#i was so happy to see my boy pop again after being out of town for so long

[allylikethecat]

horses on my tv and i am thinking of u 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

YASSSS I love that when y'all see horses y'all are like ALLY. I have been watching the Olympic equestrian like so obsessively. I don't compete in eventing, eventing absolutely terrifies me but Boyd Martin is one of my absolute favorite riders and I have been so emotional about his and Bruno's journey to Paris (if you don't follow eventing google it - it will bring a tear to your eye). Thank you SO MUCH for sending me this lovely ask and always being so wonderful and supportive. I am so sorry again for being so bad at answering asks recently. I hope you are having the BEST day! Thank you again!

❤️Ally

[prolife-is-prolie]

I celebrated Roe V Wade being overturned. I am now being investigated for having a miscarriage.

"The happiest moment in my life was when I said "I do" to my husband seven years ago. My second happiest moment was at the Supreme Court building on June 24, 2022. Seeing an endless sea of happy, cheerful faces, the champagne bottles being popped open, watching as bubbles floated on by, the feeling was electric! Babies were going to be saved!

And then a year later, on June 24, 2023, the third happiest moment in my life occurred. The two faint lines revealed themselves on the pregnancy test. I was pregnant! Finally! After years of hoping, praying, and multiple IVF treatments, I was finally pregnant! Life was perfect. My husband took me out to dinner and he never left my side the whole night. He came home from work one day with a giant book of baby names. It didn't take us long to decide: Ophelia if it was a girl, and Benson if it was a boy.

I thanked the Lord for gifting me with a happy marriage and a baby that I prayed so much for. But the Lord had other plans. August 23, 2023, my world came crashing down. I woke from a deep sleep and was overcome with painful cramps. I looked under the blanket and was horrified by what I saw: A huge puddle of red. I ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and I cried. I was having a miscarriage.

My husband woke up and noticed the puddle of blood. I've never seen him look so scared in my life. He hugged me while I sat and bled on the toilet. We then stripped down and got in the shower, where he held me, not caring about the blood running down my legs. I scheduled an emergency doctor's appointment for later in the day. The doctor confirmed our worst fear, I had a complete miscarriage. There wasn't anything more that could be done.

I sat on the table in that cold room while I waited for the doctor to come back with my paperwork. I was completely numb. I had no more tears left to cry. My husband stood by me and held my hand while we waited. And then we heard the knock on the door. We were expecting the doctor to enter. Instead, we were met with a couple of police officers.

My husband and I were escorted to the police station. It was there that we were informed that my miscarriage was deemed suspicious. The officers told us that due to the fact that we lived in a pro-life state, this was the new protocol. My husband and I were each taken to separate interview rooms, where we were questioned for six hours. I was asked a variety of questions:

What did I do the night before miscarrying?

Did I have a fall that could have caused the miscarriage?

Did I intentionally cause trauma to my abdomen to induce a miscarriage?

Did I take abortion pills?

Could my husband have slipped abortion pills into my drink?

At first, I tried to be understanding, but that quickly turned to anger. They were accusing my husband and me of purposefully killing our baby. I told the interviewer over and over that we wanted our baby and that we would do nothing to cause harm to our baby. After six hours, the questions let up. The interviewer left the room and I instantly broke down in tears again.

I cried for the baby I lost. I cried because my husband and I were being accused of killing our baby. I cried because I felt like nobody was listening to me. And I cried because this is what pro-choicers said would happen when Roe was overturned. Everything that they said would happen was happening.

Miscarriages were being investigated as murders. Children were being forced to give birth to their rapists' babies. Babies were being born and discarded in trash cans and dumpsters. And we have not done a damn thing about any of this. My husband and I were released, but not before being told that we weren't allowed to leave town due to the fact that we were being investigated.

I read articles about the women in Texas suing the state because of the anti-abortion laws. I read about the 13-year-old girl who gave birth to a baby she did not want. I read about the 11-year-old who had to flee her home state to get an abortion, only for the doctor who performed the abortion to get fined. I felt sick to my stomach reading these stories. And once again, my sorrow was replaced with anger.

I thought back to what I thought was one of the happiest moments of my life, Roe V Wade being overturned. In my mind, the happy smiles that I saw were suddenly replaced with evil snarls. The champagne that was popped was replaced with acid. The bubbles became heavy glass and they fell to the ground. My god, what have we done?

I forwarded the articles to my husband and I saw all color leave his face. The night after our interrogations, we ate dinner in silence. After knowing this man for 17 years and being married to him for seven of those years, he didn't need to talk for me to know what he was thinking. And I agreed with him:

Overturning Roe V Wade was a huge mistake."

-Constance, 37.

[bvtbxtch]

Live from the Upside Down | Eddie Munson

Day Ten of Kinktober

Summary: There is a special Corroded Coffin show in Hawkins to celebrate Halloween. You've been a devoted fan since Eddie started becoming a part of your family, but you haven't seen him in what has felt like forever. Seeing the metalhead again stirs up feelings you forgot you had.

wc: ~3.9k

Pairings: Rockstar!Older!Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader (Older Eddie is 30, reader is 23. Feelings had been secretly mutual for a while, but Eddie did not groom reader and they did not explore any of their feelings until reader was of age and able to make informed consent.)

Warnings: smut smut smut, so this is obviously 18+ MDNI!!! cheating (reader had a boyfriend but was not serious, but don't cheat on your partners, y'all), oral (m receiving), facefucking, swallowing cum, fingering, reference to Eddie being overstimulated, public sex, power and control kink if you squint, Eddie and Reader join the mile high club but is not included in the story.

in collaboration with the amazing @darknesseddiem! stay tuned for their posts later in October!

a/n: thank you for your patience yall. I had a really fucky wucky night and I just could not get this thing done. There will be two posts today, and the potential for there to be two posts on Friday because its my birthday Thursday!! I love you all and thank you for the continued support.

It had been almost 10 years to the day that Eddie Munson had left town. Five years since Eddie had stuck his middle finger up to Hawkins and left everyone and everything behind. It had been 8 years since Corroded Coffin took off and started touring the world. You were 13 when Eddie left, your brother - arguably Eddie’s biggest fan - was 15. The rockstar came back to visit often, opting to stay with your family rather than an empty hotel. Your mom cooked elaborate dinners when he was in town and Eddie would always bring you and Dustin souvenirs from his travels around the world. Eddie was an honorary member of the Henderson clan, but the looks you gave him were always more longing than that of the ‘annoying little sister’. Dustin figured you had a little crush, and that's all you chalked it up to be as well. But even once Eddie would inevitably leave again, you felt your heart shatter. As you got older, you let your fleeting feelings take a back burner as you had casual boyfriends. You hated to admit it, but even when they were around, your mind would wander to Eddie and what he would feel like between your thighs instead of your boy toy for the month.

Eddie hadn’t been shy in sharing his admiration for you, especially when you graduated and even more so when you started going to the bars with Dustin and his friends. Last time he was in town, the three of you had blundered home drunk from the Hideout. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you slapped a kiss onto his cheek.

“I’m happy you’re here, Eddie.” He looked into your glassy eyes with admiration. He kissed you back on your cheek. He smelt of weed and whiskey, but it was home. You felt like you belonged in his arms and the way he held you made you believe he felt the same way. You wanted to kiss him so badly, but your moment was interrupted when Dustin clammored back to the two of you, beers clanging in his hands. There had been stolen glances since then, but never the same moment. That was two whole years ago, and you hadn’t seen him since your last goodbye a few short weeks after.

-

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a haze of hairspray clouding your vision. You ran your finger across your bottom lip, smudging away any rogue pink stain from your lip liner. Your lashes were fanned out and your eyes had the perfect dusting of glitter for them to pop. Your heart was beating out of your chest with excitement. Dustin’s old Corroded Coffin shirt hung across your shoulders and your legs were showcased effortlessly with a pair of ripped shorts. You were unnaturally excited, not having seen one of your favorite people in the world for unnaturally too long. When Eddie hadn’t been calling as often, but your heart skipped a beat when you saw 5 tickets for Eddie’s Hideout Halloween concert and a note from the rockstar, you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. Your smile faltered when you looked at the names on the guestlist details in the letter: Dustin Henderson +1, Robin Buckley, and lastly your name scribbled with a +1 beside it. Eddie thought you would have a boyfriend or at least a date that would accompany you. You opted to invite your friend Chrissy, instead of your new boyfriend in hopes to send a message. 

Dustin, Suzy, Chrissy and Robin filed into your family station wagon and you made the short trek across town. Dustin and Suzy had gone as some interpretations of Labyrinth characters. Robin wore her Camp Crystal Lake T-shirt she had gotten from the Goodwill and Chrissy had slipped into her old cheerleading uniform. You opted not to wear any halloween costumes, instead choosing to put on an outfit to highlight your best assets. You crowded into the bustling bar, feeling a warm fuzz in your chest from the shots you had taken with Suzy and Robin. You pushed your way to the front of the busy stage. The lights from the stage filled you with more anticipation. The boys had done their sound check before you arrived - you normally were invited to sound check and to hang out with the band, but apparently they wanted to keep their new sets a secret - so you bounced on your feet, waiting for the empty space to be filled with cheering, buzzing of amps and the thrash of guitar. 

-

The music ran through you like electricity. You danced and jumped and sang along to every song. Eddie’s eyes pierced through yours as he sang the band’s idea of a slower love song, your wide grin made Eddie smirk and blush. In a sea of people, you were the only set of eyes he could connect to; your presence was magnetic and he had forgotten how much he had truly missed you. You had lost the plumpness in your cheeks and your hips swayed gracefully. You were no longer Dustin’s cute little sister, and Eddie finally felt like he could finally act on his most suppressed desires, and he could tell that you were encouraging him to. He poured this desire into his music. Your cohort of friends whooped and screamed at the end of the show, showing Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Drew the love and appreciation louder than anyone else in the swelling crowd. 

The five of you waited by the front of the stage until a burly man in a tight black T-shirt approached you from the stage. He had his sunglasses on and a mean snarl fastened to his face.

“Eddie wants to see all of you in the green room. Follow me.” The man gave you no time to ask questions, but you all hauled yourselves onto the stage and followed him backstage and down a dimly lit hallway. You giggled. Even Eddie’s wildly successful band couldn’t mask the Hideout for what it really was: a dump. The security guard stopped in the middle of the hallway and gestured to the door on your left. One by one, all of your friends filed in, but you felt a meaty grip on your shoulder. 

“Not you, you follow me.” the guard ordered. None of your people had noticed your swift exit. You were led into the room across the hall. The guard opened the door up for you and you were hurried into the open door. It was closed the second you breached the doorway and you were met with a stark smell of weed and leather couches dimly lit with assorted lamps (that had undoubtedly been retrieved from the Hawkins dump). A familiar head of damp curls and a shit eating grin greeted you, standing from one of the leather couches. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was low, but the excitement on his face was palpable. Your heart somersaulted as you lunged into his arms. 

“Missed you, Ed.” you muffled into his shirt. 

“Likewise, sweets.” His hands migrated to your waist and he had to restrain himself from grabbing lower or harder. His cool was rapidly slipping. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes. He couldn’t deny that he had fucked his own fist thinking about your eyes looking up at him like that between his own thighs. You pulled away from him like you could sense the burning hot need inside of him. Eddie’s face fell into a frown of want. You were wrapped around his finger already.

“Where is every-” You couldn’t finish your sentence and Eddie had you up against the wall, his lips crashed onto yours. You let out a surprised moan as your lips frantically tried to keep up with Eddie’s assault. You craned your neck up to let Eddie deepen the kiss. With matching moans, you opened your mouth to let Eddie’s tongue explore you. What you wouldn’t give to feel his tongue explore elsewhere…

Eddie pulled away from you with a smack and studied your face, searching for any kind of hesitation. What he found instead was your normally bright eyes dark with lust, your lips were swollen and you bit down hard on your lip. Eddie moaned at the sight of you. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Eddie cooed into your neck as he began another assault on your clavicle. He sucked hard onto you and when you hissed out in pain, he ran his tongue across the throbbing bruise to soothe it. 

“Eddie…” you huffed. “I-I’ve wanted you since I could remember.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie sneered as he took off his own merch from your body. “That why you brought Chrissy and not some boy, huh? You got a boyfriend I should be worried about?” He spoke into your skin, kissing and licking around the edge of your bra. The contact of your bare back onto the brick wall, along with Eddie’s mouth on you sent goosebumps all over your body. You reached down to his belt buckle to free him from the layer that keeps you from him. 

“So what if I do?” you shoot back. “You gonna stop this and not fuck me?” Eddie let out a dark chuckle as you finally freed him from the confines of his jeans. His head tilted back and you got a glimpse of the rockstar’s delicious neck. It was your turn to begin a barrage of hickies from his pulse point down to his Adam's apple. He hissed as your hands traced over his hardening cock in his boxers. He pushed himself against you, pressing you further into the wall.

“Nah sweets. Just wanna know if I’m gonna steal you away from some poor fuck or not.” Eddie whispered in your ear. “I heard that once you fuck a rockstar, nothing else is the same. So I’m gonna make you so cockdrunk that you’re only going to want me. That sound good, babe? You wanna fuck a rockstar?” You violently shook your head as Eddie grabbed your wrist and sat himself down on the couch behind you. You slotted yourself between his legs on the floor, your arms caging his body onto the couch. 

