskin #maneskin interview #thomas raggi #damiano david #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #maneskin damiano #maneskin thomas #maneskin victoria #maneskin ethan #Youtube #my translations #my post

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yandereclues · 5 years ago

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Request: Hey! I saw that you take requests for Stranger Things and was wondering if you’d take requests for borderline-terato Mindflayer! Billy Hargrove?

Request by: @youre-gonna-stink-and-burn 😊

Note: I changed things up a little with the mind flare, just to fit the Yander print better. But I really hope you enjoy !! 💕 (also based on the pronouns in your bio I assumed you would want male pronouns, if not I can change them real quick.)

Pairing: Yandere! Flayed! Billy Hargrove x Male! Reader.

Warnings: Displays of obsessive behaviors, slight violence? And sexual themes.

(Credit to @fivemoonjunction for the cool gif 😋)

“Hey umm,” you spoke as stress-filled tears threatened to pull from your eyes, “have you seen Billy recently? He hasn’t been answering my calls and-“ your shaky words were cut off by Max’s reply.

“No,” she seemed uninterested. She went to close the door, but you managed to get a sentence out before It clicked closed; “Well, if you see him please call me.”

She opened the door again slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. The unintelligible emotion behind her words put you off slightly. She quickly slammed the door closed. You stared at the frosted glass, at about eye level on the door. A small, almost silent sigh escaped your lips as you tilted your head up. But as you looked up, you noticed a pair of curtains flowing outside of an open window. You recognized the window, the same one you had been ushered to crawl through on many nights. Memories flew around your mind at the thought.

You remembered the chilly autumn evening vividly. “C’mon baby, if you jump, I’ll pull you up,” it was like his voice called to you from the open window, beckoning you closer. You had put all your faith into Billy’s relentless weightlifting that night, hopping towards the window. You remembered just barely touching the window sill, as strong warm hands gripped your forearms.

Many things had happened. You remembered music, calloused hands, cigarette smoke, and piercing blue eyes encasing you throughout the night.

A chill filled your system. The last time you had seen those beautiful eyes was last Friday. When Billy had dragged you to the changing rooms of the pool after hours. He had pressed you against the cold stone wall, lips grazing over your neck. Running his hands down your body as he usually did. This time though, he hesitated. As if he was waiting for some sort of signal.

It took a few seconds for it to set in how cold his hands were. He refused to let you ponder the subject though, as he resumed kissing your neck roughly. Much rougher than your previous nights, where he had been gentle, patient. His chest was pressed against yours, almost uncomfortably so. You shiver at the words he spoke softly into your ear that day. “I’ll be back for you, don’t worry.”

As soon as you got to your front yard, you threw yourself off of your bike. Not bothering to put it in the garage. Rushing to get to the door, you nearly dropped your keys as they shook, trying to get the damn thing to open. When the door finally slipped open, you scampered through, closing and locking it as you entered.

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“Come here,” you heard him call, “come here baby.” Billy sat down on his old bed, beckoning you forward with his pointer finger. You crawled forward, reaching your hand to touch his thigh. You seemed a mere inch away, but the only thing in front of you was now your kitchen phone. It rang, even as you rushed to pick up the receiver, it simply rang.

You could see him, on the other side of the line. You could feel him. He was cold, afraid, desperate. When the phone would stop ringing, he would dial your number again, placing it to his ear as he awaited your voice. You spoke through the receiver;

“Billy? Are you okay? Why are you so cold?,” you were frantic, trying to express your concern to him. But he wasn’t in his home anymore, he now stood in the field outside of your school. He just stood there, taking a long, shaky drag of his cigarette.

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Your eyes opened lazily, taking in the lights you had left on when you fell asleep. You looked at your bedside clock, it’s 1:26 AM. You stumbled over to the light switch, so inconveniently placed next to the door to your room. You flicked the light off, turning to now return to your slumber. But the familiar feeling of thirst made your throat scratch. You huffed, pulling the door open to stumble your way to the kitchen.

You flicked on the lights in the kitchen, the harshness of the fluorescent light fixture stung your eyes. A cold breeze flowed in from your left, making you shiver as the hair on your arms stood on end. But you got through it, in an attempt to grab a glass of water so you could go back to sleep. You tilted the glass up. “Hmmm?,” the top layer of the water seemed to have frozen. A frustrated huff left your lips. You stumbled towards the entrance of the house, where the thermostat was attached to the wall.

As you turned the corner towards the thermostat, the temperature continued to drop. Your eyes widened, as they landed upon your front door, standing wide open. You froze, not really knowing what to do. When you came to your senses you quickly walked over to close the door. But before you could close it;

Something called out.

The sound seemed to pull you outside. The grass was wet against your bare feet, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You walked for a while, it seemed like it took twice as long as it did on your bike to reach your destination.

Billy’s house was dark; no lights, no sounds. You stepped up to the front door, almost knocking on it, when the sound of those awful curtains flowing outside of Billy’s window reached your ears. You looked up. There was something, no, cigarette smoke being blown outside of the window.

You walked over, noticing the ladder Billy had always set out when he wanted you to come over. It was an old rusty ladder, leaned up against the side of his house where his window was. You placed your hand on the rung, hesitantly. What if the smoke was just your imagination? You would practically be breaking and entering.

You quickly forgot those thoughts though, as you hoisted yourself up the ladder. One rung at a time. The final step onto the roof had always been a little awkward, but you managed. You tip-toed over the roof, taking no chance in waking the people beneath you. You stood under the window now, looking into the pitch black room, in which smoke no-longer emanated.

With a quick breath, you jumped. Your fingertips barely grazed the window sill. But once again, a strong, firm grip held onto your forearms. The grip easily pulled you through the window, with you simultaneously ending up on the floor.

You looked up, seeing those piercing blue eyes shining in the moonlight. “Billy!” You stood, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Bringing your body to his. He returned the embrace, nuzzling his face in your neck. You could feel him inhale deeply, as if taking in your scent.

He pulled away for a moment, moving his hand up to hold your jaw. “You heard me calling you?” He asked. It seemed like a rhetorical question, as his answer lies with you standing in front of him. Still, you nodded frantically. He smiled, his grip on your jaw tightening. He spoke; “hmmm, good boy. C’mere.” He pulled you over towards his bed. He sat, having you stand between his legs.

You piped up “Wait, where were you? I tried calling you so many times, and you didn’t answer. I was starting to get—,” something wasn’t right. Where the hell did he go? What happened?

Billy, in an attempt to pull you away from such silly questions, spoke; “You know, you’re so pretty. My pretty little boy, hmmm?” You froze, not knowing how to respond to his words, his touch. Dear lord it was cold in here.

You looked over, Billy must have turned on the lamp on his bedside table while you weren’t looking. Your eyes averted his, instead scanning the walls. It seems he had torn down all of his porno magazines.

You were surprised, he had spent years putting all of those up. But now they were instead replaced with, Polaroid’s? Many of them were blurry, like he had been in a rush. But one of the photos seemed oh-too familiar.

This photo, unlike the others, was framed. It was a photo of you and Billy. He had insisted that you sit on the hood of his car, while one of his buddies took the photo. As you looked closer, you realized that many, if not all of the photos were of you.

Many you remember having told Billy he could take while doing, scandalous things. Others seemed to be of you in many positions. Asleep in his bed, making him breakfast while his dad was at work, and the occasional shot of his hand on your ass.

Billy refused to let you ignore him longer. He pulled you down on the bed. With seemingly more strength than ever. He had you pinned down by your arms. He stared down at you with hungry eyes. His teeth shined in the lamp-light as he licked his lips. He leaned his head down to your lips, kissing them aggressively.

“Shit,” he whispered, “you drive us fucking crazy.” He bit your lip, hard. His action caused you to gasp, attempting to wrench your hands away from his grasp to sooth your lip. He only gripped them harder, with a bruising force. “We’re so lucky,” he breathed. “I thought I was crazy about you before, but he’s showing me just how much I can love you.”

Billy moved both of your wrists to his left hand, using his right to reach for the cuffs on his nightstand. Without warning, he quickly snapped the cuffs around your wrists. You then began to panic, struggling against the cuffs. He still had one hand, holding the chain linking the cuffs. The other, now moving up your neck.

“It’s okay, you can trust us,” his hand gripped your neck softly, “we aren’t gonna hurt you.” You tried kicking, thrashing your legs around. You tried kicking his legs, but it was to no avail as they stood solid where they were.

“Billy, what the fuck!? Let me go, now! Are you crazy?! You disappear for like a week, and now you’re talking about ‘we’!? What do you mean ‘he’s showing you’?!”

His grip tightened around your throat, choking you mid sentence. His expression changed, now darkened, like a switch had been flipped. He spoke, low and hoarse; “Don't fucking talk to us like that! You won’t know a damn thing about what’s out there. He’s shown me shit you couldn’t even imagine,” he growled “this is the only way you’ll be safe. The only way we can make sure you’re all ours.” His expression softened. “You're all ours,” he barely whispered.

As well as his expression, his grip on both your restraints and throat lightened. You took this opportunity, not knowing if such a thing would occur again. You pushed his hands off of you, leaving him momentarily stunned. The handcuffs rendered you slightly, but you pushed up from the bed, jumping over to the window. Making you realize, it was colder inside, than it was outside.

You got practically half way outside before Billy lunged towards you, dragging you down to the floor by your ankles. You fought back, pushing him away. But the seemingly inhuman force he used, easily had you rendered defenseless. “Stop struggling honey,” he huffed. Once again his hands wrapped around your throat. Only this time around, he didn’t hesitate to completely choke you out. He watched you try to pry his hand away, merely sighing as your body went limp beneath him. “Hmmm,” he spoke, “you’ll understand soon darling.”

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Part two? Maybe?

#yandere #yander billy hargrove #yandere billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #yandere billy hargrove x reader #yandere stranger things #stranger things

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mercale · 4 years ago

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So I stumbled across your fic The Space Between Today and Tomorrow, and 1.) I adore every single word, this is exactly what I’ve been wanting since I fell down the Tommy Shepherd rabbit hole and the fact that it’s ThinkFast makes it even better, and 2.) if it’s not too much of a bother would you ever be up for writing a ficlet or snippet based on your the whole “if Erik or Pietro ever found out Tommy’s childhood Frank Shepherd would be lucky to still be eating through a straw.” Because I am in desperate need of protective family over Tommy and you write it so incredibly well. Thank you and keep up the fantastic work!!

It might take me some time to get to the request but yes that one would be fun, wouldn’t it? Maybe do it in Frank’s POV. Hmmm. I will stew on that. But so I don’t forget can someone ask me that second part again so it is stored up for use/remembering?

The Space Between was an idea that more or less happened because of a combination of three factors. The first was reading TONS of good Thinkfast fic, and I could rec some if people are interested but I imagine the ones I would have already been read to people I would recommend it to. The second was the combination of War of the Realms and the announcement of Strikeforce (and maybe a bit of Tommy getting shafted in Death’s Head). Tommy was basically cut out of the picture and I didn’t like it. I wanted him to have a story and a deeper power of his own. Though it is important to note that war of the realms stuff isn’t relevant here in the story, but Billy’s one off did help me decide I wanted Tommy to have something. Oh, and Billy’s line about himself and his twin to Asti in New Avengers V4 just made me jump over the implication of Tommy’s power.

The third factor? Well, there is one more comics run that is a major influence on the ideas in this story. However, mentioning it would absolutely spoil some plot elements so guess you’re going to have to wait a number of chapters on that. ^-^

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ivyglow · 5 years ago

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Hostage - Jack Eichel | Buffalo Sabres

a/n: Sooooo I took too long to finish this piece, I'm kinda happy with what it turned out and I hope you guys like it. Again, a huge shout out to Naty who proofreaded everything, thank you @tsarinablogs !!! ❤️

word count: 3.5k

warnings: cursing; mention of toxic relationships.

note2: there is a note at the end of the piece. Please read it!! :) thanks. Oh- and you guys can read it listening to Hostage by Billie Eilish or Figures by Jessie Reyez.

