#izzy writes fanfic

[satellitespinner]

bestfriend!ellie texts 𝜗𝜚 ࣪

(angst warning? not really :p)

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[silly-writes]

What if reader was an old childhood friend of some of the competitors (ie Courtney, gwen, bridgette, Heather, duncan, Izzy, cody, etc) with said character(s) having strong feelings for before reader moved away just to come back into their life during one season with reader initially unaware of these returning feelings in said camper.

Bonus: What if reader/camper did get together in that one season, only for next season to have a love triangle form involving another character. The camper is aware of said triangle forming though reader might be oblivious due to now having eyes only for first camper. What'd this be like for different people?

Compretitors with returning feelings for childhood best friend reader!

u guys r really feeding me with these prompts I can't even lie this one was a little tricky with all these moving parts! Sorry if some of these are a little angsty and don't really have happy (per say) conclusions, but I'm just doing what I think best fits the character! I only write pure fluff if that what im given. I hope you enjoy anyways anon!

Courtney

Courtney is beyond stricken when she sees you.

What are the odds you both would have signed up for the same shitty reality tv show?

Well, high as Courtney would tell you. You always were very similar even back when you were inseparable as children.

You knew Courtney was always very fond of you before you moved away, so the reunion is very sweet, and heartfelt.

The two of you attempt to spend a lot of time catching up on what you missed out on after you had moved, but on the show there isn't much time for it.

Courtney can't help but think about how absolutely heartbroken she was when you moved away.

I would think with Courtney's determined attitude (plus based on what she says to Gwen during their friendship) she has made too many friends.

So when you moved away, especially since she was little, it sort of felt like the end of the world to her.

I imagine you being around is wildly distracting for her. Despite her returning romantic feelings.

You were the only person who ever had that type of close vulnerable relationship with her, she would do anything to please you, receive attention from you, or keep you in the game.

All of it leads to some very undesirable slip ups from her, which with you is how I imagine she goes home on the island.

She watched you as she got pulled away, she's not going to leave it unsaid this time, she remembers what that feels like, she remembers how isolating and awful it feels.

"I'm going to miss you ______!" She called out to you from the end of the doc of shame.

You waved wildly "I'm going to win this for you Courtney!" You call back.

"No- I mean! I'm going to miss you because I'm in love with you!"

You stand there stunned as she boards the boat and calls out one final thing "You had bet your butt you'll win this for me! I just confessed my love to you on live television!"

You try to call back that you feel the same, but Chris does what Chris does best and gets in the way of a good time. Even if the boat hadn't driven her off before you got the chance to confess back, the motor is loud enough to where she probably couldn't hear you anyways.

By action, you two have fully discussed your feelings, and how everything should go now that you're into each other but still competitors.

You both agree that your first real official date should be after the show is over, so while things aren't technically official by next season, you two are undoubtedly interested in each other and therefore not getting involved with anyone else.

You stick true to that, but Courtney can see Duncan keeps looking at you, and she's not stupid, she would know that punks gazes in and out.

She doesn't bring it up to you, she knows you're generally very dense about those kinds of things.

But eventually, she can't take it anymore and her jealousy starts driving her mad.

She declares that you two are official, and that you very much are dating, which causes some tension between the two of you during action since you both agreed it just wasn't a good idea.

After some fighting, fighting, and more fighting eventually it's you this time taking the walk of shame to the lame-ousine.

Courtney fights her way to you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to play out this way!" She says sorrowfully.

But you did, you know just how Courtney is, you know how she gets, and while you didn't fully understand why she did what she did you could've guessed that some kind of fight was inevitable. Plus you know how she gets during competitions.

"Hey don't sweat it," you smile "now that I'm not technically on the show, I don't have as much of a problem doing this-" you say and bring her in for a short and sweet kiss.

After years of waiting for this moment, Coutney can't help but freeze up.

You pull away, and head towards the lame-ousine as she calls "I'll win this for you!"

"You had better win this for me! I just kissed you on live television!" You say smiling as you duck into the back seat.

Gwen

Gwen feels nothing but nervous when reuniting with you.

She was happy to see you sure, but her anxiety held her back in how she displayed that happiness.