“Show me how bad you want it, doll. How bad have you wanted me to fuck you, huh?” The man snided. The lines of friendship and the days of being friends had vanished before the two of you, there was no going back and you couldn’t wait to show Eddie how ‘all or nothing’ you could be. 

Eddie’s cock now stood at full attention, making a hard tent in his boxers. He pulled his jeans off of his slender hips and lifted his shirt over his head. You hooked your fingers under the band of his boxers and pulled down, revealing the most beautiful cock you had ever seen. 

Maybe it was because it was Eddie’s or maybe it really was that impressively big, but your mouth watered as soon as he exposed himself. His cock was exceptionally long and girthy, a vein led you from his heavy balls all the way to his pink leaking tip. You licked your lips as you lined your mouth up with Eddie’s cock. You tease him with small kitten licks to his tip, tasting his salty precum and humming in satisfaction. Eddie let out a guttural moan as you sink your mouth all the way to the hilt, breathing out your nose to prevent yourself from gagging. Eddie’s big brown eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Yeah, doll. That’s a good girl. You’re my good girl.” You hummed into him and you felt his legs shake at the vibrations. 

“Fuck with a mouth like yours, I’ll make you famous. You can have anything you fucking want” Eddie blabbed. “Anything for my girl - fuuuuuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth. I knew you would. Fuck, I got myself off to thinking about your lips around my cock.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back at the thought of you being Eddie’s girl that he could have any girl in the world and he had still chosen you. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him choosing you - boring old you from Hawkins, Indiana when he could have models, actresses, other musicians. You wanted to pinch yourself. You guided Eddie’s hands into your hair and he pulled hard. 

“Fuck, my baby like being used as a little fuck toy? Let me fuck that pretty face of yours and ruin that makeup you got on” Eddie chuckled. He pulled your mouth all the way off of his dick, you unintentionally drooled all over him at the loss of contact; but it wasn’t for long, because Eddie slammed back into you, your throat screaming at him for stretching you out. Your eyes stung with tears and Eddie pulled you all the way off and thrust back into your mouth. Eddie gripped you tightly and thrust into your face, probing the back of your throat until you gagged. 

“Jesus fuck, you’re the best little plaything I’ve had. You’re gonna make me cum” the rockstar cooed. His chest was heaving violently and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. He grabbed your cheeks and pounded into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. You felt as if you were going to pass out from the lack of oxygen but suddenly he paused, his cock twitching and you felt hot and salty ropes of cum coat the back of your throat. You gagged on him, hitting Eddie with another wave of intense pleasure. He pulled himself out of your mouth and stood you up with him. He grabbed at your waist and lunged in to kiss you. Your kisses had minimal feeling but lust. You felt like you were going to combust if you didn’t feel his dick twitch around your soaked pussy. Eddie pushed you into the wall yet again and expertly removed your shorts. His hand went straight to your core and you wrapped your leg around his waist to give him better access. He cupped and rubbed at you, pulling whimper after moan and gasp out of you. The friction was delicious but you needed more, you needed all of him. You needed to give him all of you.

“You’re a needy girl, huh doll? You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you. Tell me how long,” You were putty in his hands. His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and tightened the forming knot in your abdomen.

“I’ve been waiting for longer than I’d like to admit, Eddie.” Your desperate eyes bored into his. You needed to show him how serious you were about it. Eddie stuck his fingers into you, a shit eating grin spreading on his face. He chuckled as you writhed beneath him, his fingers stretching you out expertly.

“Yeah, baby had a crush on me since you were a girl huh? Wanted me since you couldn’t have me?” You screwed your eyes shut as Eddie curled his fingers inside of you. You mouthed a silent ‘yes’, afraid that if you spoke you would disintegrate into nothing. You were so hot, the friction too much. You wanted to cry and beg Eddie to take you and make you feel good, but you knew that your pleas would fall on deaf ears. The man was ready to toy with you. You knew that you would be disposable to you, he could have anyone he wanted, but he was here with you.

“Well doll… I’ll tell you something” he added another finger into your throbbing hole and you clenched down on him. He leaned in so his stubble was brushing against your cheek and his breath fanned down your neck. “I’ve wanted you for a fucking long time.” Your breath hitched in your throat as Eddie pulled back to lock eyes with you. His chocolate irises were still dark with lust, but there was a glint of something more, something you found familiar in your own stare: longing. 

Eddie pulled his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth with a humm. He pushed you harder up against the wall by your hips, attaching his mouth to yours again. You wrapped both of your legs around his lithe waist. He grabbed his still-hard cock and ran it through your wet folds. You both hiss at the contact, matching desperation to feel the other fully. Eddie slowly sheathed himself in you, letting you get used to the stretch of him. You’ve navigated your way through many sexual encounters, but Eddie most definitely was the biggest, and quickly proved to be the most skilled. A twang of jealousy panged your heart as you pondered how he got so good at making you feel good…

All thoughts were muddled when Eddie pulled out of you and thrust back in. His thick tip hit your G-spot and your legs shook. You knew you weren’t going to last long. Eddie began his relenting pace, his eyes fixed to where your two bodies met. 

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me baby. You’re so tight.”

“F-fuck Eddie you feel so good.” Eddie thrusted harder at your praise. 

“Gonna wreck this pussy for that little boyfriend of yours. Make you so drunk on my cock that you’re gonna leave and dump him. You gonna leave that boy so you can be my plaything, doll?” You nodded your head in agreement. You couldn’t go back to Andy after this. Every other guy was now ruined thanks to Eddie. The man’s hips snapped at an unrelenting pace.

“Gonna fuck all those thoughts out of that pretty head. All you’re gonna think is me.” Eddie gritted his teeth. He wanted to screw his eyes shut to ground himself, but he couldn’t risk not watching you fall apart on him. He was screwing into you so fast you had to bite on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out in ecstacy. 

Eddie knew you were close. You were clenching down on him like a vice, your breath hitched and your chest heaved so hard he thought your ribs were going to bust out of your chest. Your chant of pleas and praises began. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

“Yeah baby, tell me who this pussy belongs to. Say my name.” 

They came out as muffled screams as you tried to contain the waves of pleasure wracking your body. Your beautiful face twisted at the power of your climax. Eddie suckled small hickies onto your shoulders to ease you out of your trance. When your chest ceased heaving and your eyes fluttered open, Eddie pulled himself completely out of you - too overstimulated to cum again. He just wanted to wrap his arms around you. He bent down and grabbed your shorts and shirt as you placed your panties back in the proper position. Eddie felt that if he looked at your doe eyes he would fall apart in front of you, so he handed you your shorts, turned his body away from yours and offered a quiet ‘you should go back to the other dressing room and I’ll follow behind you in a couple minutes’. Your face contorted from satisfaction and adoration to confusion and hurt. You scoffed and began to walk to the door. 

“Nice, Eddie. Nice to know that this was just a quick fuck for you.” You spat, your venom piercing Eddie in the heart. He didn’t want to hurt you, far from it. But you were dangerous, uncharted territory - he didn’t know how to navigate his feelings for you. He lunged at your arm that was holding the handle of the old metal door. You both stared at each other - him with eyes full of sorrow, and yours full of anger. He cautiously pulled his hands up to cup your face and even though you flinched, you let him touch you and pull you into him.

When it was the only sensation to focus on, you concluded that Eddie had the softest lips. They moved expertly against you because he was gentle and doting and wanted to pour every bit of adoration he had for you into it. With his kiss he told you that what he said wasn’t a lie, that he was scared of how much he liked you, how he felt like he could fall in love with you someday. You pulled away with tears in your eyes and your lower lip trembled. Eddie ran his thumb across it.

“Go, and let’s talk about this later. Right now the last thing we need is your brother worrying about you.” Eddie sighed. You nodded your head slowly in understanding. You opened the door and stepped into the fluorescent hallway. With one last longing look at the rockstar, you retreated across the hallway and were gone with the closing of Eddie’s door. The metalhead leaned against the door and took a pull at his curly locks. You really were going to be the death of him… either you or Dustin for fucking his sister - fuck! For being in love with his sister.

“Where the fuck were you?” Dustin snapped when you entered the stuffy room. 

“Bathroom” you dismissed as you skipped over to Eddie’s bandmates to give them hugs and congratulate on the show. Dustin eyed you suspiciously. Something seemed off. You were gone for 10 minutes. He decided to try to push the thought to the back of his mind, but anger bubbled to the surface when Eddie walked in shortly after you, sporting new hickies that definitely weren’t there during the show. His eyes flicked between the two of you and he noticed your own marks threatening to peek out of the shoulder of your t-shirt.

“Eddie!” Dustin boomed. Eddie looked like a deer in headlights as his eyes flash from Dustin’s to yours. 

“Missed you buddy?”

Two months later:

You packed your two small duffel bags and hugged your brother and your friends goodbye. Since Eddie’s show, he has called to talk to you almost every night. He came back for Christmas and New Years. You both told your mother about your budding relationship and although she was concerned about the 7 years between the two of you, she ultimately was relieved that you weren’t hanging out with the loser boys you used to bring home. On New Years Eddie had asked you to go on tour with the band after you shared your midnight kiss. You excitedly agreed, and two weeks later, you were packing your bags to head to the private hangar of the Indianapolis International Airport. The burly security guard picked you up in a sleek black cadillac and dropped you to the biggest private jet you had ever seen. Security man grabbed your bags for you and you trotted up the stairs to the jet. Your metalhead met you at the cockpit with a wide smile and a kiss. You both got comfortable on one of the leather couches behind rows of leather plane seats. There was champagne waiting for you. Eddie handed you a flute and you cheersed.

“Ready to join the mile high club?”

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[toxinoire]

Finally, I can write again!