Prompt: #11 ”we’re not just friends, and you known it!”

Do you know the line of really good friends but not enough to become best friends? Well, this line was something between Y/n and Jack. They were introduced to each other by a mutual friend and since day one they got along pretty well. He was funny and so was she. As time went by, the hangouts started to involve only the two of them, Jack always stopping by her house to talk, y/n always waiting to have dinner with him and so on. Maybe being able to draw the line was the main reason why Jack suggested what he did and why y/n accepted it. She liked him, more than a friend, but they were not close enough to become best friends and so things wouldn’t be messy if the deal did not work.

“How was he?” Jack asks while sipping his juice and looking at the TV screen. “I don’t know, he was ok, I mean we liked each other, but there wasn’t this kind of chemistry.” She murmurs, trying to bring back the memories of her first boyfriend. The topic was caused by a scene of the movie about two best friends becoming each other’s first relationship.

“Do I look like him?” he asks out of the blue, and she adjusts herself, trying to take a better look at his face as he fails to hide the thoughtfulness in his eyes.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t know..just thinking if maybe you have a type” Jack jokes and y/n puffs the air out of her lungs, while drawing one of her fingers to his face to trail the sharp of his jawline. This close, looking from this angle, laying just like this, he looked like one of the many busts she was studying last week. So methodicly sculptured, sharp jaw, perfect mouth, like it was a work of art with so much mathematics involved, chasing perfection.

But the thing is: Jack wasn’t a sculpture at all. He was a human being and taking into consideration her beliefs his face was not created by science.

“He had short hair…,” it passes through her lips while still tracing his features, “the kind you can’t even thread through your fingers. And he wasn’t as funny, but he was loud and I thought it was sweet. He wasn’t into arts or movies in general, but, still, I liked him.”

“So, we’re pretty much different…” he concludes and she shakes her head.

“Even if he had your height, or identical hair, or eyes, you guys would never ever look alike.” Her voice was abruptly deep.

“He had zero empathy with my feelings…” she confesses, it took her so long to realize it, took many breakups until she realized the blame wasn’t on her. “I don’t know how to describe the way he made me feel guilty about my own decisions and…” Jack could not do the same, right?

In fact, she felt deeper when it came to Jack, and so it could indicate that once he hurt her, it would be way worse, but he would not, right?

The hockey player did not press her to keep talking, actually, he didn’t want to talk about the subject, didn’t want to imagine someone as good as y/n being hurt, so he just started curling a random strand of her hair on his finger and shifting his attention back to the TV.

…

It comes as no surprise that y/n was friends with almost the whole Buffalo Sabres’ team, she would go to every possible game and be able to talk about anything with them. So when they won and went to celebrate, of course she was there, excited to hug all of her friends and make some sassy comments about their game.

“Wayne!!!!!” y/n squeals to the tall black man in front of her. “That pass was amazing, damn!”

“You liked it?! Sam almost killed me, saying it was a dangerous move, ugh” he engulfs her small body in his large frame.

“It was not that bad, but mine was better..” Dominik stumbled in the talk putting his arm around y/n’s shoulders.

“Dom!!! Your game was not that bad today” she jokes standing in her tiptoes to give him a kiss in the cheek.

“What an insane game, I don’t know if I can celebrate properly, there’s so much adrenaline still…” he says while leaning in the bar bringing his friend’s body with.

“Ooooh, baby’s want to go home?!” Wayne pokes his side and the three of them laugh.

“By the way, where’s Jack?” y/n asks, already missing his curls and sense of humor.

She’s not the type of person who gets attached in a way that creates codependency, usually, she’s chill, but somehow with Jack, there’s this constant desire of being close, hold hands, hear his voice or at least know he’s thinking about her too.

But it’s not something she verbalizes, it’s one of the many things she keeps to herself, scared of scaring him, she prefers to let her feelings eat her inside than share it with him and create the slight possibility of an end of their affair.

“Hmmm...he’s...I think…” Waynes seems a little stressed to answer and when Dominik squeezes her shoulders she knows something is wrong. “What’s up, guys?”

Y/n turns to the left-winger player holding her and before she could press him to say something, there’s a loud commotion on one table close to them. The table of the players. The table where Jack just arrived with a girl hanging by his side.

He’s holding her by the waist, hands a little bit lower and bodies too close together. There’s this flush on his cheeks matching the visible bruise in his neck, none of them are from the game and y/n knows it the second her eyes caught it.

“Oh-” it’s the only sound she is able to make even though she wanted to say to both boys around her that it was okay, that her and Jack were just friends who sometimes happens to kiss and have sex, and share movie nights, and hold hands at private parties, and sleep together when the night feels lonely. Nothing more, just friends after all.

“Just ignore him, sweetheart” Wayne is not trying to defend his friend and it shows.

Her eyelids feel heavy and her breath caught in her throat like she just swallowed the slice of lemon in her cup. When it feels like her knees are giving it, the drink is not to blame this time.

“I’m okay” she whispers.

She can almost hear the voice of her girlfriends, telling her to let Jack go.

Oh, but boy, was she a stubborn girl.

The trio keeps talking and eventually, some other players and their girlfriends join the conversation. Jack and the girl make out for a few minutes and when he leaves the table to get a drink on the bar, he just smiles at y/n like nothing ever happened.

That night, unlike Jack, she went home alone and cried herself to sleep.

…

It was a Thursday afternoon, one week after the club incident, she had just arrived from class and was filling in her bullet journal, before taking a bath and starting to do her work. Today was a productive day, easily so, her mind was not focused on thinking about Jack or trying to figure out how to talk to him, what to tell him and how hurt she was. Y/n and Clarice, her best friend, went to study at the library. And being the social butterfly that she was, Clarice invited some other friends, one of them was this brunette boy from one of her classes and for the first time they talked about things other than university and due dates. He was a pretty nice guy and they exchanged numbers at the end of the study session.

Even though she had to constantly brush Jack off her mind, it was actually nice to enjoy someone else’s company and feel wanted.

The knocks on her door startled her and y/n left the bedroom, walking straight to the living room, asking herself who it could be.

“Eichel?” she furrowed her brows. It’s like someone punched her right into the chest and for some seconds the air seems far away from her body.

“Hey, I was just a little worried, you didn’t text me or anything…” he rocks back and forth in his heels a little stunned since she didn’t give space to him to get inside.

“I was...busy” the words ‘I’m sorry’ almost slipped through her lips.

“You’re free now?” he furrows his brows and y/n sighs lowly. “I actually got some stuff from university to do...if you don’t mind” the last part is said once his face drops a little. No one would have noticed, but she did because she knew his features like no one else.

“I don’t...I could use some Netflix and chill and keep you company?!” his lips are stretched into a small smile, the one he usually does when he’s suggesting something and he’s not sure the person is open to it. The one he does every time he fucks up, like he did the other week. The one that usually comes with the big blue eyes staring deep into her soul. The one that always is able to make her give up.

And this time is no different.

She steps aside giving him room to get inside.

“I’ll be in my room, I need some silence to work on this assignment” it’s her best strategy to avoid him or at least be able to have some minutes of productivity.

“Oh, I’ll be on my phone then,” he smiles, big this time. “You won’t even notice I’m in the same room.” he tries for a light joke but somehow it punches her right in the gut.

It was impossible for him to go unnoticed. At least in her world. He was so close to the center of it that sometimes she asked herself if he wasn’t the sun.

Well, in this solar system he was the sun and she was mercury, too close, almost melting, unable to receive others. He was the closest she could ever have and cold? She never felt it.

Jack made himself comfortable on her bed while she typed away on her laptop. Or tried to type away, because once or twice he would giggle to his cell phone or get up to get water or whatever.

“Can you please stop?!” she asked abruptly when it felt impossible to focus on her work.

“Sorryyyy” he smiles -big-, and turns his attention back to the phone.

After half an hour and three pages, she gets up to pee and stretches her body. Jack was engulfed by his phone, typing eagerly and too distracted to notice she was walking past. Well, who could blame him?! Probably, any other person in his situation would be distracted too, it’s not every time that his hookups are open to send nudes in the normal chat - usually, they would go for Snapchat or something like that.

“What the fuck?!” y/n stops in her tracks when her brain finally processes the image on the screen of his mobile. “Are you really sexting some random girl? In my house?!”

“I’m not sexting, we were talking and she happened to send a picture asking my opinion…”

“Of course, your opinion about how good her new bra looks!” her tone was angry covering how betrayed she felt.

‘Sis, he can’t even be named a cheater since you guys are not dating!’ this tiny voice inside her laughed at her feelings and remembered the bitter truth.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal, ok?!” he rolls his eyes, suppressing the little smile in the corner of his lips.

“It is a damn huge deal!” she almost screams. “You can’t be that blind, Jack!”

“About what? I try my best to listen to you and do as you like and-”

“Oh my fucking god!” she grunts. “How do you pay attention to my feelings and try your best to listen to me after what you did last week?! And oh! That shit happened two months ago too and oh! I almost forgot every time you came up with a new shit that leaves me heartbroken and guess what?! You don’t come to talk to me about it, because you don’t even try to pretend that you fucking care with my feelings!”

“Oh- what the hell, y/n?! What’s that outburst about?! Are you really fighting me like this because of a random nude?!” he left the bed, standing right in front of her. The phone forgotten on the mattress.

“You don’t even get it, Jack…” she mutters, lips quivering.

“Well, then tell me and I will. We’re friends, y/n, we’re not supposed to have this kind of miscommunication-”

“We’re not just friends and you know it!” her voice a few tenths louder.

“And we’re not a couple either and you know it!” his voice is lower. Almost like he knew how deep that sentence could cut her heart.

‘See?! I told you!’ her gut screams inside her head, her own heart being the target of pity and laughs inside her.

“Get out, Jack” y/n sights.

“I’m just being hones-”

“GET OUT!” she screams, tired of his voice, tired of his cold heart, tired of him and most of all tired of how he made her feel. One minute in the top of the world and the other so low that rock bottom wouldn’t even live up to how she really felt.

Jack did not try to talk, or hug her, or say that he was wrong, maybe sorry?! He did nothing besides grabbing his phone and leave her house.

The indifference kicking hard one more time in the same spot that was bruised: her heart.

…

It’s been two weeks, Jack was on a road trip with the team and since the incident, he gave no signal of wanting to talk. So there was Clarice trying to make y/n realize that she deserved a lot more than someone like him.

“...And it feels like he’s the sun sometimes. I just feel cold and heartbroken now, you know?” Y/n grumbles laying on her bed and facing the ceiling.

“WhAT?!”

Clarice’s tone startles y/n.

“What?” she asks back.

“You can never ever make someone or something the sun of your system. It’s too dangerous, don’t you see it?!”

She stays silent for some seconds trying to absorb her friend’s words.

“It’s not like I have a choice though…” the voice that left her mouth was a strangled one, hoarse from all the cry and scream-on-the-pillow-session.

“You do! We always do. We have a choice when we decide that we won’t take that bullshit anymore, we will focus on ourselves and nothing less. Nothing can be the center of your life, not an object, not a goal, not a person and even less so a relationship, cause once some of these things are gone?! You’re broken, too.”

Clarice gives her a sympathetic look before going for a hug, she knew that it was exactly what y/n was needing, to feel warm with anything other than Jack and eventually learn to feel it by herself.

“I thought he was different…” she whispers.

“We all do, sweetie, we all do…” Clarice runs her fingers under y/n’s eyes trying to stop for some seconds the tears from falling. “But there’s this singer I really like and she says that it’s not our job to be someone else Karma. It’s not your job to fix him, you can help him with that, but first?! First, you need to heal yourself, we can’t lift others if we are on the ground as well.”

Y/n took the rest of the day to rest and cry a fucking river, as Justin would say. Clarice was staying with her during the week since the two had a college assignment together and y/n could use some company. Especially if her company would make her laugh every possible time and help her with sad thoughts. Y/n spent more time with the boy from her class, Daniel and she was happy to receive all his memes and trash-talk always.