She's mainly worried that too much time has passed since the two of you knew each other, and that the two of you won't have anything to talk about anymore.

Eventually the two of you slump back together and things go back to the way that they were before you had moved away.

Another reason she was desperately trying to avoid you at first is because of the huge massive crush she used to have on you.

And dang it of course you had to get cuter as you got older!

Just as she realizes that those feelings for you are slipping out of hiding, is also when she realizes that it's already too late.

Once again the two of you are glued at the hip, just like how it used to be.

You, being who you are and were, are wildly oblivious to these feelings because of course you are.

Gwen isn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, and even though you two are close she is less so with you, she's been burned before, she's not letting that happen again.

The two of you are sitting next to each other at the talent show when it happens.

Heather goes up on stage and says "Originally I was going to dance for you, but instead I want to celebrate team spirit with a collaboration" She holds up a dark notebook with an evil look plastered on her face.

Gwen seems to recognize it and instantly freezes up "Gwen? Are you okay?" You asked, knowing immediately something was off.

"She wouldn't," she says, and then braces herself.

"So with words by Gwen, performance by me, enjoy."

She cleared her throat before beginning "Okay so I've been trying to ignore them. But they're just so cute! I know it's been forever since we've seen each other and in that time they have gotten so hot! Out of all my childhood friends, of course it had to be them."

Gwen dashes away from the bleachers, and Heather seems satisfied.

Of course you run after Gwen to comfort her.

She lamented on and on about how you must think she's such a creep now, and was acting like a total school girl, still writing in a diary.

But of course you didn't feel like that at all, this was Gwen you were talking about here. The cool, collected, funny quiet girl, and you were obsessed with her.

You two start getting a little more romantic after that, and Heather seeing her plan to drive a wedge between the two of you did not work realizes she has to get her hands messy and plays a little bit more of a direct role in getting you eliminated.

It's a sorrowful goodbye until you see her again in action.

Bridgette

Reuniting with Bridgette is nothing but vibes.

She's beyond stoked to see you again, and even more stoked to ride the wave with you again.

I imagine the two of you met at the beach, and it was love at first sight for her.

You two click all over again like no time has gone past, and she fills you in on every little thing you've missed.

Things are super cut and dry with Bridgette, no mess, nothing but chillness.

She makes her feelings pretty clear, with some hints and stuff.

She learned her lesson the first time, letting you leave without having ever told you how she really felt hurt in ways she wasn't ready to feel again.

But if you don't pick up on it she'll just flat out tell you.

"I'm not doing this cause you're my team mate, I'm doing it cause I like you. You dork."

"I like you too Bridge, you know that."

"Not like that-!" She exclaimed, splashing you playfully, rocking the canoe as she did "-like like like you."

You stare at her in disbelief for a moment.

"what?!" you exclaim.

"Do you not feel the same?" She frowned.

"No I do... I just wasn't expecting-" she cuts you off tackling you rocking the whole boat as she does.

The rest is history and you two are pretty much inseparable from that point onward.

Up until World Tour, where Alejandro starts becoming a plane wide problem.

He tries targeting you at first, but youre so in love with Bridgette he can't get any headway.

But Bridgette being stuck on an opposing team leaves her exposed to his manipulation, he lies about you and makes her question her loyalty.

After she gets stuck to a pole, you find her, but when she explains what happened you just feel so hurt and betrayed that you leave her in the dust (or well, snow).

After a world tour it takes a lot of apologizing and healing to get over what happened between the two of you but you're both determined to make it work so you both put your strongest foot forward and work at it.

Heather

Heather is absolutely stunned when she sees you.

You greet her excitedly when she hits you with a "hello? Earth to nerd, I don't know you!"

That's enough to keep you away from her for a while.

She 100% is only pretending not to know who you are, but what choice did she have? She couldn't risk her feelings for you returning and ruining her chances at winning.

Close tender friendships like you used to have were bad for her image now, she had an impression to keep in this competition and she'd be dead in the ground before she let you or anyone else come in the way of that.

Her tenderness for you starts to show through and through though, you know her like the back of your hand, still, even after all these years.