This is how I visualize the final scene went down. A mix of both the 1988 movie and the musical.

~~~~~~

"Say hi to God."

Kaboom

Veronica, with a cigarette between her fingers and a sprained ankle, made her way through the school hallway as the other students ran past her to see where the explosion came from.

She contemplated.

She feels nothing.

Is she happy that four people had to fucking die? Absolutely not.

But...

When she looks at who are dead, Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, Jason Dean...

Honestly she only feels bad for Heather. Because as much of a bitch as she was, she had her good moments. Moments that made her seem slightly human.

Kurt and Ram, she doesn't care. Those two were rapists. She doesn't like that she pulled the trigger, but Kurt and Ram being dead meant nothing to her.

As for JD....

She hopes he sees his mother. She hopes his father grows a brain and realizes his son is gone because he was never a father to him.

But as for him literally exploding in front of her...

She feels nothing.

She can only mourn that JD she first met, the lost boy who wanted his mother and was sweet, kind, a gentleman, and caring. Not the one that died in front of her.

The crowds moved past her, Veronica is too tired to even care that no one is asking what happened to her, why she looks disheveled and has blood running down her head.

Well,

Someone did say something.

"Veronica." Heather Duke called her, in all red. Veronica can't deny that she looks good in it, but still, she hates her in it. "You look like hell." Heather Duke moved closer to her, as if to inspect her. Veronica notices the slight concern in her eyes, and how she seems to be holding back her hands from reaching out to Veronica.

Veronica hates that last detail. Heather used to always reach out to her.

"Yeah?" Veronica chuckles. "I just got back."

Then, another voice calls her. "Veronica!"

Veronica and Heather Duke turn around to see Heather McNamara running to them. "Where have you been?!"

Heather Mac looks worried. Like, really really worried. "Miss Flemming told us you killed yourself." Heather Mac actually reaches out to her, inspecting her injuries, before she rests her hands on Veronica's face.

Veronica doesn't even hide how she leans into the touch.

She then sees the red fucking scrunchie and snaps back to where she is.

Veronica moves closer to Heather Duke and turns her around to take that damn thing off her.

"Veronica, what are you doing?" Heather Duke asks.

The students who were originally going to run past them stops in their tracks when they see Veronica with the scrunchie.

She wears it on her wrist and raises it up.

Time to actually do something.

"Listen up folks, war is over. Brand new sheriff's come to town." Veronica knows she sounds tired, but fuck that. "We are done with acting evil, we will lay out weapons down." She ties her hair with the scrunchie.

Everyone is watching her.

Good.

"We're all damaged, we're all frightened, we're all freaks. But that's alright. We'll endure it, we'll survive it-" Veronica pauses slightly when she sees Betty and Martha by the crowd. She calls them. "Martha, Betty."

They both turn to look at her, clearly resisting the urge to move. Veronica takes a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?"

Martha and Betty look at each other, before turning back to Veronica. They actually move forward this time.

It was silent for a while.

"What?" Martha breaks the silence.

"Uh, my date to pep rally blew-"

Accidental slip

"-me off..."

That's better

"So I was wondering if you guys weren't doing anything tonight we could pop some jiffy pop? Rent a video?" Veronica can hear how hopeful she sounds.

She doesn't have the right to be hopeful after what she did, but she still is.

"Something with a happy ending." She finishes. Veronica really wants a happy ending right now.

"Are there any happy endings?" Martha asks. Gosh, she sounds so tired. Betty isn't even looking at her in the eye.

Veronica looks at everyone around them and sighs. She turns back to her--hopefully still best friends. "I can't promise no more Heathers, high school may not ever end." She steps closer. "Still I miss you, I'd be honored-" She swallows. "If you'd let me be your friend."

"My friend." Martha says, as she takes Veronica by the hand and pulls her into a hug.

"We can be seventeen. We can learn how to chill." Veronica feels tears form in her eyes as Martha joins her. "If no one-"

Then, Betty joins them. "-loves me now, someday somebody will." She finally meets Veronica's gaze. "We can be seventeen. Still time to make things right. One day we'll change the world, but let's kick back tonight."

This time, it's Veronica who reaches out her to Heather Duke and Heather Mac.

Heather Mac immediately grabs her hand. "Let's go be seventeen. Take off our clothes and dance."

Veronica walks, well, limps, towards Heather Duke and reaches out, a silent plea in her eyes. Heather Duke hesitantly takes her hand, and once she has fully held it, Veronica pulls her into a hug.

Heather Duke puts one hand on Veronica's back, lightly returning the hug. But she grips onto Veronica's jacket as if it's a lifeline.

Veronica sighed. She really missed her. She didn't like what the scrunchie turned her into.

But holy shit, did she missed her.

"Act like we're all still kids, cause this could be our final chance."

Veronica smiles as she sees Betty, Martha, Heather M, and Heather D all try to be nice to each other.

Maybe they can all be friends.

Now everyone is joining them.

"Always be seventeen

Celebrate you and I

maybe we won't grow old.

And maybe then we'll never die."

Veronica feels happy. Genuinely, happy.

She missed that.

"We'll make it beautiful."

Veronica swears she hears Heather Chandler's voice.

"We'll make it beautiful.

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful"

This really feels like a win for Veronica.

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Mick Schumacher with a Southern girlfriend - Wedding Edition

*Disclaimer: I use Y/N and reader, but when I write this in my mind I see her as a tall plus size gal (mainly because that's my personal body type), but also because I really see Mick doing amazing with a woman like that. If there is anything I write that doesn't apply to you feel free to leave it out and like always feedback is always appreciated and loved!

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~ Mick knew for a while that he wanted to marry you. There was no doubt about it in his mind. You were the woman for him. You gave him such a sense of comfort and home that no other woman ever gave him before.

~ He grew up watching his parents have one of the most beautiful love stories ever written and he saw that for him with you. It was like God knew what he needed in someone and put in all in a you shaped package.

~ Mick's family had a ranch in Texas and while you loved going to Texas and spending time on their ranch he knew that he couldn't propose to you there. Your family had land in another state (I'm getting a Virginia/Tennessee/North Carolina vibe here) and he knew how special that space was to you.

~ Gina and his mom were the first to know of his plans to propose. He knew this wasn't an over the phone conversation so he sat them both down. His mom cried happy tears and gave him such a bear hug. Her little boy was growing up and she was so happy to see him experience such a wonderful love.

~ In fact Mick went as far as to visit your parents while you were busy out of town at college wrapping up finals to ask their blessing. He knew he didn't need it, but you both were huge family people who were raised that family was pretty much the back bone of life.

~ He even asked your parents for their okay to use y'alls land to propose out of respect for it being their home.

~ Your mom, Gina, and his mom all helped him pick out the perfect ring. Your dad has the mission of being the one to go help you move out after finals saying your mom couldn't get off work when in reality they were ring shopping with Mick.

~ He ended up picking a ring similar to your grandmother's knowing how special she was to you and your mom almost cried.

~ Mick recruited the aid of your siblings in keeping up with the weather reports knowing how much loved snow and helping Mick put up lights.

~ A Christmas proposal that could only be rivaled by Hallmark was under way.

~ Mick knew you were so smart and would be sure to be suspicious if he was in town when you got back from college for Christmas break right away. However, your parents had the perfect plan to help him out. Your parents told you that for Christmas they had invited Mick and his family out to spend Christmas with you guys knowing how much it mean to you to spend the holidays together.

~ As soon as they got to the house your mom pointed out how nice the weather was and asked if you wanted to take Mick up to watch the stars like you two loved to do. Mick had greeted you with flowers at the airport when you picked them up, but that was nothing new. He loved to spoil you with flowers. As soon as you got to the top of the land you saw the lights all laid out and when you turned around for Mick he had already dropped to take a knee.

~ Something about the snow really made the blue of Mick's eyes pop and you knew your eyes weren't leaving his anytime soon. You were speechless and he knew that didn't happen often so he grabbed charge of the silence.

~ "Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N I've fallen in love with you. Growing up we're read fairytales, but told they don't exist when we reach adulthood. You see life through a childlike joy with a compassion and love for life like I've never seen before. You make me feel at home every time I'm with you, regardless of where we are. I love you and I look forward to every second I spend with you. Thank you for making me believe in fairytales again. So what do you say, will you marry me?"

~ You couldn't say anything other than nod your head yes and pull Mick up to hug him tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

~ You didn't miss the cheers of both yours and Mick's family which had hiked up behind y'all all recording and taking photos. You were so enthralled with Mick and the proposal you didn't even notice them there.

~ You and Mick decided it would be best for you guys to wait until after your college graduation to get married knowing how stressful college was Mick didn't want to overwhelm you planning a wedding during that to.

~ You guys ended up getting married on his family's ranch in Texas three weeks after your college graduation in late May. It really was a full circle moment.

~ Mick is a shy guy, but you both knowing how important family is to y'all ended up having a huge wedding. The guests were mainly family and then some close family friends.

~ You don't know how you got so lucky, but you know that having a love so strong with Mick and your family by your side that you two could get through anything.

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i would love to hear about this fairy fic 🖤

It's only 700 words or so. I had this idea that Eddie, after everything that happened, moved to the city. But his time in the Upside Down left him magically marked. This gets the attention of the secret fairy living in his apartment block.

It's part magic realism (you know me) and part some weird size kink bullshit hehe.

I have a lot of thoughts and ideas, but haven't really decided how thw story is going to go. However, I am happy to share what I have! Unedited and very likely to change.

Love youuuuuuuuuuu.

Eddie Munson tried to not think of leaving Hawkins as running away. He had sworn to himself, standing against a tornado of demobats, that he was never going to do that again. No, Eddie would be brave in the face of danger. There was no battle he couldn’t fight. No enemy to send him cowering in the corner. But Hawkins… Hawkins wasn’t just any monster.

Hawkins had thousands of eyes, all peering at Eddie whenever he ventured further than the trailer. Her mouth could speak in an endless number of different voices, all whispering about cults and murder and Chrissy Cunningham’s body. She had power too, Hawkins, power enough to stop Eddie from getting work after he graduated from his hospital bed. She had him frozen in time and place.

Eddie didn’t know how many more days of fight he had in him, but a kind twist of fate offered Eddie an escape plan in the form of his sweet friend Jeff. A plan in which Eddie could play the hero, rather than the deserter.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do, man!” Jeff paced back in forth in front of Eddie. “Everything was all set up but I can’t pay rent on my own. My dad says to put a notice in the paper but even that costs money… And I don’t want to live with a stranger! What if they’re like… an axe murderer!”

It was refreshing to hear about someone’s normal problems. It seemed a lot easier than working out how to communicate cross-dimensionally or where the hell Nancy Wheeler’s missing guns went.

“I’m sorry, dude,” Jeff apologised. “I shouldn’t complain to you,”

“Why?” Eddie fished.

Jeff hesitated. “Well… You know…”

“Because I was accused of murder, attacked by wild dogs, and almost killed in an earthquake?” Eddie was obviously being sarcastic, but it still made Jeff wince.

“…Yes?”

Eddie laughed, shocked that people had really bought ‘attacked by wild dogs’ … but they needed some sort of cover story for the bite marks. Despite his best efforts, Eddie couldn’t even make himself the hero of that adventure. Goddamn Steve Harrington had saved him from the rabid pack, earning himself some matching battle wounds.

“It’s cool,” Eddie reassured his friend.

The pair sat and watched whatever shit was on television for a little while longer. When the idea popped into Eddie’s head, he sat up straight from his lounging position, moving quickly enough to startle Jeff.

“Jesus!”

“I have an idea,” Eddie announced. “What if I come with you? Take the room? Nobody knows me there. I can get a job. Actually leave the fucking house. You don’t have to live with stranger. We can still jam… It’s a good idea, right?”

“You really want to move to Chicago?”

“I mean… S’not like I have grand plans in Hawkins. This town fucking hates me… I’d miss Wayne but… Yeah… Yeah, I wanna move to Chicago… If you’ll have me.” Eddie grinned at his friend, the wide smile full of fun that Jeff hadn’t really seen since before everything went down.

“Eddie Munson. My hero.”

…

It was a dark magic. It was cold. Lonely. And there was only a whisper of it, thankfully, but it was there. From your window, you watched him unload a U-Haul onto the sidewalk. A group of people were moving boxes and furniture into the building; the noise followed them to the second floor, to the vacant apartment across from yours.

The magic was only coming from him. All his friends were unremarkable, just a mismatched crew of boisterous boys. None were scarred like him either. Even from your window, you could see the pink ripples of scar tissue on his face, neck, and arms. The war must have been recent, you decided, the pink fresh and his movements stunted by discomfort and pain.

“Eddie, dude, you’re not meant to be lifting the heavy ones,” his friend yelled, coming to take the box away from him.

“I’m fine,”

“Whatever. I don’t wanna scoop ya guts up when you pop a fuckin’ stitch, man.” The imagery was strong and it forced a smile on your lips. He was loved, the boy with the scars, despite the dark magic.

…

 It only took Eddie a week to realise something was happening.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Hunter Hookup

Sam and Dean have been on the search for their father ever since he disappeared on a hunt for the yellow eyed demon, and it appears that they are not the only ones looking for him. Dean wants answers, but he gets much more than he bargained for (2.5k)

Warnings - smut MDNI, unprotected sex, fingering, fluff, slight angst, mentions of killing, choking, alcohol consumption

dean winchester main masterlist more supernatural

The Winchesters, there were many things that could be said about them, good and bad. However right now you didn't want to speak about them, not as you downed another glass of whiskey, ignoring the man beside you of whom was persistently trying to get in your pants. Let's just say that wasn't happening, he had no chance, he was some drunk that was no doubt frequently sat in the very stool of the bar that you were occupying right now. He'd be easy prey to any monster, it was quite a shame that you had just killed the werewolf that had been lurking around this specific town.

The slam of the double doors of the entrance slammed open, whisking your attention to the two lean men that strode in, a smirk took point on your face, they certainly didn't look very happy, and you couldn't blame them, surely there had been no monster for them to find as you had already taken it out. "You boys look like you could use a drink." You stated as they prowled closer to you, displeasure written across their faces. "Maybe you should go and buy yourselves one, I'm sure you just came back from a long and gruelling hunt."