It was almost midnight and she was deep in reading an article from college when her phone buzzed.

A message from Dominik.

It was a picture of him holding a really colorful and big cup of drink. The team was probably celebrating one more win.

Dominik: guess the name of this drink?”

Dominik: I’m kidding, don’t.

Dominik: It’s actually ‘Y/N‘, you have the name of a drink here lol can you believe it?!”

She giggled with her friend’s drunkenness and opened the photo again. He had this big smile, the one that makes your eyes almost close and his cheeks were red probably from the alcohol. In the background of the photo, however, there was a well-known figure laced with a girl.

Jack was kissing her and y/n wasn’t even surprised. She was hurt.

He wasn’t different at all and she felt silly for believing it for so long.

…

At the end of the week, when the team just landed in the city, y/n received a message from Jack.

Jack: Hey, just landed. Missing you like crazyyyy.

Jack: Can I go to your place?

Jack: we’re cool right?!

She sighed.

Some days without him and she was able to realize how fucked up things have been.

She was considering a date with Daniel, her classmate, and hopefully this time Jack was not going to stop it, not like he did the other times when she tried to make the “not-exclusive” deal work for both of them. He would always show up at her house and keep her in her bed until it was too late to go out or say so much bullshit she would end up cancelling it.

y/n: Come over, I need to talk indeed.

She just started to realize she had been a hostage of a lot of things, college, some feelings from her childhood, her toxic family, etc. So it felt enough of playing the soft one if she was having the opportunity to stop being held against her will.

It was twenty minutes before the knock on her door.

He was there, smile in the corner of his lips, just like he would do after messing up. She was going to forgive him because she was trying to love herself enough and to carry hurt was a burden she was not going to put in her backpack. In fact, keep the bad feelings would only make it worse.

She smiled back, slightly, almost invisible. But he saw it, not because he knew her face as nobody did, but because he was paying attention like never before.

“I missed you,” he mumbles entering the apartment.

“I don’t wanna take too long, Jack. I just want to be honest with you.”

“If it is about th-”

“No. Please, let me...let me just finish ok?!”

“Yeah, go ahead” he nodded.

“I don’t want to see you anymore. Not while I’m trying to heal. You can’t keep using me like that, can’t keep acting like I don’t have feelings, acting like seeing you in doubt did not kill me inside. I love you! You’re my friend, Jack, and that’s even worse cause it feels like I’m losing you twice. Just let me go, stop making my feelings hostage.”

“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know.” She sights. “But you did. And I’m sorry Jack, but looking at you right now – the only thing I can think of is that you look exactly like him…”

“Who?” he furrows his brows.

“My first boyfriend, the one I once told you would never look alike.”

“And you never told me why you thought we were so different…”

“Because he didn’t care about me. He didn’t love me as much as I did and still, he kept me, I guess maybe because of the feeling of possessing someone, maybe afraid of loneliness…Still, he kept me hostage for long enough and I’m not letting you do the same.”

She handed him a box with some of his stuff that was at her place.

It was the first step and it was a small one, but she was trying to leave the place and the people that made her feel worse.

She was a hostage of a lot of things, some feelings from her childhood, her toxic family, Jack, but one by one, she was going to break the chains. It was enough of hurt and sorrow and madness, if she could stop being held against her will, she would.

note3: during this time and because of some events I realized I don't feel 100% ok writing about Jack, I decided to finish and publish this one in respect to the anon who asked (and I replied saying it was ok). So yeah, there's nothing about him in my inbox anymore and I just want to let you guys know that :) thanks.

#jack eichel #jack eichel request #buffalo sabres #nhl writing #hockey imagine #nhl imagines #angst #lot of notes sorry #my moodboards #mels writing

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chasing-dreamers · 5 years ago

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Close encounters

This is my entry for Patricia’s Halloween Challenge!

#12: “I paid $50.00 for this haunted house. I better die.”

#53: “There will be a lot of screaming tonight.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Billy Hargrove or Stranger Things. This is completely fiction and made up.

A/N: I totally finished this within the first couple weeks and have been waiting to post this, just so I wouldn’t post it too early! Then I started working again and completely forgot about it. This is also the first time I have done anything like this and shared it this publicly.

Halloween. It’s literally the BEST day in the entire year. Candy. Costumes. Scary movies. Parties. Oh, and a possible Demogorgon every now and again. You know, usual Hawkins Halloween celebrations.

Thankfully we hadn’t seen any Demogorgons in almost a week and everyone in the lab were getting closer to closing the gate. They we reminded us frequently to stay cautious, but we weren’t going to let the worry of it get in the way of having a good night.

“Okay. So, these shorts or these ones?” I held up two pairs of short jeans in front of myself.

“Hmmm...” Robin tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “I like the red ones, but you have to wear your AC/DC shirt with them.”

“Are you sure?” I grabbed the shirt out of my closet, went into my bathroom, and changed quickly. I went back into my room and stood in front of the mirror. “SO, like this?”

“Tuck your shirt in and please, for just once, keep your hair down.” Robin sighed.

“Do I have to?” I whined. My hair was a curly mess all the time and I hated it.

“Yes!” Robin said. “Who knows, maybe your knight in shining armor will show up?”

“What is up with you and Nancy always teasing me about him!” I glared at her. I turned back into the mirror and tried to get my hair to fall where I wanted it to, but there was no point.

“Because you're actually obsessed with him,” Robin teased. “and I didn't even have to say his name.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Billy Hargrove.” Robin shook her head. “I don’t know what you see in him, Y/N.”

“I don’t know either.” Billy was literally everything I wanted. Well, mostly. The guy was probably the biggest asshole I had ever met, but he was so god damn gorgeous. “It’s just a crush. It’s not like I have a chance with him or anything.”

“If he doesn’t realize that you are literally the coolest girl in Hawkins.” Robin stated. “Then he is actually the dumbass everyone says he is.”

“Yeah, I guess your right.” I chuckled.

“Hey guys! Hurry up!” Nancy walked into my room and grinned when she saw me. “Ooooo, look at you. Someone got all fancy for Billy.”

“Shut up, Nancy!” I groaned and we all giggled. I grabbed my backpack, made sure the walkie and other things I needed were in it, then followed the girls downstairs. Steve and Jonathan were sitting in the living room with my parents. “Are we all ready to go?”

“Yes!” Steve exclaimed and threw his arms up dramatically. “We were just waiting on the princess!”

“I am not a princess.” I rolled my eyes. “I just couldn’t figure out what to wear.”

“Well, you just proved his point.” Jonathan laughed.

“Watch it Byers.” I shot him a look and chuckled. “Do we have everything we need?”

“Yupp. Here’s your bat.” Steve tossed me the nail covered bat and I threw it over my shoulder

“Alright. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Hold on!” My mom grabbed her camera off the table.

“Mom!’ I whined.

“No, Y/N. You know the rules!” My dad scolded me.

“Alright. Fine!” I sighed. I grabbed the others and made them stand next to me.

“1, 2, 3, cheese!”

Click. Click. Click.

“Mom! You have taken like a million pictures!” I groaned as my mom stood there snapping away with her camera.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!” My mom chuckled and began to shoo us out the door. “Go have fun! And no boys, Missy! And why do you have to take that ugly bat everywhere?”

“Bears, mom. Duh!” Steve opened the door and we started walking out.

Right before I left the house, my mom walked over to me and started messing with my hair. “We have to have something done about this hair of yours.”

“Mom come on. Stop!” I shook my hair away from her and huffed. “Robin already tried.”

“Stay safe, Y/N.” My mom started lecturing again. “And I’m serious, no running into the woods with any boys.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her, Mrs. Y/L/N!” Nancy waved behind us, as we quickly tried to walk out the door.

“Thank you, dear!” My mom stood on the porch and waved as we headed down the driveway.

We all piled into Jonathan’s car since it could seat all of us, pulled out of my driveway, and headed to the forest. The haunted trail was a new thing the mayor decided we had to do. Pretty sure it was just his way of getting more money in his pocket. I mean, why else would a haunted trail cost $50.00.

We got to the field where the beginning of the trail was set up. A few feet away were a few food stands and small carnival games. The boys had just arrived on their bikes and were wearing their signature Ghostbuster outfits. Jonathan parked the car and they put their bikes right next to it. We all started laughing as we could hear them singing the Ghostbuster’s theme song.

“Who you gonna call?”

“THE NERDS!” I laughed as I jumped out the back and the boys all shot me dirty looks.

“Really, Y/N? Really?” Dustin scolded.

“Oh. Come on. You guys are such nerds.” I chuckled. El and Max giggled as other boys rolled their eyes at me. We all grouped together at the front entrance of the forest.

We all got our walkies out and made sure we were all on the same channel. “Y/N and Nancy, you have the front entrance. We cut up the trail into different sections on what it is going on in that area. All of you have map and a list of where we will be inside. Everyone will stay inside the trail with everyone else. If ANYTHING happens, use your walkie, and if you have to run; Hopper said we can go straight to his cabin and hide out there.” Dustin directed.

“Got it, Dad!” Steve shouted as he ran into the forest first with Jonathan right behind him. The party went in after them. Then El, Max, and Robin went it. I sighed.

“This is lame.” I huffed and leaned against the tree next to me. “We have to just sit here all night, take tickets, and listen to people complaining because it’s $50.00 to walk through a forest.”

“Would you rather be in there with them?” Nancy shrugged.

“There is NO WAY I am going into that forest.” I shook my head. “Not even if you paid me.”

“But what if Mr. ‘He’s-So-Hot-I-Could-Die’ showed up?” Nancy smirked.

“I should have never told you too that.” I laughed. “Plus, he will be with them and they are the last people on the planet I would want anything to do with. I definitely wouldn’t go into a god damn forest with them.”

“You never know.” She grinned. Oh, I knew. No way. As much as I was obsessed with him, I never had a chance. Even though I would go with him, I’d die before I went with anyone else he hung out with.

“I just don’t have a chance.” I shook my head in defeat. “It’s 5 til 8. People should start lining up here soon.”

“He will show up.” Nancy said, putting in her last thought about it. “Just you wait.”

It had been about an hour after the haunted trail opened, and ticket sales were higher than I expected. Even though everyone complained when we first heard about it, it was the only thing for anyone over the age of 13 to do. Except getting shit faced and partying, which is what I thought everyone would have been doing.

“I SO told you so.” I was taking someone’s ticket as I felt Nancy’s fist connect with my arm.

“Those are actually the last people I want to see tonight.” I huffed. Tommy H, Carol, and Nicole. Literally the worst trio ever. Then I realized Nancy was right. Billy did show up. I stood there in awe as he shuffled his feet around. He was mindlessly crewing his nails and you could see the muscles in his jaw tighten. His hair was falling into his face perfectly and his eyes sparkled in the light. My heart leaped into my throat as I noticed his chest and torso were completely bare under his jacket. His was made by the gods and I could stare at him forever. I looked back up to his face and those blue eyes were staring right back at me. “Shit!”

“Were you staring hard enough, Y/N!” Nancy half shouted; half whispered at me.

“I’m sorry! Look at him!” I groaned. I went back to taking tickets for the kids that were standing in front of me. I looked back over to where they were standing. Tommy and Carol seemed very eager to get into the woods. Nicole was too busy trying to get to Billy’s attention, but he showed no interest in her.

“Billy is TOTALLY staring at you!” Nancy nodded and jabbed me in my side.

I shoved her back and hissed at her. “Nancy, shut up. He’s not even here to see me.”

“How can you be so sure about that, princess?” Excuse me? What is happening! Why is he standing right here!

“Because you came here with me, Billy. Come on.” Nicole explained as she stomped over to him and tried to wrap her arm around him.

Billy rolled his eyes and tightened his jaw. “No, Nicole. No, I didn’t. Now get in there before you have to go by yourself.”