You'd recognize those glances anywhere, and you knew it meant more than just being a strong team mate when she would point out all the ways in which you did well in the challenges. She was trying to keep you in the game.

The two of you never have any heart to hearts, nothing like that anyways.

She never reveals that she does remember you, not even as you watch her fade into the horizon on the boat of losers.

World tour she's more determined than ever, you've never seen her so deranged to win.

I'd imagine the love triangle would have more to do with her and Alejandro then you and anyone else.

She becomes torn between the two of you, and the inherit struggle in trying to pick over someone who actually matched her wit, and her childhood best friend and longest crush.

She makes her decision when she inevitably votes you out.

"Heather... you voted for me?" You asked, heart breaking, eyes already feeling wet.

She scoffs, "Don't take it so personally."

You sniffle a little bit, and then shake your head "I should've known better than to fall for your two faced snake self twice." You spit.

And with that you're gone.

She's not stupid, she's not forgetful either, and you knew that she knew just what "twice" really meant.

But she'd dug her grave now, she would just have to hope it could hold a million bucks.

Duncan

The meeting with him is very awkward I'd imagine.

He'd likely pretend not to know you until he can get a moment alone with you.

I would imagine he's largely embarrassed of your relationship due to the fact that he met you before his Juvie days, and you were one of the only people who had known him before he became nothing more than a delinquent.

So yeah, he's hell bent on making sure people don't find out about you two knowing each other.

But we all know deep down Duncan is a totally sweetie, even if it is deep, deep, deep down. His affection for you is bound to show one way or another.

Ever the observant one I'm sure it was Courtney who noticed first, marveling at how strange it was that you two of all people had romantic feelings for each other.

She urged the two of you together, subtly, attempting to be your sort of wingman, unbeknownst to even you.

Eventually Duncan works towards getting her voted out because of this, he's so obsessed with keeping his bad boy persona he'd do just about anything in this competition to keep it up. Even risk losing a million big ones.

You knew something was fishy about Courtney getting voted, but you couldn't put your finger on what. At least not until you heard him in the confessionals.

"I had to get that Courtney chick voted out, she was getting too close. I hate people who get to close,"

"Duncan!" you exclaim.

You can hear him mutter curses from the outhouse.

"Forget it! You know I can't believe I was actually starting to like you again!"

After that it's a nonstop battle for Duncan to win back your affections.

I would imagine the love triangle would consist of you, Duncan, and of course, Courtney.

She would start falling for you based on the way you shamelessly defended her despite your feelings for Duncan.

Only problem for you was those feelings hadn't exactly gone away since last season, and you were still very much into him.

You three fight a lot, and are the reason all three of you end up going home.

Which leaves nothing but time to work out your messy feelings for Duncan, and his for you.

But maybe time is really all the two of you need.

Izzy

Izzy is a bit of a wild card (obviously).

I feel like reuniting with her is just super duper chaotic, and very overwhelming at first.

She wants to fill you in on every little detail in her life within the same second she sees you again.

But you remember how to rein her in, she really hasn't changed much from the chaotic messy kid she was. (save for being a criminal now (whoops!)).

You being in the challenge with her would keep her much more rallied and motivated towards an understandable goal.

She can feel those intimate feelings creeping back, but she isn't shy with it.

I imagine she probably would've confessed to you once before, when you first moved, only neither of you wanted to try out long distance and thought it might only ruin what a good friendship you had. So through your move you decided to just stay friends.

You don't get long to sit and wonder about if those feelings still linger for her as they do for you when she abruptly asks

"So hey, are you interested in dating during the competition?" she asked, sitting beside you, anything but shy.

"What?"

Izzy was nothing if not explorative, she collected new experiences like pokemon cards, and she wanted to live fully every part of life.

"It might be a little bit messy. But I think maybe it could work, if all that was keeping you was distance the first time... well... I'm here now."

She stares at you with an expectant kind of rare almost nervous look, and though the confession is anything but picturesque, with her, it's perfect.

I think the love triangle would come in with her next season with maybe Alejandro falling for you.

Hard to say whether his attempts at flirting are due to advancing in the game, or genuine attraction. Either way you have trouble picking up on it, especially when things are going so well with Izzy.