Dean disgustedly rolled his eyes at you, clearly not being fast on forgiving you for selfishly saving the lives of the population nearby. "You're hilarious, you know a heads up woulda been nice that you had caught up to it. Instead of letting us run around like headless chickens searching for it and looking like mad men for continuing to work on an already closed investigation." He sat on the stool beside you, hollering the bar tender to bring him a glass of something strong that would no doubt sizzle down the pain in the ass that you were giving him with your presence.

"But it's so fun to watch you two make fools out of yourselves, really puts a new filter on a hunters perspective of the infamous Winchester brothers. I'm sure your pops would be proud wherever he is." Dean growled at you as you stood, slinging your bag over the shoulder of the tattered jacket that you were wearing, though Sam stopped you from leaving as you planned to, caging you in by the bar. A presumptuous squint troubled his eyes as he daringly stared you down, no doubt by the mention of their missing father.

"What do you know y/n?" This was no time for your games nor your teasing, this was a serious matter, and he wouldn't have you poke fun about it. He had left everything behind to search for the one thing he had abandoned when he built his new life up; he owed his last living parent this much, even if he had burdened him with the cruel lifestyle of killing things and following in the steps of the family business that kept all humans constantly in danger, just so that the yellow eyed demon that had killed his and Dean's mother would pay for his monstrous crime.

"I know how to kill a werewolf quicker than the two of you assholes put together, and much... much more. In regards to your father Sammy, more than you again. You see, he put me up to the task of finding him if he ever went missing, so how about you drop back into school and let me abide by the task that John gave me." With yours shoulder you butted past him, though as your silhouette fled, Dean's head had perked up, surprised by the nonsense that had spewed from your lips. It was undefinable if he believed you yet, but it was a clue closer than they were.

"Take my beer." Dean said to his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, streaking past and chasing after you. He knew where his loyalties laid and that was with his father, and if you had more to know then he'd damn well get beneath your skin until you revealed all that you had discovered to him. You wouldn't joke in regards to their father's disappearance, Dean knew your reputation and sure you were a pain in the ass when you bumped into each other, but in concerns of his father he was aware that you had the utmost respect for John, his name was practically royalty in the hunting community.

But that was not why you respected the man, no, it was due to him all those years back saving that orphanage from a hungry ghoul from which you emerged out into the world and began to follow in the same saviour footsteps. He had saved your life and now it was your intention to pay that debt by trying to do the same, your life had been a struggle but it was more of one as a heavy hand repeatedly slammed against your door. It was not hard to conclude who was the proceeder of the disruptive sound, and so you sighed, well aware that it would be near on impossible to shoo the son of the man that the mystery surrounded away.

The chore of opening the door to speak to him was a short one as he barged right into the room that you had paid to reside in for a few days, walking to stand in the middle as you defeatedly closed the door and crossed your arms as you stalked behind him. "What is all this?" Dean's voice strained from shock as he noticed your pin board filled with all sorts of excerpts from papers that had been torn from their original founder and scrawling of mindless of words. "Progress." You said, noticing him running his eye over each sentence on the wall. And it was, a work in one that you still had yet to crack, you simply hoped that Dean wasn't memorising each piece on that board, otherwise the route that it set would get him into trouble.

"Your dad wouldn't want you to chase after him Dean, that's why he set me as a precaution if he didn't come back. And my job would be a lot quicker if you wouldn't start playing with my thumbtacks." You slapped his hand away from the board, unamused by his childish habit to touch everything. He frowned at you, twisting the hand that you had scolded him with in his grip, pushing you back with easy force so that your back was against the wall and he was staring down at you. His forest green eyes were searching for any silent clue that your expression could give him but his forage to do so came up empty, and so he chose to brashly speak to you again.

"Don't lie to me y/n, you're as stumped on his whereabouts as me and Sammy are." Dean suspected aloud, watching as your head coyly cocked to the side. He wasn't wrong but you weren't about to let him know that, otherwise that would give him the upper hand for the first time in all the years you had been acquainted. His neck craned down so that his face was that bit closer to yours and you smirked up at him, even though deep down you felt sorry for the man and his younger sibling, not only for the fact that their father was missing but that the man that was supposed to protect them had dragged them into this life. This cruel and long road that gave no escape except that of a long and excruciating death, which would would end up with the person being sent to the coiling trap of hell.

"Maybe you haven't been searching hard enough Winchester. Who was it that your father had been searching for all along, the demon that had started this entanglement of hunting for him? It's not that difficult to piece the story together Dean, and I'm not sure what I am going to find, hence why he had me be the one to uncover where he is. I understand how frustrating this must be for you, I really do, but I don't know what I'm going to find, so if you want to release all of that stress you're feeling go out and hunt some monsters, just like you've been trained to do." You attempted to push Dean back by the chest with your one free hand, however that didn't suffice enough as an escape, you could have tried harder however Dean only brought his body closer against yours.

"I've got something else in mind y/n/n, and I think you'll like what I'm thinking..." in response you huffed, only for him to trace his rough and scarred fingertips across your collarbones, sketching along your skin until he choked a delicate hold around your fragile dove like neck. A sonically pleasing whimper dribbled out from your blushing lips causing a smirk to balance out across Dean's sultry face; he had achieved dominance against you within your own rented confinement. He had initially thought it would be of more difficulty to make you fold from his touch, but alas he was happily surprised you willingly coiled beneath his shadow like a good little girl.

"Oh yeah? I wasn't aware you had the ability to think Winchester, you've always been a little slow with your thoughts." Perhaps he had thought that you were going to be obedient too soon, as it seemed you were biting back and tantalising and truthfully he preferred this side of you. It was very on brand for your character, and the clash of your contrasting domineering would only bring more fun to this enclosed interaction. Dean pressed down with his skilful fingers on your throat, cutting your supply of oxygen off at its point of air travel. You rather liked how he had a grip on you, it was long overdue to have fallen into the hands of the infamous Dean Winchester, to be another woman in his bed.

Except to him you were different, you had more than one thing that he wanted. Answers was the primary thing that he wanted, however in the moment the answers to what seemed to have slipped from his mind as he helped you shoulder off the stained blouse that you had trekked after your earlier hunt in. Beneath the material it was an expanse of soft skin that felt like heaven underneath his fingertips, he wanted to trace every scar that adorned your tired flesh, he wanted to kiss every stretch mark in sight.

And he got prepared to do just that by aiding you in climbing out of your clothes as you assisted him with his own, until you were both naked in your own forms, hungrily moulding your lips together like malleable greek statues. He was above you, panting into your mouth as he stretched your walls out with his fingers, it began with one digit slipping past your folds, and then two, until finally there were three fully sheathed inside of you. He worked them at an impatient pace, he couldn't wait to stuff you with his cock and have you clawing like an animal at his bare back.

When he removed his fingers he placed them in his mouth and hummed at the taste. "You taste like the sweetest cherry pie I've ever eaten." His lips slithered along your neck as he rutted his lower half against your own, coating his cock in your flowing wetness, groaning at the friction. A small whimper surpassed your lips until something passed within you; you weren't going to submit to him, no matter how much your body begged for you to. He would hold it against you until your breaths were up and you were burned on a ceremonial pyre.

"Well we don't have time for you to eat anything Winchester, there's a hunt ongoing and I'd much rather get back to that." You retorted at the infamous executioner of monsters, taking him by surprise as you hooked your leg around his own and flipped him over so that he was laying on his back, and you were seated atop of him. "I'm sure Sammy is wondering where his big brother is, maybe we should just stop here..." you teased him, smirking as his green eyes only grew significantly darker.

"It's a bit late for that baby girl, considering your already sat naked, it would be such a shame to waste this situation. God knows I've been waiting to fuck you from the first time I laid my eyes on your pretty little frame." His hands rested on your hips, helping you line yourself up with his cock, the back of his head sinking into the pillows beneath when your pussy engulfed his length. "Fuuuuuccckkkk." Dean moaned, his mouth falling open as you sank down on him until you were filled with his thick cock.

"For the first time I'd say your weight Dean, it would have been a shame not have you inside of me." You gasped lightly, adjusting for a moment until you began to ride him, hands placed firmly on his chest to support your movements. It felt amazing to be in control of a man that was so well known for having any woman at his mercy, your neck lowered once more as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, before entangling your tongues in an ever losing battle.

You kept moving, and kept moving until a feeling of euphoria grew within your abdomen. Your vision became momentarily blurry as you spoke the hunter's name again and again, coming close to the edge, and you fell over it when Dean finally moved one of his hands, and began to rub at your clit, causing your orgasm to rattle your entire body. He too was close and that spurred him enough to take matters into his own hands as you lulled in your orgasmic bliss, throwing his hips up as he fucked you from underneath, until he was done and emptied his seed within your walls.

He panted, with you laying atop of him and your head upon his chest softly listening to his heartbeat, his slowly softening cock still inside of you. It was a surreal moment, you both knew that your bodies would one day ignite in a dance of passion and pent up frustration, and it had all been worth it. "I hope you find your dad Dean. I'm not going to stop looking but I know you aren't either, and it's not my place to get in the way of that. I... I hope our paths cross again soon."

You whispered sleepily and dazed as you stared away from his face, still using his chest as a cushion. Everything inside of you taunted your mind for letting any inkling of feelings slip through your lips, however it was all soothed when Dean stroked his fingers through your hair, coaxing you into an even more tired and relaxed state. "Oh, I'll definitely be seeing you soon sweetheart. How does the morning sound?" He enquired, hoping to continue the hunt for his father together.

[bellewintersroe]

heyy!! first of all I wanted to THANK YOU for your works that include alton more bc there's literally no fictional material about him so God bless you so so much 🥹🥹 in this regard, I wanted to ask if it was possible to have some altonxf!reader (soldier, nurse, anything really) headcanons during the ending/post war? maybe they met somewhere in eindhoven and since then they started developing a romantic relationship? thank you in advance <3 <3 <3

Ahhh no thank you for reading, I appreciate it sm!!! I loveee Alton so ofc I’d love to do your request :) sorry this is only short- I do feel like this could be better but I do have some Alton smut in my drafts that’s gonna be published soon!

Alton More x Nurse! Reader.

- eeeek so you’re a red cross nurse working wherever they station you/ need you around Europe. Let’s say you’re from Britain. Technically you’re in the Army Nurse Corps.

- so you just happen to be in Eindhoven the same time the 101st airborne division are landing- and ofc you’re all so excited because you’ve never actually seen paratroopers jumping in before.

- there’s literally 0 casualties so you and the other nurses enjoy in festivities.

- Alton is enjoying himself and the celebration, feeling like a million bucks until he accidentally bumps into another body quite harshly.

- “oh! I’m so sorry, miss-” then you turn around and he looses his voice. “Ah, nurse I mean- ma’m. I’m really sorry. I didn’t see you there.” From the second you giggled up to him Alton is swearing to all the boys it’s love at first sight.

- you’re attached at the hip whilst trying to get through the street, he’s asking you question after question, trying to get to know you as quick as possible. I think you’d grow rather frustrated and drag him actually inside a building where there was seats and drinks being served.

- “you’re the prettiest face Ive ever seen…” he would admit, practically in aw as you sat beside one another in a booth.

- immediately it would be like you’ve known one another for years.

- Alton would deffo get a kiss in there, he’d hold either side of your face and kiss you with such determination.

- the two of you are practically being dragged apart by your senior officers, shouting one another’s details to each other so you can write.

- At first you were weary he wouldn’t write or didn’t hear you correctly, truthfully neither of you can get the other out of their head. But when a letter comes through a couple weeks later from him you’re in awe.

- fast forwards a couple months you’ve been writing back and fourth, and when you get sent to Bastogne, news spreads around the company fast.

- Alton is like; “woah, woah, what’d you say?” Before finding the time to go search for you throughout the chaotic town. Every nurse he see’s he feels his hearts in his chest, finally, he puts a hand on your shoulder and spins you around.

- you’re reunited once again. Let’s just say things move fast from here.

- anyway towards the end of the war you’re stationed nearby and it becomes a frequent thing that Alton comes and visits you. He’s turned the charm all the way up and practically seduces you to the point you’re dizzy.

- with no intermediate threat, things between you guys are a lot easier and after the first time he practically swoons you to bed, he’s asking if you’ve ever thought about moving to America.

- yeah you do that.

- life is super fun with Alton, I feel like he’d have these super muscular arms and he’d just throw you around constantly. Sometimes he get a bit carried away when you’re play fighting and ends up having to kiss you better if he’s got a little rough.

- it’s all happy families, he pops the question and marries you not long later- but that’s when the nightmares start.

- you see Alton has reoccurring dreams about a pair of baby boots he saw when he was looting dead German soldiers. Sometimes all he needs is a cuddle and a kiss to lure him back to bed, other times this man really needs to talk about it.

- late nights chatting when it’s just the two of you.

- I think maybe this image makes Alton somewhat fearful of beginning a father so for a little while it’s just the two of you building a home.

- deffo builds literally everything in the house, I feel like he’d be a handyman and constantly wanting to fix something.

- one day he’s building some shelves and surprise surprise you find hitlers personal photo album just sat on there n you’re like ‘Alton tf is this?’

- ‘What?….. I found it…..’ hm okay…

- I feel like he’d gift you ALL the time, and nooo he wouldnt loot (during the war expect him to loot everything that’s anything for you’ but I’m talking flowers, magazines, if some woman on the street is selling makeup products he buys you random ass shit.