Nicole shoved the ticket into my hand, then went back to where Tommy and Carol were.

Nancy winked at me and giggled as I shot her a dirty look. I turned back towards Billy and he was standing even closer to me.

“So, what do you say, Y/N? Care to join me?” Billy purred.

“Nah., I think I’ll pass.” I shrugged.

“Why not? It could be like a date.” He smiled even more, and I could hear Nancy squeal as she continued to keep the line moving.

“Date? Billy Hargrove, do you even know me?” I laughed.

“Yes, Y/N. I do.” There is no way he did. “You just decide to run off every time I get close to you.”

“Well, then this is me running off again.” I threw the tickets into the trash can next to me, grabbed my backpack, and then grabbed my bat. “I am going to go get some food, Nance. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, fine. It’s not a date, but I still want you to come with me.” Billy insisted and grabbed my arm to keep me from walking away.

“Why Billy?” I pulled my arm out of his grip.

“Come on, princess! Live a little!” Billy shouted. “Nancy can handle this by herself.”

“Definitely.” Nancy grinned. She nodded toward my bat. “You were going to leave me anyway!”

“I do live, a little! That’s why I am just selling tickets!” I pointed him in his broad, bare chest. “Billy, your dates end up in a car or a bed or just where the hell ever, and usually with someone screaming. So, thanks but no thanks.”

“Oh, there will be a lot of screaming tonight.” Nancy chuckled.

“Nancy!” I yelled.

“Y/N, you are literally the biggest baby I know when it comes to this stuff.” She quickly shot back. “You’ll scream before anything even jumps out at you.”

“Well, then you definitely need me to go with you.” Billy laughed.

“Go on, Y/N. Have some fun for once.” Nancy took his ticket and tried to get me to walk into the trail.

“Nancy, you literally told my mom this was the last thing that would happen.” I didn’t budge.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen, princess?” Billy asked.

“Actually everything.” I huffed.

Nancy looked at me and rolled her eyes, then started pushing me into the woods. “Gotta keep the line going.”

“You are a traitor, Nancy Wheeler. A traitor!” I yelled. I tried to go back out, but Billy slinked an arm around my waist and walked into the trail.

“Is this trail even worth $50.00?” Billy asked as we finally started walking deeper into the forest.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t know.” I replied. “I have never been in here. Obviously.”

“Well, I paid $50.00 for this haunted house, so I better die.” Billy stated.

“If you died, it would definitely make it worth $50.00” I shrugged. “This is literal kidnapping and it’s just a trail, dumbass.”

“Ouch.” Billy gasped, putting is hand up to his chest. The first part was just a long tunnel made from cardboard boxes and with fake candles hanging from the top. We walked through it silently, but I couldn’t understand what I was doing.

“Billy, why am I in here?” I asked him.

“Because you can’t resist me.” He chuckled.

“But I said no.” I said. “I mean, why me and not Nicole? Actually, why me at all?”

“I think you’re cool and I have been trying to figure out how to get you to hang out with me for months.” He nervously rubbed his hands on his jeans.

“Who are you and what have to done to the Billy Hargrove I go to school what?” There was no way he had been trying to hang out with me. Absolutely no way.

“Very funny, princess.” Billy chuckled. He moved his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to where his lips were touching my ear. “And yes, I do.”

“I just can’t-AAAH!!” As we turned a corner, someone dressed up as a clown jumped down from the trees and yelled right in my face. I instantly swung the bat up, barely stopping myself from swinging.

Billy burst out in laughter. “Looks like Nancy was right.”

“Oh, shut up.” I growled.

Before I could answer him, something jumped out from behind us and I shrieked. I whipped around to another person dressed as a clown skipping back behind the wall and laughing manically. Then suddenly two arms were wrapped around me. I pulled away and, again, instinctively swung the bat above my head.

“Y/N! Holy hell!” Billy reached up and ripped the bat from my hands. “It was just me!”

“Fuck!” I stumbled back and put my hands over my mouth. Billy looked at how freaked out I was and let out a sigh. He grabbed the bat from me and took my hand with his free one.

“Is there a reason you get scared so easily?” He squeezed my hand reassuringly as I just shook my head.

“I’ve seen some shit, Billy.” I shuddered. “It would scare you too.”

“I can tell. From how jumpy you are, to how fast you react with this bat of yours.” He swung the bat down next to his leg. “But don't worry, princess. You have me now.”

“Well, that’s comforting.” If only he knew.

“So, what happened?” He asked. “What is there in Hawkins that could have you so freaked out all the time?”

“Okay. There are big, scary monsters, called Demogorgons coming into Hawkins from another dimension called The Upside Down. The Hawkins Lab is responsible for keeping the door open. Then your sister’s best friend has crazy powers that lets her control stuff with her mind. Oh, and there might be Russians somewhere too.” I explained as we walked through the third part of the trail.

“I know I’m an ass.” Billy growled. “But you don’t have to bullshit with me.”

“I’m not.” I shrugged. We turned a makeshift corner and I realized there was blood in pools on the ground. “Billy. Don’t move.”

“Why? Is some big, scary, whatever monster going to hurt me?” He grumbled and rolled him eyes.

“Billy. Shut up.”

“Come on, princess!” He sighed and pulled at my arm.

“Billy!” I grabbed his arm and pulled back as hard as I could. He stumbled back toward me and gave me a bewildered look. I slammed my hand over his mouth and ripped the bat out of his hand. “I said ‘Shut up.’”

He grumbled but nodded. “Now stay behind me and do exactly as I say.” He nodded again and turned back toward the blood on the ground. I slowly turned to look around the corner and felt my blood go cold. There was a Demogorgon dragging a deer through the trail. I grabbed my walkie from my backpack, ducking behind a tree and dragging Billy with me. He just stood there with a questioning look. Shit.

“Code Red. Repeat. I have a Code Red. Section 3. Code Red. This is a Code freaking Red.” I quickly said.

“Copy. On our way.” Nancy responded.

“Copy. We are in section 5. Give us two minutes.” Lucas also replied.

Billy sat there and tried to get me to walk back towards it. “It’s just part of the trail, princess. What kind of trick is this?”

“This isn’t a trick, Billy. Stay quiet.” I snapped.

“Stop messing with me, Y/N.” He growled.

“I’m not, Billy.”

“Then let’s go.” He pulled me and, in the process, stomped down on a tree branch and it snapped.

I froze. Billy pulled on my arm again. I ripped it out of his grip and whipped around. The Demogorgon had now turned around and was walking towards us.

“Seriously, Y/N? I’m not falling for this.” Billy yelled. The Demogorgon opened his face and screeched towards us. “What the- “

“Billy. Run.” I shoved Billy right as the Demogorgon started running towards us. We ran back towards where we had just come from, but we had to get off the trail. I couldn’t let this thing get to where everyone was. I pushed through a pumpkin set up and got away from the trail. I would NOT let this thing find anyone else. Billy stayed close beside me as we continued running through the forest. My first thought was to stay several feet outside the trail so the others could still find us...somehow. I just hope they could find us before we get killed. I tried to run towards the cabin, but I had lost track of where we were is the midst of my panicking.

“Umpf.” Billy tripped and smashed his face down onto a tree root. I dropped the bat and tried to pull him up, but the Demogorgon was already standing less than fifteen feet away from us.

“Y/N, What the hell is that?!” Billy screamed.

“A Demogorgon. I told you to shut up! Maybe if you had listened; he would be dead already!” I yelled back at him.

The Demogorgon opened his opened his face again and screeched at Billy. Billy scuffled back as far as he could, until his back was up against a tree, and I stood in front of him. “Y/N, what are you doing!”

“Shut up, Billy! Shut the HELL UP!” I tightened the grip I had on my bat and started swinging it down in front of my feet. For some reason, I wanted to keep this thing distracted. “Billy. Get out of here.”

“Y/N, there is no fucking way I am leaving you with this thing.” He sounded completely terrified and I couldn’t blame him. I was fucking terrified.

“Billy, please.” The Demogorgon let out a long growl and was slowly getting closer.

“Come on, big guy. You know you want this.” I tried to remain calm as I began to shake violently.

As I taunted him, he leaped forward and I swung the bat as hard as I could. It made a loud squelching noise as it connected with the side of the Demogorgons head. The monster jumped back and crouched down. He shook his head, flinging blood everywhere. He tried to attack again, getting hit with the bat a second time.

We went back and forth for several minutes. He would swing, I would dodge it, then connect the bat to some part of his body. I kept my distance and tried to make sure I stayed between him and Billy. After another hit, the Demogorgon made it to where I could hear Billy breathing right behind me. I turned and at look at him. His face was covered in blood. He stared at the monster without even blinking. He looked at me and I could see tears starting to collect in his eyes.

Suddenly, everything went white. I had let my guard down. I now I could feel a sharp, agonizing pain it my side. I screamed and felt the Demogorgon’s claws catch my body and I fell into the dirt.

I sat there and watch the Demogorgon stand up and get ready to attack again. I ducked my head and felt the bat get ripped from my hand. Billy swung it over his head and smash it down onto the Demogorgon’s head. The monster backed up and screeched in pain, but Billy didn’t stop. He yelled as he continued swinging without giving him anytime to swing at him.

“GO. TO. HELL!” Billy spun the bat in his hand, swung it up, and caught the Demogorgon on the side of the head.

“Billy!” I tried to stand up but fell back down quickly. Small, black spots began to fill my vision and I felt my body wobbling around. “Billy!”

Right as Billy swung the bat at monster again, I heard someone else screaming and the Demogorgon was lifted into the air. Eleven stepped out past the trees, her hands stretched out in front of her, and blood pouring out from her nose. The Demogorgon screeched as he was thrown through the trees and make of cracking sound as him body connected with a tree.

“Billy!” Max was right behind Eleven and I could faintly see a few more shadows walking towards us. I tried to say anything, but I felt my body give away and my eyes get heavy. The smell of blood filled my nose.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” I heard Nancy yelling and I felt my body being picked up.

Then everything went black.

A few moments later, I felt my head bobbing and my body moving slightly. There was a sharp pain in my side that was more intense than anything I have ever felt. I could hear distorted talking and slowly tried to open my yes.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Careful, princess.”

“Billy?” I blinked a few times and looked up to see Billy's face right above me. I turned my head and could see the trees flying past us as the car sped down the road.

“Billy. You seriously can never tell anyone what happened.” Nancy was rambling and freaking out.

“Nancy, seriously? I don't even want to try and figure out what the fuck happened back there.” Billy snapped at her. “Y/N is injured and all that matters to me is getting her to the damn hospital.”

“Why do you even care what happens to her, Hargrove?” Steve yelled at Billy.

“That’s none of your damn business, Harrington.” Billy snapped. As their voices continued to get louder, so did the pounding in my head. I groaned and tried to cover my ears. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Careful, Y/N. Careful. We’re almost there.”

“Beep. Beep. Beep.”

I woke up to a mild pain in my head and a numbing feeling in my torso. I felt extremely groggy. I groaned as I opened my eyes and a bright light flooded into my vision. “W-Where am I?”

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Be careful.” Someone said softly.

I tried to focus my eyes on who was talking, but everything was still too fuzzy. I brought my hand up to cover my eyes, hoping any part of my headache would go away. “What happened?”

“Honey, you got attacked by a bear.” Another voice said. “He messed you up pretty badly. Thankfully, your boyfriend here and your friends got you to us fast enough.”

“What?” My eyes focused and I looked at the nurse standing by my bed.

“Do you need anything, Hun?” She asked.

“J-Just water. Please.” Boyfriend? The nurse left and I turned to see who else was in the room.

“Hey there, princess.” His eyes were flooded with concern and he held my hand firmly. “How do you feel?”

“Hi, Billy.” I leaned my head into his hand that was holding my face. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes after what happened. I looked down and realized he had changed out of what he was wearing before. Instead he just had a light blue button up shirt on and had tucked in into a cleaner pair of jeans. “I just feel like I got run over by a truck.”