I wouldn't say Izzy isn't a jealous person, I just think she could fall either way, depending on the person, depending on the day, the humidity in the air, basically on nothing at all. She's nothing if not erratic.

With Alejandro, she might be inclined to threaten him with her license to kill depending on her mood, and depending on what he tries to pull with you.

Cody

The reunion with Cody is one that is very heartfelt, and he instantly lights up upon seeing you.

You can see that he's fairly committed to his "too cool for school" schtick, so having any genuine connection with him might be a little tricky.

He's one person I feel like would have definitely tried to keep in contact with, it wasn't anything like every day phone calls, but the two of you had definitely spent at least some time sending letters back and forth.

So when you too meet there isn't a lot of catching up to do, only some.

He's overall very excited to see you back, and you know him enough to know that, even if he's refusing to show it.

You can feel those creeping feelings sneak up on you until the hit you smack in the face during one of the challenges.

"Cody!" you exclaimed during one of the challenges as he hit the ground hard.

"I'm fine," he lied, his voice strangled, the wind having been knocked out of him wholly.

You helped him up, and picked up a piece of paper that had tumbled out of his pocket and went bouncing a few feet.

At first you mistake it for trash, but with the way that even injured and put out Cody grabs for it, you figure it must be something good.

You were due for a little bit of teasing when you decided to open it, only to realize that it was a letter from you.

It's an old one, a really old one, perhaps even the first one you'd ever sent.

"Uhhh... how'd that get in there!?" He exclaims, swiping it out of your hands which are too stunned to fight against it.

Realization dawns on you just as quickly, there is only one reason he'd would've kept that with him after all those years.

"Oh my god Cody, you like me!"

The rest is history, and you two start dating among the challenges.

The conflict would come with Sierra I would think, who's hell bent on breaking you two apart.

All of her attempts fall flat unfortunately for her, and you two stand as one of the more healthy and strong relationships within the show.

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

NSBU finale predictions

zombie agent Haldwell

they rewind to the beginning and have to find each other while St Jude remembers and hunts them down

Ally intentionally gives themself a third injury level for the turbo tokens

Izzy dms and permanently wildly changes the rules, Brennan spends five minutes afterward justifying why it makes sense actually

everyone briefly switches characters

Jennifer and Matilda make out during the final fight

Doug Meat's a real person

Usha teams up with G13 to double hack the white house from one body

6 wildcard effects go off in sequence and cause dice chaos

Kingskin eats the nuke

there's more poison gas (so Brennan can use the smoke effect again)

right before they get out Bad Bunny (but not J-Kwon) appears with a restored macguffin

Never Stop Blowing Up, the vhs, blows up

Wendell bikes donuts around his siblings and still sees Vic smiling at him through the rear view

Paula steals something

Dang gives his radio equipment a viking funeral in Wolfman Ann's honor

Dang takes over the store

Russell starts HRT

Usha sends her granddaughter an email

Liv and Wendell go on a road trip to vegas

Rashab is real

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

looking back on the fic I've written in the last few years and my own sexuality journey has made me realize that there is an argument that poly folk and ace/aro folk process love in a lot of the same ways, like the idea that you can have significant, life-defining relationships with different people and you get something important and sometimes even a similar flavor from each relationship but each one is still fundamentally different and significant in its own way and sometimes you don't want sex but you do want hugs and your partner may be having sex with their other partner but that does not make your relationship any less important because they come back to hug you and having more hearts bound up in your own is never a bad thing, because being loved no matter the form is never a bad thing, you are lovable and you can love so many people and having a heart overflowing with love for other people and things and the universe just means that you're healing and finding the people who fit you in whatever way that comes and there will always be someone cooking in the kitchen filling your heart and stomach no matter what and in this essay i will-

[hollywoodroses]

Devil Inside (A Slash FanFiction)

A Slash x Y/N fan fiction, read it if you dare! 😌

Warnings: dark themes including religion, satanism and mentions of satanism. heavy smut, language, and a scary/horror film climax. Minors, please DO NOT interact with this story.