- loves seeing his girl smile and forever labels you as ‘his girl’, literally how he introduces you to his parents like ummmmm.

- now throughout the war Alton obviously couldn’t go horse riding, so he picks this habit back up a couple years after the war is over and you’re settled.

- let’s say you’re scared of horses he does find it a little funny at first and he triesssss so hard to be sympathetic but it is a little funny…

- one day you’re sick, feeling super unwell, and since the war Alton deffo does worry about you a little more than most people would. He’s just so fearful of loosing you after seeing you exposed to the environments of the war.

- takes care of you, can barely work without thinking about you, will have his mom or sisters check up on you, when he’s home he’d be brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead and doing anything you want.

- it’s all worth it tho because you’re sick because you’re preggo.

- he’s in shock at first, no doubt he’s happy, but he’s a little fearful and nervous, but super super excited.

- he’s a dilf fr and now he always refers to you as a milf lmfao.

- legit spoils you all, would sacrifice a limb for you and your children.

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Can A Human Date A Merman Chap. 1-The Start of a Fairytale

Another new WTDW fanfic by me?! Yes! I have a few ideas on the brain for WTDW fanfics and this was one of them. I originally planned to write this for Mermay, but I was focused on my other WTDW fanfics for a while.

For those who’ve followed me for a while I did have a mermaid AU for the A Hat in Time fandom, which I’ll hopefully get back into, but I wanted to write a mermaid AU for WTDW too and the ideas I have for this are so cute! Hopefully, you guys love it! 

Big thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader.

Enjoy!

Happy Hollow Beach was just like any other beach, however many of the townsfolk have told stories of sea monsters and even merfolk living deep in the waters. However, some claim to be old town legends passed down from generation to generation.

Despite the claims, this was Lewis Bright’s favorite place to go to since he and his mother moved here a few years ago. The eight-year-old boy loved coming to bask in the sunlight, collecting seashells, and exploring around the beach.

Today was like any other summer day. Lewis spent the first hour on the beach finding seashells before going to one of the tidepools to relax.

The tidepools were Lewis’s favorite place on the beach as it was hidden away, and very few people came around there. He could read a book or relax without having to hear other people running around on the beach.

The young boy took off his sandals and slowly dipped his feet in the cool water. He let out a sigh and let the coolness rush through him. 

As he relaxed, he heard a splash coming not too far from the tidepools. He quickly turned and saw what looked like a tail. Lewis got up, put his sandals back on, and walked over to see a kid his age swimming in the ocean.

“Hey!” Lewis yelled.

The kid turned and quickly dived back into the water, Lewis’s eyes widened seeing a mermaid tail on them. He removed his glasses and cleaned them thinking he was just seeing things, before putting them back on. The kid didn’t pop back out of the water and Lewis walked over to where they were swimming.

Once Lewis got close enough he sat down and soon a pair of brown eyes came up from the water. The eyes glanced at the other boy, who waved.

“H-Hello,” Lewis said.

The kid dived back into the water.

“W-Wait!” Lewis yelled. “I-I’m not going to hurt you!”

The kid slowly came out of the water and was able to show his face. Lewis blushed to see the kid and got close to them, as the kid did the same.

“A-Are you a mermaid?” Lewis asked.

The kid gasped and using their teal tail splashed water at the human boy, who shielded himself from the sea water being splashed into his face.

“H-Hey!” Lewis yelled. Once removing his arm the merkid was gone. Lewis looked around hoping to find them, but sighed knowing he scared them off.

Lewis sighed and got up deciding to go home from the beach early today. However, just as he was about to leave, a splash of water hit his back causing him to shriek. He turned to see the merkid again, chuckling that he got him.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play, huh?” Lewis asked, smirking. He went back to the water and splashed the merkid back.

The merkid shrieked and laughed before splashing Lewis back. The two kids kept splashing one another and laughing. Lewis didn’t care he was going to be soaking wet going home, he was having fun.

After a bit of splashing each other, the two stopped and laughed. Lewis smiled and got close to the merkid, “so you are a mermaid.”

The kid frowned and turned, which made Lewis concerned. “Well, technically I am, but I’m a merman.” The kid spoke.

“Oh.” Lewis realized. “Sorry, darling.”

“It’s fine.” The merman replied.

“Well, what’s your name? I’m Lewis Bright.” Lewis introduced himself.

The merman was about to open his mouth to say his name, but closed it as he blushed in embarrassment sinking into the water.

Lewis frowned, “what’s wrong? Don’t you have a name?” He asked.

“I-I do!” The merman exclaimed. “It’s just… my name is very girly and I hate it.”

“What is it?”

The merman ushered the human boy closer. He leaned in and the merman whispered his name to him before blushing red.

Lewis chuckled, “okay! Your name is really cute, but it is very girly!” He laughed. The merman groaned as he splashed Lewis with his tail. The human boy coughed as some seawater got into his mouth. “Sea water! Yuck!”

“You deserve it.” The merman replied.

“Sorry darling.” Lewis apologized. Suddenly he got an idea, “hey why don’t I give you a new name?”

The merman looked surprised as he faced the human boy. “A-A new name?” He asked.

Lewis nodded, “something you like and what I can call you.”

The merman thought for a bit and agreed on it, anything better than his birth name. “If you can think of something I like then it’s okay with me.” He said.

“Awesome!” Lewis exclaimed. He then tried to think of male names that would fit his new friend. “Michael?”

The merman shook his head.

“Hmm…Sunny? Henry? Jeremy?” Lewis asked.

“Nope.” The merman replied, glaring.

Lewis thought harder, and his eyes widened as an idea came to mind. He remembers reading a horror series about a boy exploring haunted places with the help of a star. “What about, Wiatt?”

The merman blinked and turned. “Wiatt?” He asked. Lewis nodded. The merman thought and said the name again and smiled. “I like it.”

“Alright, it’s nice to meet you Wiatt.” Lewis said with a beaming smile.

Wiatt chuckled, “it’s nice to meet you too Lewis.” He replied.

“So Wiatt,” Lewis started as he took off his sandals again and dipped his feet in the water again, “what are you doing around here?”

Wiatt dived underwater and seconds later popped out and showed Lewis his seaweed bag filled with random items. He opened the bag and inside were shells, jewels, and trinkets. “Treasure Hunting.” He answered. “I like to explore different islands and beaches to collect items.”

Lewis smiled and gave a light chuckle. Wiatt reminded him of the mermaid from the movie, the Little Mermaid. “Amazing!” He beamed. Wiatt nodded. “How does your family feel about it darling?” Wiatt frowned and turned away. Lewis saw the merman’s change in emotion and frowned. “Oh s-sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Wiatt replied. “I lost my family recently, so I’m one of the few merfolk left.”

Lewis frowned not knowing what to say, he then reached out his hand, which confused the merman. “Well at least you got a friend.” He said.

Wiatt chuckled and held Lewis’s hand. “Thanks Lewis.”

Lewis smiled slightly blushing.

“Lewis!” A female voice called out.

The young boy let go of the merman’s hand, as he recognized the voice.

“Lewis! Come on, it's almost time for dinner!”

“Mom!” Lewis exclaimed. He quickly pulled his feet out of the water and put back on his sandals. Before he could head over to his mom, he turned to his new friend feeling bad for leaving him so abruptly. “I-I don’t mean to leave you so soon, but think I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Wiatt smiled and nodded, “I’ll be waiting right here.” He said.

“Great! See you tomorrow, darling!” Lewis yelled before running off. 

Wiatt blushed at being called “darling,” and smiled before grabbing his treasures and leaving the beach to discover more hidden treasure.

Lewis’s mother, Danica, waited by the beach looking for her son. It’s been a while, and she hoped her son didn’t drown or went further away from the shoreline. Before she could go looking for him, she saw her son running over.

“Mom!” Lewis yelled.

“Lewis!” Danica beamed. Once her son was closer to her, she saw how soaking wet he was. “Lewis, why are you all wet?”

Lewis looked at himself and forgot he and Wiatt were splashing each other. “Oh I accidently fell into the ocean.” He lied.

His mother sighed, “well luckily I brought your towel. Come on, we got to head home for dinner.” She said, handing her son his towel that had stars and planets on them.

He took the towel and wrapped it around him. “Thanks, Mom,” he said. Danica smiled and wrapped her arm around him as the two walked home to eat dinner. Lewis looked out at the ocean hoping his new friend Wiatt was alright. He couldn't wait to see him again tomorrow and hear what adventures Wiatt went while he was gone.

[mchlgayser]

𓂃⭑ᜊ: SHE WASN'T A BOY?! ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: I write this the longest I think(?) I may or may not like this story but then again idk. It's one of my many 'random ideas' that just popped into my head, I hope you like it!! xx ( change of povs )

𓂃⭑ᜊ: content warning: none

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

It's Saturday! The day Jude was finally able to meet his childhood friend again. Many moons ago when he was barely seven and started school he had a friend he loved to call as 'Dash', his soccer mate whom he met when he plays at the playground. They were inseparable, clinging onto each other all the time, their parents are coincidentally closed friends too.

Before Jude had Jobe as a brother this guy was his best mate but one year after that, 'Dash' had to moved in back to his old hometown, his grandparents live somewhere far Jude could not remember but ever since then he lost contact with the 'pretty eyes' boy.

But last night, his parents break the big news about his old friends coming back to town to continue studying and Jude was more than happy to follow them to the airport and fetch the L/ns.

Jude dressed in a simple shirt and black sweatpants, trod downstairs to see his parents already on the living room waiting for him. They got inside their car and left their residence to the airport.

Once arrived, Jude was the first to get out, already excited as he is to meet again with his childhood mate. They got to the departure area, and his parents immediately spotted the L/ns but someone's missing. Dash wasn't there.

He greeted them like normal and Dash's dad starts going on about how is he in his club and he politely answered them, eyes still roaming around the hall 'I'm sorry but where is Dash?' They both look at each other and then back to Jude 'Dash? ...Oh do you mean Y/n?' He was a bit taken aback, what Y/n? Who's that?

'No I mean by Dash, your-'

'There she is!' He swarms his head around to see a girl, around his age, hair y/h/c. He was stunned, was that Dash? His childhood mate? Like for real?

She stopped right in front of him and smile 'Hey Jude!' She had a kind and gentle smile but it was lazy too. Her eyes drooped, but it was shiny and so pretty, and her hair covered some parts of her face, not to mention the headphone that are on her head too. It was blocking his view.

He was not able to speak, too stunned by the sudden shocking information, does that mean that his best mate all this time had been a girl?! Like a real girl?! Y/n laugh at his old best friend's behavior 'What's up with you Judy?' You called him by his nickname and stoned.

Their parents excused themselves to let the two talks, Jude started first 'Who's Dash then?' Y/n glance at him and shrugged 'A character from The Incredibles, he was my childhood.' At this point, the poor boy was beyond shocked 'So you've been using 'fake name' and I had no clue?!' She laughs 'I was so obsessed back then, I just wanted everyone to call me that and it includes you.'

'But I thought I was special?' She snorted and cross her arms 'Everyone are the same, anyway.' Jude gaze at her for a good minute before they abruptly stopped by a cafe 'Want a drink?' He hums not resisting the girl's request. After all, they are not stranger but instead good, good friends.

Y/n ordered drinks for them and they sat by a table for two, 'So how're you now?' Jude asked her, she looked at him 'Good, not better. What about you? Other than still being so damn good at soccer?' A lace of sarcasm lingers in between her sentence, and this makes Jude laugh 'Nah, nothing new about me other than soccer, skills improving eh? And you, what you do now?'

'I play instruments, catching on a new hobby, been hooked up to music since then.' He slips a small 'Oh' and nods 'You make music too?'

'Yeah, composing and write lyrics,' Jude learned new things bout his friend.

Y/n's liking for soccer was just another phase in her life, she's been into music after she moved out, form a school band with her best mates, wrote original songs, and composed. She told him about the place she moved in, a village 70% filled with old people with scary appearances. Almost every night with no electricity, a phase in life she used to shower outside by her grandparent's well.

A time of life she'll never forget, as she said it. Moved back to London but still somewhere distant when she was thirteen and moved back out months later to Malaysia until now.

'Teach me a few words then!' Jude exclaimed and she smile 'What do you want to know?' He thinks for a moment before replying; 'How're you.'

'Apa khabar?' Jude repeated it with his thick accent making Y/n chortle 'That's terrible!' He scoff at her remark and rolled his eyes at her 'Want to try something else?'

'Nevermind!' He deadpanned, looking at her almost judging making her snort. Their drinks arrived sometime later and they took a sip 'This feels good in my throat!' She moaned in ecstasy.

They talk for more and catch up even deeper, and later, Y/n's parents ring 'Hello?' She picked up and eyed Jude 'Yeah sure!'

'They deserted us! Never mind I'll book us a cab and meanwhile, you can guide me around London and the places we used to go to. I missed it.' He warmly smiles 'That would be great!'

They finished their drinks and left the airport, thankfully Y/n's parents escorted her baggage, She and Jude went around without a specific destination, just paying the cab driver a huge amount of cash to bring them both wherever they ordered.

They went around every place their mind could think of, every spot and shop to reminisce back on the good memories. Eventually, the ride comes to an end when Jude directs the driver to a familiar playground area. The neighborhood was the same, the identical bakery across the street was still there, but the paint renewed from sky blue to cotton candy pink walls.

The swing, the slide but some plays are mostly new.

'This place, I met you under there and you were crying because your mom won't buy you an ice cream for you.' Y/n joked about as Jude elbowed her hastily on the stomach 'Ow! What?'

The two sat on the swing for hours and eating ice cream, the sun are about to set, the sky painted with orange and yellow-ish hue, the cloudless sky are filled with a flock of birds as the two filmed the scene in their mind, not wanting to forget this beautiful day.

'It was nice meeting with you again 'Dash'.' Jude confessed, still licking his ice cream cone, Y/n had the whole ice cream inside her mouth and hummed 'Yesh! Me too!' She get the ice cream out of her mouth and smiles 'Likewise.'

After hours spent there, they finally decided to go home, Jude insisted that the cab sent you home first so you accepted.

The ride was not silence, the faint radio background had you and Jude both singing to it, not loudly but enough to light up the night even more, already feel warm and comfy with each other, the next song rolling had both you and him silently squealing, it was So Sick by Ne-Yo.

'Now that I'm alone...'

'Thanks for today, I had a great time. It's nice to see you again, Judy!' He hugs your form and smiles into your shoulder 'I had a fantastic day today, despite being a little surprised that you weren't actually... You know, no D-word.' A loud laughter erupts from your mouth 'Stupid, but I'm glad you had a fantastic time.' You smile and tore off from the hug 'See you tomorrow!'

'Text me!' He yelled and waved over your direction. You waved back and smile.