“Well,” he raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “considering what I saw, that doesn’t seem like it hurts too bad.”

“Here is your water, dear.” The nurse came back in and she had Billy help her sit me up more. I yelped out in pain when I tried to push up with my hands. “Careful, Hun. Here you go.”

“Thank you.” I said weakly. I took a few sips out of the straw and sighed. The cold water felt relieving going down my throat.

“Now that you are awake, my name is Anna. I will be the main nurse taking care of you while you are here.” She gave me a warm smile.

“Thank you, Anna.” I drank more water and Billy helped me hold the cup without spilling it. “Are my parents here?”

“Yes, dear. They were here as soon as they got called. Hopper had to have them go down to the station, but they should be back here very soon,” Anna explained. She asked if I needed anything else and I shook my head. She left the room and said she would let my parents know I woke up.

“I finally know where you get your little spark from.” Billy chuckled. “Your mom almost killed me when she saw all the blood all over me. Then yelled at me from almost twenty minutes about taking you into the woods.” “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.” I groaned.

“I don’t blame her. Her daughter leaves with her friends and then ends up in the hospital because Billy Hargrove took her into the woods.” He shrugged. The door to the room opened and I smiled as my parents came in.

“Y/N, oh honey, you’re okay.” My mom rushed over as soon as she saw me and hugged me. She pulled back, keeping her hands around my face, making my look at her. “Are you okay? Do you need anything? Have they been taking care of you?”

“Yes, Mom. I’ve only been awake for a few minutes. I’m fine.” She pulled her hands away, only to give my dad some room to hug me. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, kiddo. I’m glad you’re doing okay.” He said. He tried to sound firm, but I could hear him holding a choke back, trying to keep himself from crying.

“Me too.” I relaxed a little more. Having my parents here made me feel more comfortable.

“We came as soon as we got the call from Hopper.” My parents pulled up a chair and my mom started explaining what happened after they had gotten me to the hospital. “All of your friends were here, and Joyce and Hopper were here too. We all waited until after you went in to get your stitches done before going down to the station. The other kids tried to stay here, but their parents wanted them home where they knew where they were.”

“Billy here, he is the only one that hasn’t left yet.” My dad nodded toward Billy. He was nervously twirling his ring on his finger and I reached up to grab his hand. He took a deep breath and looked back up at us.

“But I do remember telling you not to go into the woods and especially not with any boys.” My mom scolded both of us. “You’re lucky he was there with you and was able to get you out of there.”

“I know, Mom.” I sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“We are just glad you are safe, kiddo.” My dad said.

“We will go get you some food and be right back, sweetheart.” My mom stood up and kissed my forehead.

“I love you too, mom.” They walked out and I turned back toward Billy. “You never left?”

He shook his head. “Hopper almost killed me because I made him bring the paperwork to file the report to me. I couldn’t leave your side, Y/N. You saved my life and I almost lost you.”

“Billy, you saved me too.” I reached up and wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek. I giggled lightly. “But for future reference, I told you a haunted trail was a horrible idea for a first date.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Billy stammered. “I should have... I should have listened to you. Plus, you went in there because of me. This is my fault.”

“Billy,” I said taking ahold of his hand. “there is no way you knew what was going to happen. You didn’t even know it was there. How could you?”

“I could have lost you.” This was a side of Billy Hargrove that I had never seen. He looked so vulnerable. Over me of all people.

“Trust me,” I laughed. “you can’t get rid of me that fast.”

“I hope not, princess.”

It was finally time to go home. It was a still early in the day, so only my parents were there with me. We had finally convinced Billy to go back to school after a couple days and we only agreed so he could get my schoolwork for me. It was weird without him here

“Well, Miss Y/N. It looks like the doctors are finally ready to let you go home.” My nurse happily stated. “As much as I enjoyed having you here and getting to take care of you, I am very glad to see you finally going home.”

“You have been the best nurse ever, Anna.” I gave her a quick hug and she handed me all my paperwork. “If I ever come back, I will definitely ask for you.”

“Y/N, if you end up back in the hospital,” my dad shook his head. “your mother will kill you.”

“Yes, she will.” My mother laughed and sighed.

I chuckled. After three and a half long weeks, the doctors we finally allowed to give me the ‘Okay.’ Mostly, because Dr. Owens heard about the attack, knew what it was, and they made me stay longer. Thankfully, there were no severe infections and the wounds healed up relatively quickly.

“A list of all the ointments and antibiotics you will need are in here. You will just need to take that paper to Kathy down the hall.”

“Thank you so much for taking care of her, Anna.” My mom had tears in her eyes as she thanked her.

“Just make sure she isn’t running into the woods with anymore boys.” Anna smirked. “She’s definitely not one to mess around with.”

They all laughed, and I headed to get my medicine. Once I got that, it was finally time to go home.

Five years later.

“Hey, princess.”

“Billy!” I laughed loudly as he picked me up and spun my around. I kissed he deeply. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and slowly put me back down on the ground. I pulled back and staring into his still, memorizing blue eyes. “I missed you.”

“I told you I would be back from California for Halloween. I can’t miss this one.” He kissed me again, then took my hand as we headed toward the ticket booth.

“You would never hear the end of it.” I grinned. We walked to the back of the line and waited to get our tickets. “I’m kinda nervous. I’m surprised they decided to do this again.”

“Well, there haven’t been anymore ‘bear attacks,’ so I guess the mayor decided it was worth a shot again.” Billy shrugged. “It’s been made a lot shorter and Hopper said the police are even working it this year. Like, fully overseeing the whole thing.”

“That’s good to know.” I crossed my arms and could still feel the deep scars running across my side. Five years. That’s how long it took them to do another haunted trail. That’s how long it took me to even want to go back into the woods. That’s how long Billy and I had been together now. Five years.

“You okay, princess?” Billy’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I realized he had gotten the tickets already. “Are you sure you’ll be ready?”

“Yes. I even made sure I brought this.” I laughed and shook my backpack. The handle of the nail covered bat stuck out the top. There was no way I wasn’t taking that thing with me.

“Of course, you did.” Billy slung his arm over my shoulders and kissed my head. “Let’s go, princess.”

We joined the line headed into the trail. There were two officers standing on both sides of the entrance, and then they had adults walking through with all the kids. The safety precautions were through the roof for this thing. I couldn’t blame them. We were lucky I was able to recover from the attack last time.

The officer took our tickets and we walked into the trail with a few other people that had been standing in front of us. Billy kept a tight grip on my hand, and I nodded whenever he looked at me with worry.

My skin crawled as we walked deeper into the trail. We were very lucky I was still alive. But there was something that nobody could have known.

We wouldn’t be so lucky this time.

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theswiftarmy · 4 years ago

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#30 - The 13th Song On The Playlist

William didn’t say a word, he just walked along with a small smile on his face. Billie shared a glance with William and then watched as William and Justin caught eyes. Billie found herself also smiling, unable to stop it. Then Justin smiled too, it spread contagiously. Everyone smirked and then stifled a laugh. They felt giddy out of the blue while they walked. The giddy feeling ran through them like a potent potion. The potion taking hold with each step they took down the street. While they walked Billie Eilish sang Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. This odd feeling overtook them. They all felt strangely fine. A little too fine.

“Billie. We need to go back for Billie!” Justin suddenly screamed out breaking the song.

“Justin, let her go. She’s been Swifted.” Billie said with a smile. It sounded like she was joking but, on second consideration, she seemed disassociated from her Billie serious self, like she was talking about herself as another person. Or as though thoughts were traveling through her brain from elsewhere. They all momentarily felt like conduits for thoughts that weren’t their own.

“No! I had to leave my cat on the roof of Big Machine, I’m not leaving Billie. If I hadn’t left my cat, Taylor never would have catnapped Sushi and we’d still have Taylor’s master recordings, and none of this would have happened. We wouldn’t be in this situation. Billie wouldn’t be—”

“I’m right here. Justin, I’m right here.”

“Oh. That was weird. I really thought you were still in there. In that place, with the sound walls.”

“Nah. I’m right here.” She said with a small smile.

“Yeah, we’re out of the ‘Tunnel of Lover’ and we’ve entered some sort of new land of folklore.” Kymmie joked with a laugh. “And what comes next is anyone’s guess… Right dad?”

Carl Lyle Lawyer looked down at her. “I wouldn’t be surprised if leprechauns come out of some giant shamrock holding us hostage.”

‘Watch out for Shamrock Holdings.’ Kymmie Lawyer jotted down in her journal as a note.

They began walking towards the helicopter. Right now there was no real plan, just get back to the helicopter, return back to Oak Felder’s studio, The Spaceship, figure out what to do next. Get some sleep. With no other means of transportation, no taxi, no Uber, not a single other soul in sight, they set on foot back to the downtown LA bank where the helicopter hopefully sat parked waiting on its helipad on the rooftop of the building.

“Hey dad.” Kymmie asked after a minute of walking in silence.

“Yeah?”

“What’s the song that mom likes, the one about having a fast car.” “You mean Fast Car?”

“Yeah! Fast Car… you got a fast car…” “Yeah that’s her favorite song.”

“Who sings it?”

“Why?” He questioned.

“Because I’m going to put it on my playlist.”

“Tracey Chapman. One of the greatest songwriters of all time.” Carl reminisced. “You know I met her once.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Before you were born.”

“Oh, so in the olden days.”

Carl laughed and shook his head. “Yes, the olden days.”

Billie Eilish and Justin Bieber laughed, but then stopped when Carl turned a lawyerly stare in their direction.

“You know, you laugh, but it’s only a matter of time my friend, you too will get old.” He said.

“We’re not gonna get old.” They said back, “We’re too cool to get old.”

“Uh, it doesn’t work like that.” Scott retorted back to them. “Unless you’ve got some magic trick the rest of us don’t know about.”

“Maybe that is what is going on, maybe Taylor figured out a way to change time so she wouldn’t age! Like, change the tempo of the world to slow down time.” Billie thought out loud. “Or MAYBE she just wants more time for a specific reason?” Billie replied to her own question.

“We all want more time.” Justin replied.

“Yeah. I guess. Or to go back in time.” Billie said back.

“Why would YOU want to go back in time? You’re on top of the world right now!” Justin asked Billie.

She shrugged. “I have my reasons.”

Kymmie wrote ‘Fast Car’ by Tracey Chapman in her playlist as she listened to Justin and Billie’s conversation while the group walked towards the helipad where the helicopter was hopefully still waiting. She wrote down her entry in the number one spot on the playlist. Although, she was pretty sure she had already filled the number one spot, but now she wasn’t so positive, “Why is the first spot blank?” she thought “Was the first spot blank?”, maybe she started on number two and not number one. She wasn’t sure of anything at the moment. It was a bit like that scene in the movie Labyrinth, the one with the two doors, someone keeps changing the arrows around, but for Kymmie, someone changed the songs around, she was sure of it. But, pen and paper doesn’t move, it’s not like a computer screen, it’s not like a phone, or a tablet. PEN WRITTEN ON PAPER CAN’T JUST CHANGE ALL ON ITS OWN! That’s just not possible, she told herself. It’s not possible, right? Then she thought for a moment and forgetting she was walking down the street with a group, said to herself out loud. “Oohhh, I’m going to put a Post Malone song after that song.”

“What?! You can’t put a Post Malone song after a Tracey Chapman song.” Carl shook his head.

“It’s my playlist, I can do whatever I want!” Kymmie beamed back.

“Well, alright.” Her dad let her have the win. He wasn’t about to argue her on her own playlist. If it were his playlist, he’d have it differently. Start it off with a little bit of Stevie Wonder, nothing like singing along to Superstition. That song never gets old!