The alarm clock rang loudly at 6am as a hand peeked out of the bed covers to turn it off. After fifteen minutes you slowly got out of bed and put your glasses on. You left the room and went to the kitchen to get an apple as you put bread in the toaster. Your parents were away on a business trip in Florida. 

Once the toast was buttered and ready to eat, you went into the living room to wake up your kitten named jonas. You gave your baby some milk to drink, he was only a few weeks old and slept for most of the day. 

After playing with Jonas, you went to your room to get ready for school. You had to go early to meet Izzy at the skatepark so you could walk to school together. You had known Izzy since you were four years old when he and his family moved in next door to you. It was puppy love and soon a friendship bloomed. 

As you walked to the skatepark, you saw Izzy walking towards you. 

“Izzy!” You called out to him.

“Hey, Y/N.” Izzy ran up to you and as he got closer, gave you a hug.

He put his arm around you as you both continued the walk to school. 

When you got to school, Izzy went his own way as you headed to your first class. After school, Izzy would have band practice and you would end up walking home alone.

-END OF SCHOOL DAY-

You exited the school and started walking home. As you walked, you passed an occult shop that had been in the neighbourhood for over ten years. Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go inside. 

You greeted the owner and told him that you were in love with your best friend but he never noticed you. The owner suggested you buy an old looking book from a shelf that was in the restricted section of the store. It was a book of angels and demons. The shop owner explained that each angel and demon in the book represented different things like marriage and childbirth, lust and sexuality and even punishment. You agreed to buying the book and rushed home to use it. 

Later that night, you read the strange book and inside there was information about a demon of lust and sexuality. His name was Slash, the book went on to explain his origin story and what it meant to call on him for help. What you didn’t notice was that Slash was the only paranormal in the book that had a warning page. 

After a while, you lit some candles and started to call on to Slash. Suddenly your bedroom window shattered and the candles blew out. You screamed and hid under the covers of your bed.

-LATER-

The time read 4am (the devil's hour). You felt that there was someone in the room with you but you ignored it. You felt the person as they sat on your bed and pulled back the covers. The mystery person pulled you out of bed while you were still sleeping and you were suddenly sitting in their lap. Slowly the person started to rub you against themself and you started to dry hump them. You felt a moan form against your lips and you slowly opened your eyes to see the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“More.” You whispered as your eyes rolled back and you turned your head towards the ceiling.

“Mmm, that’s it baby girl. You look so sexy in my lap.” The strange man said in a raspy voice. 

As you continued to dry hump him, he slowed you down to a stop and put his hand down your underwear to rub soft circles on your clit. You started moaning as he fingered you and he removed your underwear so you could squirt all over his jeans. 

You passed out and fell back asleep as the mysterious man waited for you in the shadows.

**********

The alarm rang at 7am and you woke up, you tried to put on your glasses but noticed you didn’t need them as your eyesight was suddenly clear.

You turned on the light and walked over to the bathroom. When you looked in the mirror, you gasped. You saw the most beautiful woman staring back at you. Your hair color was silver blonde and your eyes were purple. As you were looking at yourself, the man from the night before quietly walked into the room and stood behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You look so beautiful, my love.” he told you with a smile. 

“My name is Slash and I am the demon of lust and sexuality. I am here to help you get the person of your dreams.”

You slowly closed your eyes and leaned into him as you moaned. You didn’t know how to get what or who you wanted. You decided to call Izzy and ask him to meet you at your house. 

Slash left you alone to put his work into action for you. You ran to your room and picked up your telephone. 

“Izzy, please come quick. I need you” You told him.

After a while your doorbell rang and you rushed to open it. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I’m worried about you.” Izzy asked.

“Nothing, I just want to be with you.” You replied. 

You walked Izzy to the sofa as he looked at you, awe-struck. You lightly pushed Izzy to sit on the sofa and crawled into his lap. 

As you looked at Izzy, your eyes turned into a bright shade of purple. You slowly kissed him as his eyes closed. The kissing soon turned into a heavy make-out session. As you continued to kiss Izzy, your hand found their way to his jeans. Izzy was in shock as he didn’t have the energy to make you stop, he just let you continue.