[ladykailitha]

Little Runaway Part 7

Oh my god you guys, seriously you all are amazing. I am really loving the reactions to this story. There is just one more part to go and it’s a sweet little epilogue. This is the showdown. The moment you’ve all been waiting for.

Also if you asked to be tagged after the limit of twenty, I’m sorry. I have the limit for a reason. I’m not doing it because I’m being elitist or whatever, my poor little ADHD brain starts getting frustrated and wanting to cry just doing the 20 I’ve got, but I do it because it makes me happy people want to be informed the next time a part goes up. I don’t know how people with dozens do it.

Plus tagging adds more time putting up the parts. Something that would take five minutes on AO3 (because they keep track of all the chapters for you) could take anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour depending on how many parts there are, and how many have been put up (I go and crosslink on EVERY part to make sure if a part in the middle gets found in the wild all by its lonesome the person can read the previous and subsequent parts). Add tagging to that and you can see the time starts to really add up. 

Again thank you for all the love and support this little story has gotten. The last part will be up tonight after I eat dinner and then (cold permitting) I’ll put up the first part of Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town before I go to bed.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Eddie walked into the police station and right up to Hopper’s desk. He leaned on it with both hands and stared directly into Hopper’s eyes.

“I need you to arrest me,” he bit out. “Now.”

“What the hell?” Hopper asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Mr Harrington knows I know where Steve is,” he breathed. “I can’t let him get to me to get to Steve. If you need a reason, I have two baggies of weed in my jacket pocket. Please. I don’t want to see him get hurt.”

Hopper gulped. “Well there is a rumor you kidnapped him, so...”

Eddie nodded and held out his hands together at the wrist. “Save him, please.”

*

Steve was sitting on the sofa reading when Wayne came home from work.

“Where’s Eddie?” he asked on his way to the fridge.

Steve shrugged. “He just said he had errands to run.”

Wayne came back with two beers and handed one to Steve. Steve swung his feet off the sofa to let Wayne sit down. Steve set the book down and popped the lid off his bottle and then did the same for Wayne’s when the older man raised an eyebrow.

“Neat trick,” Wayne said, taking a swig.

Steve shrugged. “Turns out years of baseball, basketball, and swimming make you a strong person. I don’t do those things anymore, but I keep working out to keep that strength up.”

“That how you were able to break Clint’s nose?” Wayne asked.

“Yeah,” Steve murmured. “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know how much to hold back when punching, because when I hit most of the time there is no holding back.”

“What have you got to be hitting that needs to be hit that hard, boy?” he asked.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t tell you. I can get into a lot of trouble if I tell people. The only ones that know are the ones that have seen it for themselves. But I have seen things that have made grown men shit their pants. I have been hunted by things that would haunt the nightmares of the hardest of souls. I have been actually tortured and drugged. And yet face to face with my own father and I chickened out like a bitch.”

Wayne stared at the boy that should have had the dream life. Rich parents, everything he could have asked for. But instead nothing but heartache and loss for this kid. Because despite Steve almost being twenty, he was still a kid.

He put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and was about to say something when the phone rang. He frowned and got up to answer it.

As he said hello, a curly haired teenager in a trucker hat came barreling through his front door.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Someone at Hellfire snitched and your dad is on his way here.”

Steve worked to calm Dustin while Wayne listened to the other person on the other end of the line, making the appropriate noises. Then he hung up.

“You must be Dustin,” Wayne said coming back over to the sofa.

Dustin looked over at Wayne as if he was seeing him for the first time. “Oh. Yeah. Um...sorry. For barging in like that, but I really needed to see Steve.”

Wayne chuckled. “Don’t worry, your friend here is going to be just fine.” He cocked his head to the side. “How did you get here so fast? I just barely got the call myself what was going down.”

“My mom drove me,” Dustin said, staring at the floor.

“Claudia is here?” Wayne asked. Dustin nodded. “Good. The more the merrier.” He turned to Steve. “Under the sink, behind the Draino is your bag. It’ll be up to you to decide what you want to do with it.”

Steve nodded.

Wayne walked outside.

There standing in a semi-circle was Claudia Henderson, Joyce Byers, and Sheriff Jim Hopper. Standing off to the side, was Eddie who was hugging his ribs. Wayne joined the semi-circle just as Clint Harrington pulled up to the trailer park and got out of his car.

“Sheriff!” Clint yelled. “I want that man arrested for kidnapping my son!” He pointed angrily at Eddie, who looked down.

“I don’t know about that,” Wayne said. “Hey, Steve! You being held against your will?”

Dustin and Steve came out of the trailer slowly, the backpack slung over one shoulder.

“No, sir,” Steve said, looking his father in the eye. “I am not.”

“Liar!” Clint bellowed. “Don’t you be believing a word out of his mouth. He’s been brainwashed.”

“No I haven’t,” Steve said, feeling a little bit more bold knowing he had people who would protect him.

“You leave that boy alone,” Joyce said. “He’s gone through enough.”

Claudia crossed her arms. “Agreed.”

“You better get out of my way,” Clint growled.

Hopped pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. “This here is a warrant for your arrest for the assault of Steven Harrington.”

Clint laughed. “You can’t prove a god damn thing.”

“Actually we can,” Hopper continued. “Steve was smart enough to take pictures after your little tussle and the bruises will match up with your ring.”

Clint went to work it off his finger, but Wayne stepped up to stop him. “I think I’ll be taking that for the Sheriff if you don’t mind.”

Clint growled, but handed it over. He walked back over to Hopper who was holding a baggy for Wayne to drop it into. Hopper sealed the bag and stuck it in his pocket.

“What do you say, Steve?” Hopper called over his shoulder. “Should we lock up this bastard and throw away the key?”

Steve held out his hand to Eddie. Eddie looked at it, unsure and then came over to take it. Steve pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “What do you think I should do?”

Eddie cupped Steve’s face with his free hand. “You know what to do. You’re a good person, Steve. Do what feels right.”

“You fag, get away from my son!” Clint shouted. He tried to push past the four adults, but they closed ranks and wouldn’t let him through.

Steve breathed in.

“You’ve got this, baby,” Eddie assured him.

Steve nodded. He stepped away from Eddie and tossed the backpack at his dad. “Everything you want is in there. Just take it and leave. Know this. If I or any of my friends see you in Hawkins ever again, the Sheriff will arrest you.”

Hopper grinned. “I like that plan.”

“I’ll cut you off!” Clint snarled. “You’ll be penniless and homeless without me, you ingrate!”

Steve laughed. “I could stay at any number of these fine people’s houses and be welcome for as long as I needed. And as for penniless? I’ve already got a job lined up that I think will make me very happy. And maybe if I’m lucky, a boy who loves me.” He turned to Eddie, who was blushing deep.

Wayne chuckled. “You heard the man, Clint. Get the hell out of Dodge and stay the fuck away from my boys.”

Clint growled and stalked off to his car, the tires peeling out on the gravel as he tore out of the trailer pack as if the hounds of hell were on his tail.

Steve shook his head. “Doesn’t he know that’s bad for his tires?”

Everyone turned to look at Steve in shock and amazement before bursting into laughter.

Claudia took Dustin home and Hopper took Joyce, leaving Steve with the Munsons.

“Is it over?” Eddie asked.

“I’d give Clint a couple days to clear out,” Wayne said. “But yeah. I think it’s over.”

“Does this mean I can stay?” Steve asked, looking up through his lashes.

Wayne rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I was thinking of upgrading to a double wide with two bedrooms. I think we could just about afford it if you help pay rent.”

Steve lit up and turned to Eddie. “You hear that? You’re stuck with me now.”

Eddie smiled and leaned in. “I think it’s the other way round. You’re stuck here with me.”

Steve smiled softly. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

Epilogue

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[myloveforhergoeson]

Hiya! 😊 You're now a writer for the show. What three episode storylines are you gonna write? (In other words, what are you gonna make the boys do?)

ohm y god i literally have so many episode ideas but i'll try not to repeat any of the ones i've made posts about (except my first bullet bc im so passionate about it) so i'll give you my big list. most if not all will likely be something i DO end up writing about in my own story because ehehe i love making them do things

ones i think i've mentioned before:

a returning to minnesota chapter!! not for anything but nostalgia, getting to see the guy's favorite places, seeing their friends and families, bringing them back to realize how far they'd come. not so shy spon for my fic but i wrote a chapter like this last month and it's probably one of my favorite things i've written to date. it let me explore some of the boys' past, family dynamics, a little bit about Katie and agh i can't believe btr didn't capitalize on that at least once. ik its expensive to fund sets and hire new actors but idk i imagine it like an hour special where they could afford to shell out a bit more. idc when it happens, could be after they sign their record contract or the last episode or whatever :)

sketch comedy episode, something akin to saturday night live or so random

graduation! like you and i talked about lol i think it would be sweet

get me in the writers room stat:

originally i'd planned a "home alone lost in new york" like chapter for my story around thanksgiving where the boys are going to perform at the parade in town but they end up having their own adventure around the city beforehand. boyish antics, screaming gustavo, beautiful scenes, the works. i was just in too much of a slump to actually put it to paper :)

more tour-focused chapters (again, spon for my own fic lol) the episode in Canada was cute and the one on the bus was fun but idk there's just so many elements toward touring that i think they could've capitalized on; homesickness (for CA or MN), hardship of a go go go schedule, or fun things like being able to travel with your best friends and not ending up on the world's most wanted list lol. i know they tried really hard with this one so i don't blame them too much but my vision is just different and that's okay!

crossovers! while i'm so very happy dan schnider didn't have either of his disgusting hands in big time rush, i do remember watching the icarly/victorious crossover for the first time and wishing big time rush were there. it takes place in LA! the victorious kids are singers! carly, sam, and Freddie are pop culture experts! it would've worked really well :) so i'm writing that as a chapter for my fic LMAO

generally either an episode focusing in on or more scenes including james and lucy since the writers wanted them to be together so bad. inherently there's nothing wrong with them being together, but i do not think the relationship was given enough time to develop. give me lucy discovering her feelings for him, give me james not being creepy and obsessive about her; something more needed to be done on both of their parts to make me believe in it

additionally on that note more with jo/kendall and logan/camille; i love them both but they also had little development, just more than james/lucy. maybe they give carlos a gf (not alexa IMO, sorry. that got into weird territory for me idk why they made him be with a "real" person when he isn't other than they were already together irl) earlier and they can all have like conversations about their gfs and how much they love being together idk

and another generally, there were many songs btr put out that i love so much and feel like deserved their own episodes for hehe. i know not all of them have storylines easily transposed but i think they used confetti falling like four different times in the last season when any other love song from their third album could have been placed instead

and also another generally, and i know the early 2000s would've never allowed this for children's television but they should have and i'm the writer now!!!, but more representation all around. maybe some episodes about cultural heritage that didn't make stereotypes the main focus, canon LGBTQIA+ characters, holidays that aren't christmas, aspects like that where all kids can see themselves represented... LA is such a huge melting pot, it's not all white kids trying to make their dreams come true!

good god that was long SORRY AKJBSKJGBAB i have a lot to say and there's a lot im trying to incorporate into my story to add in what i think enhances the already present storyline. that's what's so beautiful about fandom, i love that we can have conversations like this :)

but what about you? anything you'd like to add in? i'd love to know <3 thank you for the question!

ask me a question! save my life!

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 20/03/2024

old town ribbon race

Season 4 Episode 1 Featured on: The SiIvaGunner Spooktacular Halloween Horror Special Collection '17​-​'19

Ripped by Moder112

Y'know, I've had this rip in the drafts for a pretty long while - I've wanted to write about it for so long, but its almost difficult to explain why I like it so. I sometimes wonder how many other people are as attached to the original Intro Title / Minigame Theme - Barbie Horse Adventures: Blue Ribbon Race as I am - it was a genuinely shocking little rip that managed to utilize the creepiness of the original song, whilst also tying it all subtly to the ongoing side story of Mr. Rental's rampage on SiIvaGunner. Yet it was the kind of rip that didn't make its presence all too known after the fact - save for a big reappearance on SiIvaGunner Fusion Records last year with *** EVERYTHING IS FINE ***, the rip's appearances have been pretty darn scarce. That is, at least, on SiIva - what I learned in researching for coverage on old town ribbon race, is that the meme took on a life on its own elsewhere in the internet.

That's right, it's fan channel time again - the very same one that V​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​a​-​V​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​v​-​r covered not that long ago, even. Its always a bit difficult to discern...anything, about Vvvvvavvvvvvr from the outside looking in, because of just how vast and bizarre its output is - its a channel that accepts submissions of just about ANY kind and has made it its brand to basically be a dumping ground for any sort of vip (Vavr's name for high quality rips) possible. Yet through it all, in 2017, a certain familiar Barbie game for Game Boy Advance made a reappearance - with a vip simply named Horse: Blue Ribbon. From there, the meme was reborn on the channel as just "Horse", mainly using a remix of the original theme by ripper Moder112 as its main source for future vips - continuing to see use pretty regularly in a number of bizarre, spooky rips.

All of that was, of course, entirely lost on me - yet in a way, that made discovering old town ribbon race on SiIva all the more impactful for me. I had no clue that others remembered this bizarre one-off horror rip as much as I did, nor that there had secretly been this subset of rippers already fiddling around with how to turn this eerie theme into something so hummable. Old Town Road is a song I already find deviously catchy, one I've covered before with Mob Corral - and so to me, old town ribbon race wound up feeling like the perfect culmination to things all those years later. The rip that had filled my 2016 self with such intrigue was now finally being played around with in fun, creative ways - by, as I'd now later learn, none other than the very same ripper who'd been doing so for years beforehand without me knowing.