Who was going to question Kymmie’s playlist, it’s her playlist now, she found the notebook, finder’s keepers. She smiled at the journal in her hands, she inspected the front cover, worn brown leather, zodiac symbols in a circle around a young woman, long flowing hair, as though the young woman’s hair were being blown by a gust with the wind. As she shifted the journal in the light, it looked as though it moved, the leaf shapes around the woman seemed to move past her. She flipped it over to inspect the back of it. Then she inspected the inside front and back cover. She noticed at the very bottom of the last page “ME”. ME? Why is the E backwards? Kymmie thought. Then she flipped it upside down. EW? Hmmm… Weird. Maybe they’re someone’s initials… EW. Hmmm… EW…. Well, ME with a backwards E or, she flipped the diary around again, EW, or ME-EW, whoever you are, this journal is mine now. If you come looking for it, you can have it back, but for now, it’s mine. She pulled out her pen holding it just above the paper.

1) Fast Car

2) Wow.

“I would probably say wow to having a fast car, if I had a fast car.” She said aloud as she wrote on her playlist, she continued talking, “And then Billie and Justin go after that, so let’s see Billie and Justin and everyone else are driving in the fast car saying wow.”

Will B walked beside Kymmie as she wrote in the journal and talked. No words, just a grin. He took one big giant step for every two of her tiny steps. His legs shooting out far in front of him. His tall lanky body nearly twice the height of Kymmie.

“Hmmm and then I’ll put a Pedro The Lion song after that. What do you think Will?”

Will smiled as she showed him the book.

1) Fast Car

2) Wow.

3) Billie + Justin + Everyone else

4) Pedro the Lion

“Wait, timeout, you know who Pedro The Lion is, but you didn’t know who The Beatles are?” Billie asked.

“Well, there’s this boy I like in one of my classes, and he really likes Pedro The Lion, and I really like the boy, so I like his music.”

“You shouldn’t like music that people like just because you like them.” Someone said, but Kymmie wasn’t sure who said it. Maybe she said it to herself. Or maybe it was Billie. It was like hearing your own voice in a recording.

“I don’t know, I mean, it’s a good way to get introduced to new music. Plus, you always have the music. You may not always have that person. But you’ll always have the music.” Justin said to Kymmie, like he was replying to her. Maybe she did say that. Maybe she was trying to convince herself not to like the boy in her class. Or maybe it was the music she liked, and not the boy. How do you know you really like someone or something… or is it that you just like something about that someone or that you like something about SOME thing? Did you fall in love with the person in the moment, or did you just fall in love with that moment you spent with that person? What’s the phrase my ex once said to me, ‘You were just in love with being in love.’ Perhaps. I had no witty response to her, what else could I say, she started the phone call with ‘I’m hanging up if the next words out of your mouth are anything but goodbye.’ All I could do was listen to what she had to say or say goodbye, so I listened.

“Let’s see, so then after Fast Car, then Wow. with Post Malone, then there’s a lion! Maybe his name is Pedro. I don’t know.”

“Are you making a story out of your playlist?” Billie asked Kymmie.

“Maybe. That’s just how I make my playlists, I connect the songs together from one to the next by thinking out loud. Oooo, I like that song too, I’ll put Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran on my playlist. So, let’s see, there’s a lion, then I have to think out loud about the lion. And someone yells ‘There’s a lion!’ Why is there a lion? And everyone is like, WHY IS THERE A LION? And it’s just like, I don’t know, there just is. Because that’s what song is currently on. Just shut up and dance with me. Ooooo, I like that song too, but I don’t know if I want it on this playlist.”

“You’re so weird.” Billie said to Kymmie.

“I mean, we’re all a little weird.” She replied.

Billie smiled, “Okay let me see your playlist so far.”

She held up the notebook. “How come we can’t each get our own line? If this were an actual playlist on a streaming device we wouldn’t all just be one song.”

“What’s wrong with a song with a whole bunch of people in it?” Carl asked. . “One of the best songs of all time had LOTS of people in it!” He reminisced to the day that song was released. “We are the world…. We are the children…” He began to sing. “We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving.”

“Father, are you singing another song from the olden days?”

“Yes, daughter. And it’s a good song too!”

She rolled her eyes, “Fine, I’ll put everyone on their own line.” She added everyone to their own line on the playlist.

Billie thought of something as she looked at the list. “Kymmie, can you add Finneas beside my name? I just, don’t know where he is, and… It would just feel better if you could add him.”

Sure, Kymmie shrugged. “I don’t see why not!”

1) Tracey Chapman - Fast Car

2) Post Malone - Wow.

5) Justin Bieber +friends (“+friends” is crossed out so it’s just Justin Bieber)

6) Billie Eilish

7) Oak Felder

8) Scott Borchetta

9) Kanye West

10) Lizzo

11) Will Way

3) Pedro the Lion – Yellow Bike

4) Ed Sheeran - Thinking Outloud

12) Lady Gaga - Paparazzi

6B) Finneas

“So, there’s a fast car, then everyone is like WOW! Then we’re all in the fast car and then there’s a lion on a yellow bike and we’re all like, let’s think about this, and we think outloud and then, the paparazzi show up.”

Billie and Justin laughed. William Way’s grin grew larger and he let out a good sized chuckle. A full belly laugh. His tall and lanky frame shaking from the belly outward.

“Sounds like a good story.” Carl said to his daughter.

“They’re kind of out of order, but I’ll just make a new list later on a fresh page once I get the playlist right. Paper is so weird. You know, like I have to make a WHOLE NEW LIST on ANOTHER PAGE, I can’t just drag and drop and reorder.” Her dad laughed.

“It’s a tough life you have to live.” Carl smiled. “You should try being a lawyer.”

“What? Why? Isn’t everything like, online, or whatever?” She replied to her dad.

“How many times have you been in my office and seen stacks of paper?” Carl quizzed her.

“Ummmm… I don’t know, I always thought you just did that to impress mom.”

“Yes, that was the key to your mother’s heart. All my boxes of legal paperwork. She married me because she’s attracted to guys who file lots of paperwork.”

Kymmie rolled her eyes again then thumbed through the pages some more and found a doodle of a cardigan. “That’s weird.”

“Well, like you said… We’re all a little weird.”

“No, dad, not what you’re talking about. This.”

“What?” Billie asked.

“That’s the same…” She started to tell Billie about the cardigan wearing cat in the smoke shape tree from the Regina Spektor echo chamber. “Nevermind.” No one else had seen it. She was sure she was the only one who had seen the cat in the tree wearing a cardigan, then she noticed the peacock. The same one from the echo rooms.

“You okay?” Billie looked at her with a concerned look.

“Yeah, just, this… book… or journal, or whatever, is weird. I wonder who it belonged to?” She turned the page and two cardigans were drawn in the margin, no, make that three, or four? She turned the page again; the whole page was full of them. She held the book up to the light again, lots of cardigans showed, faded, but they were there. If you look at it from an arm’s length you can only see just one, but as you look closer, there’s more, then a whole bunch of them… It’s like they were multiplying, out of nowhere, more and more cardigans… cardigans taking over everything!

She looked back at her playlist. A thirteenth song had appeared.

13) Jack Leopards & The Dolphin Club – Look What You Made Me Do

“What? I didn’t add that.” Kymmie whispered to herself. “This playlist is adding songs on its own, that’s not fair, this is supposed to be my playlist.” She tried to scratch out song number 13 on her playlist with her pen but the markings quickly faded away. “WHAT! This isn’t fair!!! This playlist is changing on its own—”

“Ummm… guys there are some people following us.” Lizzo announced to the group. Kymmie looked up from her journal. Everyone looked back.

Instinctively the women pulled out their car keys and held them between their fingers. Kymmie held her dad’s pen, ready to poke an eyeball out. The guys did nothing different.

They turned around to see a small group had appeared in the distance on the same street behind them. The group had one oddly specific commonality: They were all wearing cardigans. The women lowered their makeshift weapons, feeling that their lives were not in immediate danger.

“Who ARE they?” Kymmie held up her journal book and spoke to it as she matched up the cardigans on the pages with the cardigans in the street, “Who ARE you?” She asked the book… a small heart appeared on the page—a tiny hand drawn outline of a heart appeared in the middle of the page surrounded by hand drawn cardigans.

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bald-tales · 5 years ago

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Billys Turn - by Titan

This Is the sequel to No going Back.