There is of course a comedy to old town ribbon race inherently, in making a country/pop banger out of a theme otherwise most known for how much it unsettles people. But there's that other part as well - it IS genuinely a banger, using so many creative and fun GBA-quality samples that all feel in line with the original creepy song, even including the sampling of Among Us sound effects used for its percussion. A lot of the samples are from Moder112's prior mentioned remix, yet the authenticity of the rip was so good that I hardly even considered that as a possibility - it doesn't sound like its using anything "fan made" so much as its just naturally working outward of what Old Town Road would sound like in this style.

I'm really happy that nothing gets forgotten on SiIva - that was one of my big talking points in Violet Snow Memories, if you'll recall. This really isn't one of those cases, because Horse found a life all on its own - yet its almost just as fun to see how memes like it live on in such strange, silly ways. Meme evolution! How fun. old town ribbon race. What a good rip.

[missgurrl]

Hoofprints - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the live-in stable hand at Peña Ranch. What happens when the owner of the ranch’s son, Javier, comes back to town? Will you finally be able to open yourself up to love and trust after being hurt?

Word count: 1346

A/N: This is my first try at an actual fic! Kind words and constructive feedback welcome. Every like, reblog, and comment is appreciated and I am happy to add you to a taglist❤️

Read on AO3 Chapter 2

There is something so peaceful about being the first one in the barn at the start of a new day. The sun was just barely peaking over the horizon when you grabbed a bale of hay to start feeding out to the horses. You had been at this job for a little over a year now and were satisfied with your steady routine.

Two years before you landed this job, you wondered if you would ever be happy again. You felt as if your world crumbled at the snap of someone’s fingers. That someone was your ex-fiance. When he cheated on you 3 months before your wedding date, you knew you had to get away. It didn’t need to be far, but you did need a fresh start. After some much needed TLC and spending time healing from your heartbreak at your parents’ house, you found a job listing on Craigslist of all places. A stablehand was needed in a town called Laredo - about an hour from you. It was the perfect opportunity because not only would you be able to live on the property rent free, but you also could bring your dog with you. As a lifetime horse rider whose dreams had been hindered due to finances growing up, you were eager to accept the position.

You bonded with the owner of the ranch, Chucho, and felt as if you knew him your whole life. He was friendly and caring, but also had a no-nonsense attitude which you appreciated. Many days were spent in the saddle with light chit chat and laughter along Chucho. He always invited you into his home for dinner and asked if you wanted to tag along for his weekly trip to the feed store. You could sense his loneliness, probably because you were no stranger to loneliness yourself. He talked about “his boy” and how he was off “fighting the bad guys” in Colombia often. You could see how proud he was of him by the gleam in his eyes.

It had been a long day in the Texas sun. A herd of cows got out on your lunch break and Chucho was nowhere to be found, so you had to wrangle them back into their pasture by yourself. Thankfully you had your cattle dog Gizmo and trusty horse Whiskey to help, though. Once you were done with afternoon chores all you could think about was taking a cool shower to wash the sweat and grime of today’s work off you.

After your shower, you changed into a sports bra and soft athletic shorts. You left your hair wet since the only thing calling your name tonight was your ceiling fan and a new movie you picked up yesterday from Blockbuster. Tonight was the night that Chucho met with the Agricultural Society, so you turned the burner on to make a simple grilled cheese.

The sound of knocking on your door startled you since you thought you were the only one on the ranch. Gizmo barked as you made your way over to the screen door.

Standing before you was the face of a man you had never met before, but he did look oddly familiar. He was wearing a pair of aviators along with tight jeans and a pink button-up shirt. He had dark, thick hair, a mustache, and was holding a casserole dish with tinfoil over it. You audibly gulped before putting a smile on your face to greet him, hoping he didn’t notice the way you were looking at him.

“Hey, I’m Javier. My pop wanted me to bring you dinner since he has his meeting tonight” he said. He reached his free hand out to you but couldn't pull his eyes away from looking at you up and down from behind his sunglasses.

Duh. This is Javi. He’s even more handsome in person.

You gave Javier your name and thanked him for walking your dinner over to your modest guest house. He took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his shirt pocket, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his dark eyes were.

“Well, enjoy your dinner” he said while shifting his balance from his heel to his toe.

“Did you eat yet?!” you blurted out before thinking.

“Uh, no I haven’t” he replied with a tilt of his head. You stepped aside to let him in and then realized what you were wearing. Feeling self-conscious, you told Javier to take a seat and that you’d be right back. You hurried to your room and scrambled to find a pale blue tank top to throw over your sports bra and threw your hair into a messy bun.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company tonight or else I wouldn’t have looked like this” you said, avoiding his gaze while you grabbed two plates and utensils from your cupboard.

God, this is so awkward. Act normal!

Javier cleared his throat and said, “You’re fine. My pops wasn’t even expecting me. Called him from the airport last minute this morning for a ride,” he chuckled.

The awkwardness in the room seemed to dissipate when you both found something to talk about.

“Oh wow, I bet he was so excited to see you, though. He talks about you all the time,” you said with a smile on your face as you sat down across from him at the table.  

Javier looked up at you and grinned, “I’ve heard a lot about you too, ya know. He said that you’re a great worker and I think that he’s really enjoyed your company”.

You looked down at your plate with a smile on your face and muttered how nice of him that was to say.

The rest of the dinner consisted of you filling Javier in on all the updates at the ranch. You talked about how the old animals were doing as well as some of the new horses you got in during his absence. Javier admired how passionate you were about your work, and it was refreshing for him to see your enthusiasm about something so pure. After many years of Hell in Colombia, seeing your face light up while talking about the new colt Chucho got for you to train, “Beau”, almost made his heart swell. Yet, he still tried to ignore that feeling.

After finishing your dinner, you got up and took his plate to put in the sink.

“Sorry, I’ve totally been babbling on and on about these horses. I’m guessing you aren’t into this stuff as much as I am since you chose a different career path,” you apologized.

Javier shook his head and asked, “Why do you say that? I’m enjoying being filled in on everything I missed while I was gone.” He smiled again and you watched the way his chest was rising and falling. He just kept his eyes on you and suddenly you could feel all the blood rushing to your face. How was he making you feel this way? You acknowledged the fact that you hadn’t really had any experience with men since your dreaded ex-fiancé and chalked it up to that.

All you could manage was a giggle and a small “okay” in return.

The sun was starting to set for the night, so you mentioned how you had to be up early for chores and that you’d walk him to the door.

“It was nice meeting you, Javier. You’re welcome over anytime. I don’t get many visitors besides your dad” you chuckled and hoped that you weren’t being too forward. It would be nice to have another friend. If that friend was extremely attractive, well, that was just a plus… right?

“Javi. You can call me Javi,” he said softly. He took a deep breath before turning to the door. Looking over his shoulder he called your name and said, “Thanks for taking care of my pop while I was gone. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” you responded gently, “night Javi.”

You watched him walk back to the main house with a smile on your face.

Chapter 2

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Hello yes, for the WIP questions, I am intrigued by Wei Wuxian getting arrested?

Okay so! There's this angsty teen movie that I used to love when I was an angsty teen (and recently rewatched for the nostalgia factor) called 'According To Greta'. It stars Hilary Duff as Greta, an edgy, suicidal, problem child teenager sent to live with her grandparents for the summer in New Jersey, and no one is really happy about the arrangement. She starts seeing this boy named Julie who's a linecook at a restaurant in town, and when she finds out he was arrested and sent to juvie as a teenager for joyriding she decides to invite him over and use him to shock her grandparents' conservative sensibilities. He's a nice guy and the grandparents end up liking him which Greta is pissed about, and Julie's pissed because he doesn't appreciate being used like that and tells her so. Of course they make up and go on their merry little summer romance way -- to the point where Greta invites Julie up to her room one night to try to sleep with him, but the grandparents' nosy neighbor sees him climbing the trellis and calls the cops to come arrest him, and the grandparents believe for a brief minute or two that he's gone back to his criminal ways to rob their house (which is cleared up without him actually getting arrested).

But! all of this to say - I just had it in my head that it might be a fun little angsty scene to have a WWX who's been kicked out of the Jiang house come to LWJ for a place to sleep for the night. WWX is having a shitty night and has no idea what he's going to do next, LWJ (who doesn't know what's going on with the Jiangs) is wondering if this is finally the night all his secret teen romance dreams come true, and then the cops show up to arrest WWX because someone in the Lans' prissy uptight neighborhood saw him climbing up the trellis to LWJ's room and decided to call 911 about a suspected burglary. That's about as far as I got and I don't know if I'll continue it or not, but here's most of it!

--//--

“Lan Zhan,” he whispers, tapping carefully on his window. It’s thick and double paned but he’s just barely tapping it with one knuckle, half afraid and half hoping that Lan Zhan sleeps lightly.

He knocks for a good while, maybe ten minutes he thinks, before a bleary-eyed Lan Zhan glares at him through the glass, his scowl almost hidden by the reflection of the full moon. Wuxian hunches his shoulders a bit and tries to look apologetic as he waves, a weak, half-hearted thing that at least convinces Lan Zhan to open the window.

“Wei Ying?” he breathes and Wuxian thinks he could cry, if he let himself. Lan Zhan always says his name so gently, so long as Wuxian hasn’t pissed him off lately. “Why- what are you doing?”

“Can’t a boy visit another boy in the middle of the night without it being weird?” he asks with none of his usual breeziness. Even Wuxian is well aware that it’s terrible reasoning and Lan Zhan would have every reason to shut the window again and leave him outside; not that that would be so bad either, it’s a mild summer night and the widow’s walk is a perfectly quiet and private place to sleep if he must do it outside.

“…Mn. The screen-“ Lan Zhan finally murmurs and Wuxian blinks uncomprehendingly for a long moment. It takes Lan Zhan lifting the window up as high as it will go and pressing his hand meaningfully against the big screen still blocking the opening before Wuxian laughs, self-deprecating, and hurries to help Lan Zhan with all the fiddly little pieces of metal holding it in place. When they’re all loosened Lan Zhan pops it out, both of them freezing the moment after to make sure the noise didn’t carry far enough to wake Lan Qiren.

Wuxian clambers into Lan Zhan’s bedroom and spares a moment to be glad that the other boy hadn’t bothered to turn on his lamp. Still, caution is a virtue and so Wuxian makes a little show out of examining the room for the softest patch of the floor to sleep on, goading and pushing until Lan Zhan says, stiff as a board, “We may share.”

Sharing is so fucking good, too. Sharing means Lan Zhan’s warm back pressed against his, and the whisper quiet of his regular breathing, and the knowledge that nothing that can hurt him will find him here.

But then, of course: he should’ve known better than to trust his luck.

It feels like no sooner has he closed his eyes to bask in Lan Zhan’s proximity on his way to sleeping than he’s startled awake again by a sudden whooping, cutting on and off strangely in a way he recognizes instinctively before he even opens his eyes to see red and blue flashing through Lan Zhan’s bedroom in dizzying snapshots.

“Shit -“ he hisses, launching himself out of bed “- fuck!!” A quick glance out the window shows not one but two squad cars, and Wuxian backs away from the nonexistent protection the glass offers quickly enough that he bumps into Lan Zhan behind him.

“Wei Ying?”

“Fuck, I have to go, sorry Lan Zhan I just-“ Wuxian makes it to the bedroom door before he remembers Lan Qiren’s presence somewhere on the other side of it.

“Wei Ying!”

“Sorry, Lan Zhan, I’m sorry-“ he stammers as he brushes past him and shoves the window up its track again. He stumbles out onto the widow’s walk, foot catching on the sill before he rights himself. He’s barely thinking beyond a panicked need to run as he swings over the railing and finds purchase in the same trellis he’d climbed up, hidden somewhat in the shadows between the Lan house, their privacy fence, and the house next door. He descends as quickly as he can, heart rabbiting in his chest and his sweat-slick hands slipping on the smooth bark and leaves of the climbing vine.

He’s roughly three feet away from solid ground and the ability to run for his life when rough hands yank him down and throw him towards the road; there’s no recovering his balance on this one and he goes down hard with a grunt, the pavement scraping up both hands and the arm he’d landed on. He scrabbles to his feet, shoes scuffing on the pavement, but finds himself abruptly caught in a chokehold, his feet flailing wildly as he tries to throw the fucking bastard choking off his air off-balance enough to get free.

“Wei Ying!!”

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” Lan Qiren’s bellow is by far the loudest thing to happen yet save the chirping of the sirens, and Wuxian is at least pleased to see two of the officers standing by to grab him flinch away from the absolute fury of a be-slippered Lan Qiren coming down the front stairs, furiously belting a robe over his pajamas. “You!”

“We got a call about an intruder, sir, and we just caught him sneaking back out,” the officer holding him grunts; Wuxian kicks his feet again and tries to ignore the edges of his vision starting to fuzz out. 

“Shufu, please-“ oh Lan Zhan’s here now, Wuxian realizes. He must be hallucinating from the lack of oxygen or something, because Lan Zhan looks more distressed than Wuxian has ever seen him.

[sometimesibewriting]

Bad Boys Never win

✨Summary: You go to Karakura Town High School a school known for gangs and delinquents. While leaving at the end of a school day you encounter trouble, that you believe you can handle but once that trouble starts it turns out to be more than you can handle

📃Wordcount: Around 3K

💙I saw the Bleach April Fools dating sim back in April and this idea popped into my head and I got to writing. I always loved this look on Uryu since the day I found the official art on Pinterest. So happy to see it redone in an anime-like style if if it was for an April Fool's joke.

❌Warnings: Cursing, violence against women, talk of blood and injuries.

❤️AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49720216

It was your decision not to get involved with the students of Karakura High, you just wanted to have peace. Little did you know keeping your head down and out of trouble made you a target.

Getting good grades gets people intrigued in you, but mix that with going out of your way to not interact with anyone, and people get the idea that you think you are better than them. Joining a gang was law here and not doing that also put you in the spotlight.

Your arms felt like they were going to fall off as you tried to scrub the profanity on the desk, “They really used a good marker this time.” You said to yourself as you dipped the rag in water again.

“You know my offer still stands.”

You rolled your eyes, Where did she even come from? You looked up to see Rukia Kuchiki, who was the leader of one of the most influential girl gangs in school.

Rukia jumped off the desk she was sitting on and stood in front of you looking down at the words. They were slightly smudging but she could still read them.

Ignoring her you scrubbed harder. "I'm offering you a helping hand. Join my group and I'll make sure stuff like this never happens." Rukia's tone was serious.

"What's the catch?" You weren’t interested but it wouldn’t hurt to entertain the idea, Rukia smirked. “Smart. I need a tutor and seeing as you are in the top Te-”

“Absolutely not.” You cut her off.

Rukia gave you a look that would scare most people as you dried the table the words weren't gone but they were now unreadable due to smudging. You threw the cloth over your shoulder and walked away struggling with the bucket. Rukia grabbed one side.

“My brother has been cutting my allowance due to my dropping grades but I do have money saved, I can pay you, and on top of that I can offer you protection.”

The last thing you needed was to be seen with Rukia Kuchiki, even if it was just to study. You paused as if thinking about her proposition. "I've been at this school two years I'm used to how the students treat me, protection is the least of my worries. I'm sorry but you'll have to find another tutor." 

Without another word, you grabbed the bucket from her and left the classroom.

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Despite it being late afternoon there were students lingering after school. You would think delinquents would want to leave the school grounds as soon as possible yet they stayed to do who knows what. You walked through the halls towards the back of the school as it was the faster path to take. A bunch of guys hung around a fence, you paid them no mind.

"Hey!" 

One of them shouted. You kept walking as if you didn't hear him almost reaching the exit, suddenly someone violently grabbed your arm. "Didn't hear me talking to you? Huh?" He sneered looking you all over, once he realized who you were he laughed. "You one of those top students ain't yah? Say we need help with homework care to come with us." He looked over to his group of friends who had devilish smiles on their faces.  "Will give you drinks as a thank you."

You took note of the white ties and school uniforms it was obviously Nnoitra and his group. They were known for forcing girls to date them and do other things. Just your luck. 

"Why does everyone suddenly need a tutor..." You said to yourself, taking your arm out of his grip and walking off once again.

"That wasn't something you could say no to." You knew he was coming at you. When Nnoitra reached you, you turned around and kicked him in the nuts he let out a sharp gasp. His whole team looked at you in shock.

"You should have seen that coming from a mile away."

These words broke them out of their shocked trance as they ran to grab you. It was pretty easy to dodge them all, with each dodge you made sure to back up closer to the exist. That was until one of his henchmen put his leg out behind you causing you to fall.

“Shit.”

Your skirt got caught on the fence ripping it slightly, thank god you wore safety shorts every day. 

"Girl with a smart mouth but no sense, I can't wait to shut you up. Fuck her up." Nnoitra said with wide-crazed eyes. He had somewhat recovered "I want the last hit as payback doe." You tried to get up but were pushed down every time. 

One of Nnoitra’s henchmen had you by the collar and was about to hit you. While you closed your eyes you traced back all of your decisions, trying to figure out where it all went wrong all while accepting the fact that they were going to beat you. You opened your eyes no punch ended up landing.

Instead, the guy fell to the ground screaming in pain. "Hurting a girl on school grounds, are you really that dumb?" You looked up and saw a guy with glasses and slick back hair. Of course, you recognized him from Kurosaki's gang but his name escaped you at the moment.

"Ishida." Nnoitra snorted. "My lucky day huh?" Ishida pushed up his glasses and then sighed. "Unfortunately it is not mine..." 

Uryu. Uryu Ishida. The name now comes to you had seen it on the grades listing, he was a top student, number one in fact.

"Make sure to get him and get him good," Nnoitra commanded. All three guys ran at Uryu, he took the book that was in his hands and threw it at the guy to his left causing him to fall. 

The guy in the middle came at him but he dodged it. Uryu was able to land a punch on him but the middle guy didn't go down.

A guy to Uryu's right slammed into his side but Uryu stayed standing. The guy then began punching him, Uryu lifted his leg and slammed it into him as the guy went to catch his breath causing him to fall to his knees and then lay down. A crowd of leftover students was now starting to form at the windows of the school. 

Sadly that left him open and Uryu got punched in the face. He staggered a bit his nose bleeding, he wiped it with his sleeve and went back to fighting. You were in awe at his fighting, Uryu really had skill. "I guess that's why he's in Kurosaki's gang." you thought as you watched.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you were picked up and slammed right into the fence. "I didn't forget about you," Nnorita yelled at you. He raised his leg to kick, knowing exactly where he was aiming you put up your hand to block the blow.

Nnorita staggered a little and then slumped over you, blood could be seen falling from his head. "Who da..." He healed his head and turned around. All his henchmen were on the dirt-filled school grounds, and Uryu stood right behind him. 

"You wanna leave the damn girl alone?" He fixed his glasses so they now lay straight on his face. Nnorita turned around with a scream and went to punch him. Uryu dodged it but it was a fake out and he was hit with Nnorita's left, the blow landing on his stomach causing Uryu to fall to his knees. As he went down Nnorita kicked him in the same place. Uryu was trying hard to catch his breath it also sounded like he was trying not to bring up his lunch as well.

Nnorita turned back to you putting his hands around your neck and squeezing. Was he serious? He was really trying to kill you on school grounds.  You wasted no time taking a finger from each of his hands and bending it backward, breaking both of them. The pain was so severe that Nnorita had to lean his shoulder on the fence for support, he let out a roar. 

Nnorita was in a lot of pain and he wasn’t fighting back. Uryu took this opportunity to get up from the ground. He picked Nnorita up by his collar slamming him against the fence. "I don't want to see you or your group hurt a girl on school grounds ever again. If I do I'll make sure you won't recover." Uryu’s voice was straightforward and stern but it did not scare you.

Nnorita shook his head in agreement, only to be slammed back into the fence, a whimper escaping his lips. "I need you to say it." Nnorita shook his head again and in a raspy voice said, "I promise...I promise to not hurt a girl on school grounds again, you have my word." With that, Uryu dropped him and walked to pick up his book. He brushed it off. "Glad I didn't bring a library book today..." 

The crowd that had formed at the school windows broke away as if nothing had happened. Uryu turned to look at you, your legs didn't move even though your mind wanted them to. He looked you up and down as he walked. He squatted in front of you causing you to flinch. "Didn't mean to startle you but your skirt's ripped." He said looking it over.

"Oh." Your cheeks warmed up as you looked down at the tare in his hands, he stood up. "I can fix it for you, that is…if you want me to.” He looked away pushing his glasses up his beatup face.

"You-you don't have to I think you did enough."

"You could also use some first aid."

That was when you noticed that you had some scrapes and cuts, his wounds seemed to be way worse than yours though. Bruised up face, a cut lip, and dried blood resting under his nose his breathing was also still staggered. It was a miracle he was still standing.

"I think you need it more than I do. In fact, we should probably get you to a hospital."

"I am definitely not going to the hospital," Uryu said with a tone that sent a chill down your spine. "We can go to the infirmary. I shouldn’t have a problem getting a key." He simply stated with a cold tone.

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You sat on a cot looking around the infirmary as Uryu walked around the room grabbing things in complete silence. He stopped in front of you and extended his hand, a pair of gym pants in it.

"Here change into these so I can fix the skirt."

This was awkward, so awkward.

You closed the curtain and changed into the sweatpants, then handed him the skirt. Uryu pulled out a mini sewing kit from his uniform pocket. "You...carry around a sewing kit?" Curiosity and confusion mixed as you spoke. 

"Am I not allowed to?" He said as he began pinning up the skirt. 

"I didn't say that it's just-"

"That you wouldn't expect me to be into sewing." Uryu shot a glance at you as he finished your sentence. You felt as if you said something wrong. To distract yourself from the weird atmosphere you began to patch yourself up.

Ironically you both finished at the same time, he handed you the skirt and you looked it over, it was almost like there was never a tare he really had talent. 

 "You're welcome. Make sure to return the sweatpants tomorrow." He began to pack up his mini sewing kit.

"Wait..." He hummed in response. "Aren't you going to patch yourself up?" You asked. "I can do that when I get home." He simply answered. 

That was when you walked up to him, Uryu looked at you puzzled, and without warning you put both hands on the side of his face. His cheeks turned red but this went unnoticed by you as the bruises hid the color. 

"Isn't your mom going to say something when she sees this?”

“My mom…’ Uryu whispered to himself, his whole expression changing. It was obvious that you had brought up something. You cursed yourself for that and searched your mind to change the subject to something else.

'Why don't I patch you up?" He took your hands off his face. "Absolutely not!"

"It's my thank you. You saved me from a creep and sewed up my skirt. It's the least I can do."

"Well, I-"

You cut him off. "You never took off your glasses during the fight, so I can assume you can't see the best without them. You're going to have to take them off to patch yourself up. You're not going to be able to see what you're doing. Am I right?"

Uryu sighed slightly annoyed. "Your quiet observant..."

"It doesn't take that many brain cells to figure out your blind." Uryu pushed up his glasses. "I'm not blind, I just can't see that well without something to correct my vision." He closed his eyes thinking, then reopened them a few seconds later. "I don't have much homework to do, so I guess it's fine."

Without any hesitation, you grabbed the first aid kit and he sat down taking off his glasses. You walked up and put your hand on his face moving it around gently. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice facial structure? You should model." You dabbed the bloody spots with the soaked cotton swob.

"No, nor do I have an interest in such a thing."

"Lost cause." You tossed the cotton swab and grabbed another one putting alcohol on it, this time you dabbed it on the cut on his nose. His eyebrows frowned but his straight face remained causing you to chuckle.

"What's so funny?”' He asked nonchalantly. "You trying to keep a straight face like you have an image to uphold."

"I kind of do." 

"Oh really." You threw the cotton swab in the trash can and placed a bandaid on the cut. “I am a part of Kurosaki’s gang, I kind of have to look tough in order to not bring down their representation.” You walked away and came back with an ice pack in hand. 

“I promise not to tell anyone if you whine or whimper.” You sarcastically said placing the ice pack on his face. "Didn’t know the gang was that well known.”

"You didn't?” He looked at you with an air of suspicion. “I don’t have much interest in the gang life here. I’m not even a part of one. I just want to graduate and move on with my life.”

Uryu raised an eyebrow at you, finding interest in what you had said. “So…that means you have no protection here.” He he lifted his hand but quickly put it back down as he remembered he had no glasses on.

"I'm surviving. All they do is bully me for being stuck up. The worst is they spread a rumor but those die down after a few days." He was looking at you, your eyes beginning to water.

You wondered why they did that, you didn’t care what they did to you but for some reason saying it out loud made you feel…empty and alone. Your face was blurry to him but he could tell you were upset. Uryu put his hand on yours as you held the ice pack.

“Dosn’t it get lonely?” He asked knowing exactly what loneliness felt like, she had no one, and that had him concerned. Uryu knew how it felt to be belittled and have no one to go to or talk to. That road was empty and endless, that was how he ended up at this school despite his good grades. Even though he was at odds with them sometimes, if he didn’t join Kurosaki’s gang, where would he be? Probably in and out of jail and forgotten by his father.

You stayed silent not wanting to answer his question, he spoke. “I understand that feeling too well, you should definitely talk to someone. I know this is out of place for me but if you ever feel lonely you can come and talk to me if I have time."

“Uryu…” You said in a whisper.

He looked up at you with wide eyes.

"Your kind of... crushing my hand,” That was when he noticed that he had a hard grip on your hand. “Sor-sorry.” He stuttered and took his hand off of yours, you also removed yours causing the ice pack to drop.

"I got it." Uryu beat you to it but hit his head on the table on his way back up. “Damn.” He said as placed the ice pack on his head, you tried to hide your laugh but couldn't, bursting into laughter. Despite the new pain he ended up smiling cause you weren’t upset anymore.

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By the time you both walked out of the school, the sky was a deep blue and the streetlights were on. “Do you mind if I walk you home?” Uryu asked. You looked taken aback, he cleared his throat. 

“It’s late. I don’t think it’s smart to let you walk home on your own. Especially after what happened today.” He explained, you looked at him with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind.”  

The walk wasn’t that eventful, you asked him questions here and there but his answers were quick and abrupt. Uryu didn’t talk much either it was mainly you starting conversations. Despite this, it didn’t feel all that long and you were almost home.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Uryu pushed up his glasses. "Seeing as you've been asking them all evening I guess I wouldn't mind another."  For some reason, you found the way he talked endearing, though most people would see it as rude. 

“Why did you help me today?" Uryu looked up at the dark sky. "Do I need a reason to protect someone?"

You shrugged at his answer, and he sighed. “Well, beating up a girl for refusing advances is quite gross. They needed some sense beat into them.”

“Thank you.” You blurted out, he looked at you straight-faced.

“There's no need for that, it's just common sense."

"I mean, you could have just left me after you won yet you took time to fix my skirt and see if I was okay, that was sweet of you."

"Sweet of me," Uryu said to himself, a rosey tint forming on his cheeks. “Oh, we're here.” You said looking at the apartment complex. 

"Thanks again," you repeated snapping him out of his trance. You turned toward the stairs away from him and turned right back. "Do you...mind if I get your number?” 

Uryu looked at you wide-eyed. "My number?" Confusion could be heard in his voice. “You said you understood the feeling of being lonely so I thought…maybe we can exchange numbers, so if we ever felt lonely we could just text each other.” You played with the strap of your bag.

You just met this guy and now you were asking for his number. While every fiber of your being wanted to crawl under a rock. Something made you determined to stay in touch with the young man.

“I guess..it couldn’t hurt.” He answered as he took out his phone. “I will warn you that I might take time to answer back. I still have school duties as a class president.” 

“Really?!?! I didn’t know you were president of your class.” You looked at him with shock, Uryu smiled at you. “I see you truly don’t keep up with what happens at this school.” Both of you exchanged numbers and bid each other a good night.

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Uryu sat on his bed staring at your contact on his phone. He was wracking his head around today's events. How he met you and how you just blatantly asked for his number.

It was all very random but it made him happy. It was a weird and new feeling for him but he welcomed it. The phone he held in his hand vibrated, he flipped it open and read the text immediately;

Srry for the late reply. Glad you got home safe, hope to see you soon.

He closed the phone with a smile on his face.