Now that the kid was completely under hypnosis, Jake wondered what he should do to this nosy kid. Billy was certainly a handsome boy, however, Jake was happy enough with Boon as his personal slave; he didn't have room for two slaves. "Hmmm. What was that he called me before?" Jake said to himself, "Fat pervert I think it was." A smile now creased Jakes face. He went to a drawer in his counter and returned with a cassette tape; he inserted it into a small tape deck built into his Hypno -Light. Turning it on the subliminal message contained on this tape, would be imprinted in Billy's memory. Now it was time to finish up Boon. By dawn, Boons' hair was a thing of the past. His skin colour on his body now matched his head. Hugh, gold, rings went through his nipples, he now wore a PA through his cock. Jake was now finished. It had certainly been a long night, and without sleep, however, Tuesdays he was closed anyway, so now he would catch up on some sleep. Jake asked Boon to go upstairs and lie down for a while. Boon dutifully obeyed. Jake turned his attention, back to Billy. Switching off the tape he'd been playing, Jake leant in nice and close. The melodic music could still be heard, emitting from the Lamp. Jake began to speak softly,"Billy, can you hear me?" "Yes", replied Billy vacantly. "Billy, you will want to come to my shop, every Monday evening, without fail. You can't stand being this real man, stuck in a boy's body, can you?" "No sir", replied Billy. "I can help you become that real man...... but tell no one, it will be our little secret." "Yes sir" Jake began to remove all Billys restraints, then raised the Hypno - Light above Billys head, "Now Billy, when I count to three, you will be fully awake, and you will not remember what went on here tonight, except, that you were here for your weekly haircut. One....Two...........Three......Now your fully awake." Billy opened his eyes, and blinking for a moment, looked straight up at Jake. "Now Billy, that should do you for today, I'll see you next week," said Jake with a barbers cape in hand, pretending he'd just removed it from around Billy. Billy just smiled, "thanks alot; man I feel alot better after sitting in that chair." "Your very welcome." Said Jake as he showed Billy to the door. He was looking forward to seeing how quickly, Billys new programming, worked. Over the next few days, Billy, found himself continually at odds with himself and his surroundings. For one thing, he didn't like the way his apartment was furnished. It was far too prissy, and his wardrobe; everything in there was really for teenager. The biggest thing that Billy notice, was how odd he looked in the mirror. He thought he looked anorexic, and way too smooth......what had happened to him? He consoled himself by raiding the fridge. He still had left-over pizza and plenty of beer. What Billy didn't know, was that this was the beginning of his ascent towards his new life, courtesy of Jakes Barbershop. The re-programming he had been subjected to, was working. At Jakes Barbershop, Boon had become a bit of a tourist attraction. He was quite the Mongol cock-slave, as he would service Jakes customers while they were seated in the chair. Nobody could possibly guess what this boy had looked like before. Jake had even added some tattoos; tribal patterns down Boon's left shoulder and arm, and his right thigh and down to this foot. Boon's duties besides sucking cock was making drinks for the clients, taking appointments and cleaning up around the shop and storeroom. Not forgetting looking after his masters' needs. "Right on cue," said Jake to Boon as he heard the front door buzzer sound. It was Monday, 6pm, and that had to be Billy from across the road, here for his weekly appointment. As Jake opened the front door, he was very surprised in the changes already evident in Billy after just one week. He looked a few years older than his eighteen years, as his beard stubble was a few days old. His hair, which had been carefully styled previously, was now, heavily gelled and brushed back over the top of his head. He wore faded baggy denims, with a check oversized, flannel shirt; he looked more like a young truck driver. "Come in Billy, your right on time," said Jake, leading Billy through to the shop. "Now, sit yourself down, make yourself comfortable, and we will get started." "Ah, thanks," replied Billy as he sat in the chrome barbers chair. Since Billy left Jakes' last Tuesday morning, his whole mindset had changed, just as Jake had planned. Firstly, his appetite was hugh. He was eating, high fat, high calorie meals, all day long. Already he'd had to buy some new clothes, as he felt a strain trying on the old ones. Not that it mattered; he didn't like his clothes hanging in the wardrobe very much. Another change in Billy, was his recent visit to a leather bar. He'd never been to one before, but he now found himself attracted to older men, especially the leather bears. He thought they looked great with all that bodyhair, their huge, bushy beards and pot bellies. He couldn't work out why he was so attracted, in fact, he believed he always had been attracted. He knew he wanted to be more like them. "Now, What's it going to be, today?" asked Jake, as he started to raise the chair. "Well", stammered Billy, "I've sort of been wanting a more manly haircut..... my hair is way too long, it makes me look like a skinny kid". Jake smiled, realising the kid was responding better than he thought to the brainwashing. "Leave everything to me, I know just the style". "Ah Boon, there you are. Just in time to help me with Billys haircut". Boon came over to the chair. Billy had an odd feeling he'd met this dark guy before. Well he supposed it must have been the last time he was here. Boon got down between Billys legs and started to undo the buttons. Billy was stunned but didn't resist. It was feeling kind of natural to have this hairless asian, suck on his cock. "All part of the service," smiled Jake as he grabbed a pair of his Wahl clippers, and selecting a number two guard, fired them up, and proceeded to run the vibrating teeth, up the back of Billys head, exposing pale skin in their wake. Billy found the combination of the clippers chewing away his hair and the cock sucking to be the most erotic thing he'd ever seen or felt. He did'nt want it to end, and so he was more than pleased when he felt the clippers on top of his head. Jake continued running the clippers all over Billys head, further and further until Billys hairline was history. Billy was disappointed when he heard the clippers switch off, but realised it was only temporary, as Jake told him he was going for a number one setting. Now, as the number one blade reduced the hair length to just stubble, Billy couldn't contain himself any more. He shot a huge load down Boons throat. "You seemed to enjoy that Billy", Jake said as he finished using the clippers over the top of Billys scalp. "Yeh, sure did. I must admit I like this haircut a whole lot better than the one I came in with." Billy replied, running his hand over the buzzed scalp. "I think we can do more with the hair," said Jake. "Something to make you look alot more of a man, what do you say?" "Your the boss", returned Billy,as he settled back in the chair. "Why don't you relax?" Jake said as he started to ready the Hypno-Light. "Ah, whats with the big lamp," asked Billy as he noticed it coming down towards him with lamps blazing. "Oh, it's just something to make you feel good about yourself", answered Jake. Before he could ask any more questions, he heard ambient music. The soft music made him relax,and soon the lamp was covering his eyes: Just as he was starting to wonder what that strange smell was, everything went black. When Jake had thought the Hypno-Light had been on long enough, he raised it off Billys head. "Now Boon, take this lotion and rub it all over his body," Jake said as he handed his 'hair growth accelerator' to Boon. "We are going to make our Billy into the exact opposite of the kind of guy his normally interested in, and his going to want it," Jake continued as he injected a combination of steriods into Billys arm. Boon seemed happy to help, he had no recollection of his past life, he just knew he should always try to please his Master Barber. Jake continued to work on Billys hair. He took a tub of the permanent hair removal cream, and started to smear it all over the remaining stubble on the top of Billys head, blending it carefully at the sides to create a perfect male pattern baldness, look. He dipped it low in the back, then turned his attention to Billys face. He applied the 'hair growth accellerator' to Billys face, laying it on very thick. Next he applied it to the eyebrows. Happy with his work so far, Jake decided to pierce Billys earlobes, with large silver rings, one dangling from each lobe. He certainly was going to end up looking alot freakier when Jake was finished with him. Jake would make sure he'd soon have a pierced septum, and of course his nipples and a PA for his lengthened cock. Billys new body hair was starting to really show. Wherever Boon had applied the special lotion, dark hairs were starting to penetrate through the skin. His face was already starting to show the signs of a decent beard growth. The kid would never had been able to grow a beard at this length before and certainly not the length and thickness it would be in another half hour. When Jake was sure the cream on Billys head was completely dry, he took a wet cloth and began to wipe the cream away, removing all the stubble from the top of Billys head. Billy looked twenty years older already. Jake proceeded to use a small electrolysis needle to remove the individual hairs to soften the line between the bald area and the fringe. No one would be able to tell that Billys MPB was man made. Billys beard was thick and bushy now. It really contrasted with his denuded head. Thick dark hair was growing on Billys arms over his shoulders, continuing all over his chest and down to his pubes. His legs were completely covered in thick dark hair, and so was his back. His eyebrows were thicker and almost joined in the middle. Taking a small set of clippers he began to fashion the beard into a more conservative style, giving the full beard a sharp, defined edge, paying particular attention to the moustache area. "Boon, I think it's time to wake our patient", said Jake as he gulped down a beer he had Boon bring earlier. Lowering the Light again, he started up the music, and this time a stimulant was being released within the dome that surrounded Billys face. "Wh... wh....where.... am .....I.....?", Billy began to mutter as he came to. "In Jakes Barbershop, you wanted us to make you over into a real man, and I think you'll like what we've done!" said Jake as he took another gulp on his beer. Billy realised he was looking at himself in the mirror, "What the hell?" But then he noticed his arms and legs, the bushy beard. He felt this was more how he wanted to look, a real bear! "How did you do this is so short time?" asked Billy as he ran a hand through his beard and up over his scalp. "Jakes a magician!" replied Jake. Billy was very happy; he even paid Jake a hefty tip. Over the coming months, Billy became the bear he wanted to be. With continued injections of steriods, combined with Billys hugh appetite, he bulked up and weighed in at 300 lbs. His cock had been lengthened and sported a huge PA and four barbells down it's length. His nipples had been pierced, and he was now wearing a large ring through his septum. He now sported a goatee that had been dyed black, with the mustache left thicker. Jake had also removed the remaining fringe hair on Billy, making him permanently bald just like Jake. Even his speech and manner took on that of a working class guy, in fact, a fellow bear he had started seeing regular basis, had got him a job at his factory. Billy was now Bill, and still obeying his programming; going to Jakes for his Monday Appointments. But Jake still had plans for Billy. He still hadn't forgotten being called a 'fat pervert'. But there was plenty of time. Part 4 Billy was only 18 years old when he first started to visit Jake's Barbershop. Well, he had actually been programmed to go to the shop every Monday, through mind control and hypnosis. Now, after only 12 months, Billy looked more like a 50 year old Bear. Jake had continued his weekly steriod shots to bulk the kid up, and with a combination of appetite stimulators and body gain shakes, Billy had certainly piled on the pounds; 450 pounds to be precise. Billys own mother would never recognise him now, his belly protruding so far out in front, he couldn't see his feet. His beard was salt and pepper coloured, growing thick and luxuriant, trimmed just to the bottom of his earlobes. His scalp was completely denuded of all hair, just like Jakes. The constant steriod intake had thickened his neck, and produced massive shoulders. His body hair was dark and grew thickly, even down his back. Basically, Jake had turned, Billy into the exact opposite of the type of guy, Billy would be attracted to. It was Monday evening, and here was 'Bill' for his weekly appointment. Jake decided that this was the day for retribution - for Bill to remember his life as Billy. Lowering the Hypno-Light, he turned it on as he lowered it well over Bills eyes. Soon ambient music could be heard, and Jake knew that a new tape he had inserted earlier would now be playing. "Let's see if we can turn Bill back into Billy, eh Boon?" said Jake with a grin to his Mongol slave. Boon was still with Jake and still loyal, with no recollections of his previous life. Boons body had become even more impressive. A combination of drugs along with a strict training program, had turned Boon into a very vascular body builder, with barely any body fat anywhere on his hairless body. After another hour, Jake raised the Hypno-Light and turned the tape off. Now, Jake bent down and began to speak in an even tone to the still unconscious Bill, "you can hear my voice, can't you Bill? You know who I am and you can remember everything from your past. You are only 19 years old, you remember this, but you know you can't return to your life as a teenager, you don't want to. You enjoy looking like a leather bear; It makes you real horny, seeing all that hair growing on your face, and you can hardly stop yourself from shooting your load when you touch your smooth head. You love rubbing your huge belly, you accept that this look is your life from now on, as punishment from your Barber, Jake. You know you must do what ever Jake says". Jake continued to enforce the hypnotic suggestions, and along with the tape that he had played earlier, he knew that Bill would remember being Billy again. The only difference would be he would accept his new look, even get off on it. "When I count to three, you'll awake feeling refreshed and at ease. One.....Two.......Three." "Hey Billy, you must have drifted off for a moment, now what was it we were going to do for you today?" "My names, Bill; you know I prefer to call myself that now," stated Bill in an almost matter of fact way. Looks like the tape worked, said Jake to himself as he watched Bill carefully studying himself in the mirror.Bill felt really strange; he knew he liked what he saw in the mirror, but he couldn't help thinking he missed looking like his real age. But at the same time he knew this was the look that Jake had mapped out for him, and it was a real turn on seeing himself as this real big man with all this body-hair. Bill started to run his hand over his head and then down through his beard. Jake had already guessed the torment probably going on in Bills head, "how about making you a little younger looking, then you can attract some of those Daddies you've been trying to hook up with." "Sure, sounds good to me," said Bill, realising the older bear types he was attracted to, were usually looking for younger guys, well certainly younger than he looked. Jake got Boon to start mixing up some permanent hair colour. Then Jake got busy taking a small edger and removing most of the heavy beard growth from Bills cheeks, fashioning it into a longer goatee. Taking his straight razor, he carefully removed the lather that Boon had applied to Bills face, taking the remaining stubble with it. He created a neat, sharp edge, beginning well under the back of his chin. He thinned the beard right down, creating a thin fu style moustache that was seperated from joining the rest of his beard. This beard was going to need regular trims, and already, Bills cock was at full mast. Boon got down between Bills legs and took the throbbing dick in his mouth and treated Bill to the best blow - job he'd ever had. Jake now coloured the finished goatee, painting the colour all through the still quite thick whiskers. Next he trimmed Bills eyebrows, which were nearly joined together after all the steriods, creating two very well styled brows. He applied the same colour to the brow hair now. After another hour, Jake was finished. Bill looked years younger. His carefully shaved goatee was platinum blond, and so were the eyebrows. This really contrasted with Bills dark tan he had on his bald head. Bill left Jakes puffing on a huge cigar. He was happy with his new look; and now to find a new Daddy!

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jordanlahey · 5 years ago

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“Wake Up.” (5)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington (Platonic!The Party x Reader)

Summary: Y/n woke up in the middle of the road, having no idea where she is. Once she finds out where or more importantly when she is she just wants to go home or at least she did.

Warnings: language, implied smut?

Word Count: 1277

A/N: I know nothing about time travel so everything said I just made up okay.

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You sat in Billy’s car as he pulled in a layby on the road, his hand firmly planted on your thigh as he killed the engine. He turned to look at you, his free hand cupped your jaw pulling your face closer to yours. Your lips inches apart you could feel his breath of your face before pulling your face closer, your lips crashed together in a heated kiss both of you fighting for dominance but you end up giving in Billy smirked against your lips and pulling you over the console and straddling his lap, your hands found their way into his hair earning a growl from Billy. You both broke away from the kiss and his lips attack your neck leaving bruises-

Your eyes shot open and you sat up, you were practically swearing. You ran to the bathroom and checked the mirror for the marks Billy had left on you.

‘It was a dream? Thank god!’ You sighed in relief but you were also embarrassed. Yesterday that was exactly what billy had been thinking about, you heard it with your own ears and saw it in your own head. How can you look at him today? You’ll just have to avoid him today because if you look at him you’re going to most likely remember that ‘dream’. A knock at the door took you away from your thoughts.

“Hey Y/n, I brought down some clothes for you. I was thinking after school maybe take you to the mall and you can get clothes for yourself?” Nancy suggested. “And we can kinda get to know each other since Steve and Billy keep stealing you away.” You both chuckle at that.

“I’m all yours after school Nance, shopping sounds cool.” You sigh calmly,it would be nice to have some girl time with Nancy plus its an excuse to avoid Billy outside school.

You showered and got dressed then met Nancy up stairs, she told you that Johnathan was driving us and you didn’t mind that in fact you didn’t mind Johnathan he was pretty quiet as far as you know.

On the way to school you and Nancy talked and occasionally Johnathan would join the conversation, Johnathan parked his car and the three of you exited the car, you were quickly joined by Steve. Steve wasn’t on your list of people to avoid so far Freckles, Red well they have to stay clear of you, and Billy cause of your ‘dream.’ You were caught yourself thinking about that ‘dream’ how real it felt it almost felt nice- ‘wait no stop that’s just weird stop Y/n’

“Earth to Y/n?” you snapped out of your thoughts as a hand waved in front of your face.

“Hmmm?” You swallowed involuntary.

“Your face is red, are you okay?” Steve asked, looking slightly concerned you opened your mouth to speak but you were cut off by an arm being slung over your shoulder and it completely threw you off. Your face went a deeper shade of red by now, you weren’t listening to what Billy was saying to the group but you gently grabbed his arm hat was slung over your shoulders and spun yourself out of his grip and you walked away heading to your first class. Nancy noticed and quickly followed after you.

“What was that all about? Your face got more red as Billy arrived.” Nancy linked your arms together.

“It’s weird and just very weird.” you sighed, you both turned the corner to your class.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked as you both took your seats.

“Its gross really but if I do promise it stays between us?” she nodded and you told her about Billy’s thoughts yesterday night but the pg version and then about the dream again briefly covering the details. To say the least the whole time you spoke her jaw hit the floor. You felt utterly embarrassed and pervy but you couldn’t control that at all.

“I know I sound like such a perv and nothing like that has ever happened before like I hear people but not their thoughts then dream about them”

“Not at all, I won’t tell a soul but don’t you think it could have also been the fact you like him?” she wiggled her eyebrows and you pushed her jokingly.

“I don’t like him like that Nance.”

“Sure you do and Steve too.” You looked at her with wide eyes. “I notice, they don’t again I won’t say a thing also just because I’ve dated Steve doesn’t mean I’ll tell you not to date him, he is a nice guy just it didn’t work for us.”

“As much as I love it here already I can’t date anyone because Dustin is finding a way for me to get back to my own time. It’s kind of worrying that I’m relying on a child to help me.” You laughed at the last bit. Nancy rubbed your shoulder sympathetically.

“I understand.”

Avoiding Billy was getting difficult by lunch time he was constantly following you around demanding your attention along the way you got death glares from girls who tried to get his attention but it wasn’t working. You stopped by your locker and he was nowhere to be seen, you sighed in relief.

“Wanna tell me why you are avoiding me, Princess.” The sudden voice that came from nowhere startled you causing you to jump and let out a small squeal.

“I’m not avoiding you.” You lied, he wasn’t buying it.

“Now don’t lie to me, tell me did I say something wrong last night?” he looked upset.

“No you didn’t do anything...directly, anyway it’s just uhh.” Fuck you didn’t know what to say, you knew that avoidig him wasn’t going to help but after the dream you couldn’t look at him in the eyes.

“You’re not looking me in the eyes Y/N, please tell me.” he was pleading this time.

“You thought something last night, I heard it then out of nowhere I saw it. God I sound pervy.” Billy looked at you confusingly and he tried to make sense of what you meant then it hit him and all he could do was smirk and you groaned internally.

“So you saw that.” he said in a cocky tone and you just replied with a ‘uh huh’ “how was it?” God you were wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

“Didn’t get that far.” You purse your lips into a tight line #.

“Yet.” he winked at you and you hit his chest playfully.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Billy.” You said as you caught sight of Nancy, you walked away and made your way after Nancy.

MEANWHILE

“Mr.Clarke we need your help.” Mike asked after their class finished. “If time travel was possible and someone accidentally traveled back in time but without a time machine how would you send the person back to their timeline?”

“Interesting question, You could possibly make a time machine that can send them forward their time only or take them back to the place they appeared and see what made them travel back in the first place. However, there is a possibility that a person could be from a different earth that is only a few years in the future but only one of those are possible. Why are you asking?” The science teacher asked the boys plus El and Max, the kids all exchanged looks.

“Uhh a book a friend of ours is writing! ” Dustin exclaimed then ran out the door with the party following behind him. “Thank you!” They all shouted

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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so, amnesia trope....which charmed one would you do it with & how would you do it (if you want, i just like this trope)

hmmm that’s a really good question idk why but my gut really says to go with phoebe. she was first to the craft and the one that really pushed prue & piper to move forward in their destiny, so to have that all be wiped would be interesting to say the least. furthermore, with her psychic powers, i feel like that leaves a lot of room for “echos” like feelings of deja vu or the sense that you should be remembering something but you can’t remember what you’re remembering.

i feel like i would put this line after season 4 / beginning of season 5 in an au where cole doesn’t come back but phoebe is still haunted by his memory. i think her emotional stress and ptsd from that relationship would then cause a block in her powers bc as well all know your powers are tied to your emotions so phoebe might start looking into a way to fix that. personally, i feel like it’s never a good move to have the character move forward with these actions to the extent that they end up damaging themselves bc while i think it is a complex journey it very often comes across as unrelatable and leads to people holding grudges against said character bc it looks like they placed their own well being over the well being of their family and those they swore to protect. so what i would do is have phoebe go through multiple processes trying to cure herself: crystals, meditation, essential oils, talk therapy, etc. but she still has this block. shit really becomes an issue when a power of three spell almost doesn’t work. piper, phoebe, paige, & leo all have to sit down and discuss what’s happening bc phoebe’s troubles seem to only be getting worse and it’s now directly impacting the power of three. they need to find something fast bc it’s getting dangerous and phoebe starts crying bc she’s doing everything she can and she doesn’t know how to move forward so everyones looking at leo like okay whitelighter this has to have happened to some witch before phoebe what do we do and leo’s like well idk there’s one thing we could do but it’s incredibly dangerous and we should really only use it as a last resort and piper’s like well i think we’ve hit that last resort stage and leo’s like it’s a spirit journey and again it’s really dangerous and i’m not sure this rewards outweigh the risk and phoebe’s like leo my problems are more than just my problems now they’re stopping us from saving innocents whatever it is i’ll do it i have to do it. so leo’s like okay alright i guess were doing this

so they hole up phoebe in her room and phoebe calls elise saying she's going on a vacation for her mental health (which elise fully supports) bc they asked leo how much time this’ll take and leo has genuinely no idea bc it’s not a common practice and it really depends on phoebe so piper whips up the potion and paige lines phoebe’s room with protection spells and they offer all their love & support and phoebe goes under

the next couple episodes are split between piper & paige fighting their real world battles and phoebe’s adventures through the spirit world. piper & paige get more and more anxious bc phoebe’s been under for like three weeks and piper & paige are talking to leo like is it supposed to take this long can we pull her out what if she never wakes up and leos like i wish i had the answer to these questions but i deadass do not i don’t know what’s going on in there i don’t know how she’s doing meanwhile i feel like phoebe’s walking through memories changing her actions go through ripple effects walking through alternate universe maybe in an alternate universe she never met cole and prue’s still alive in an alternate universe she had telekinesis in an alternate universe she stay evil and killed her sisters and she keeps living out different scenarios and seeing different sides of herself and she’s exhausted and scared and

she wakes up in the middle of the night bolts upright in her bed lightly coated in sweat. she trods outside her her room and is just like confused so she goes down the hallway and knocks on the door and paige opens it like you’re awake!!! and pulls her into a big hug and phoebe starts squirming and yelling (but not judo flipping paige or anything like the pre amnesia phoebe would be able to) and she’s like who the fuck are you what are you doing in piper’s room!!!!! and the yelling alerts piper and leo and come running out of their room like you’re awake!! and phoebe immediate rushes to piper’s side like What Is Going On Who Are These People Where’s Prue? and piper’s like prue??? and phoebe’s like Yes Our Sister Prue Where Is She and piper’s like phoebe... whats the last thing you remember? and phoebe’s like New York... i came back and she looks at piper with like absolute sorrow in her eyes and is like grams... and piper’s lookin at piper and leo like holy fuckin shit the last thing she remembers is the pilot episode and she’s like phoebe sweetie i need you to sit down and just give me a second and phoebe’s like completely shell shocked so she does and piper’s like the last thing she remembers is coming back from new york; she doesn’t know who you are she doesn’t know who you are, she doesn’t know prue’s dead, i don’t even think she knows she’s a witch and paige is like okay what do we do and piper’s like i don’t know and they’re looking at leo like ?? and leo’s like i don’t know either i mean we have to tell her and by we i do mean piper as she’s the only one phoebe recognizes and piper’s like oh yeah sure hi sweetie you don’t remember this but you’re a witch your sister’s dead i’m married paige over there is our half sister mom had an affair while i’m at it dad’s back in our lives oh and also a couple months ago you were queen of hell! is there anything i’m missing?? and leo’s like just,, talk to her slowly,, treat it very gentle and piper’s like yeah Not My Forte but she goes to phoebe and holds her hands like i don’t know how to tell you this but your last memory is from 1998 and phoebe’s like ,,,, what year is it now? and piper’s like 2002 and phoebe’s lower lip starts trembling and she’s like how did this happen and piper’s like i promise i’ll explain everything but right now i think it’s best that you get some rest. i’ll see you in the morning and she kisses phoebe on the forehead and sends her back to bed and piper paige & leo all head up to the attic to try to draft up some game plan on how to get their phoebe back

so over the next couple of weeks they like try to really gently bring phoebe up to speed the first thing they really have to get out of the way is Phoebe You’re A Witch which is a shock y’know magic being real but phoebe rolls with it about as well as she did in the pilot. the next is prue’s gone, which phoebe has sorta pieced together but was still Not Ready to hear. i think this whole era would also be a really great opportunity to build up paige & phoebe’s relationship bc the show really dropped the ball on that one. i think they would both really lean on each other and grow bc a young phoebe was very much like a young paige and phoebe’s still quasi young phoebe but like paige is like this is advice you gave me a phoebe’s like me?? giving out advice??? and paige is like yeah believe it or not you’re actually an advice columnist i also think phoebe would spend a lot of times flipping through photo albums and reading her old columns and trying to understand who she was / is. i also think she would push piper to open her restaurant after seeing p3 bc she’s be like piper this is amazing but this isn’t your dream. you always wanted to be a chef. and piper admittedly had almost forgotten that she had put that dream on hold but phoebe bringing it back up would really stoke that fire again and make her want to open up her own restaurant.

i think phoebe’s first major relapse would be when she was flipping through the book and found her entry on cole’s human form which has pictures of her and this man and it’s all written in her handwriting and she gets this horrible know it her stomach and then a premonition containing the highlights reel of her and cole’s relationship and she breaks down. and piper paige & leo all find her an absolute mess and she’s like were you going to tell me??? were you going to tell me everything i did????? and she goes through this horrible era of feeling responsible for prue’s death and all the evil cole did and piper and paige really have to help pull her out of that at this point i think we also bring in coop who really helps her start to heal her heart and i think the whole journey to get Back To Phoebe wouldn’t be an easy one but the drama driven by this could very easily take up the space occupied by piper & leo’s relationship drama which i personally have never been too keen on. i think this could be the driving plot of s5 and then s6 could be piper’s pregnancy & wyatt s7 could be be chris and the future plotline which i think phoebe would be a lot more attune to as that could have been one of the realities she lived through on her spirit journey and then s8 would be the final season idk i wouldn’t want to use zankou or the avatars or billie & christy but y’know something good and have it stick the landing like it did in the og

#💌#charmed #phoebe halliwell #margaretsminiessays #can i just say love the phrasing of the ask like the implication i could have just said No I Don't Want and had that be the whole answer #lmao could you imagine

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