You unbuttoned and pulled down Izzy’s jeans as he moved to kiss your neck. You suddenly pulled up your skirt and rubbed yourself against Izzy as Slash watched you in the shadows. Unbeknownst to you, Slash would make you his slave in hell once you made Izzy your life-partner.

Izzy couldn’t take it much longer, he wanted to be with you in the most intimate way but you were going to slow.

Suddenly, he took control of you and the situation. He grabbed your neck as his other hand grabbed your waist and turned you both around so he was on-top of you. He lined himself and pushed himself into your clit. When Izzy started moving you couldn’t stop moaning.

You couldn’t believe your dream came true. You looked at Slash as you orgasmed and came down from your sexual high.

**********

In the morning, you woke-up to see Izzy sleeping on the sofa.

Before you could get up, Slash revealed himself to you.

“Welcome to hell” he said as his eyes turned black.

As Slash started laughing, the whole house shook and started breaking apart. You were horrified as you watched. 

“What’s happening? I don’t understand, please stop this.” You yelled at him. 

“Didn’t you read the book, slut.” He replied. “Once I help you, I OWN YOU!!”.

As the house broke apart, fire came through the floor and there was a bang as you ended up in a dark bedroom. The bed had silk-sheets and there were no windows in the room.

“That mother-fucker. He had to do it again!” screamed a voice from outside the room. The door opened and showed a demon with long red hair and tattoos all over his body. It was Axl the demon of punishment from your occult book. 

You cried as you watched Axl complain about what Slash had made you do. 

“I’m really sorry this happened to you.” He explained. 

“Please help me, I want to get out of here”. You replied.

“I’m sorry but I can’t. You will get used to this new life. It’s not so bad. Slash will give you a lot of freedom if you behave.”

As Axl continued to comfort you, a group of women came into the room. 

“Oh look, a new sister.” One of the women said as they all rushed to hug you.

After a while you realize that hell isn’t so bad and that you would grow to love it with all the people you were meeting. You just wondered what happened to Izzy and you were hoping he was safe.

**********

Back at your house, Izzy woke up to find himself alone. He started to worry about you as he grabbed his cellphone to try and call you.

“We are sorry, the number you are trying to call is disconnected.” The electronic voice said. 

When Izzy went back to school, there was a display on the main floor. The display read that you had passed away from an accident at a house party (you got drunk, slipped and drowned in a pool). Izzy didn’t understand what it meant. He decided to go to the occult shop because he remembered you talking about it last week. He spoke to the owner of the shop and learned about the mysterious angels and demons book. As Izzy read a copy of the book, he came across the pages about Slash. The book explained that Slash was originally human and was dating a girl named Rachel. While at a frat party, Rachel got hurt. This made Slash very sad and angry. While he was feeling this way, satan came to him and offered a life in hell as a demon with women who would do his dirty work for him. The devil promised revenge on the men that hurt Rachel. Slash agreed and the rest is history.

Izzy finally saw the warning page that you missed in the book. It had the following statement.

Beware: Once you call onto the demon of lust and sexuality, you cannot turn back. When he does your dirty work, he owns you. Be careful what you wish for.

Izzy couldn’t believe what he read, when he realized you were gone he broke down in tears. He promised himself he would find out the real truth to understand why you took such a dark path in life.

end

[peacesells-imbuying]

Guns N’ Roses with girl member :)

note: this was made out of boredom. Tried my best 🐒 masterlist ➜ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

• CHOAS everywhere. No breaks.

- no one knows how you deal with them 24 hours and 7 days a week. Surprisingly you haven't quit. Which is a good sign that you were stable. 

• since the boys were always high as fuck, you decided to be the responsible one (with Izzy) which was funny because you were the youngest...

• Steven is your best buddy. Slash and Duff was like an older brother. Izzy was the caring 'mother' and Axl was the bitchy and*sassy eye roll* but sometimes loving friend. 

• mini "dates"

• Steven already knew he wanted you to be in the band, sure you could play (pick any instrument) but would Axl and the other approve?

       - they fucking did Woohooo. Congratulations! You are now apart of Guns N Roses 🌹

• they made sure you received 0 hate cuz fans and media do not go well together…

• the guys always took care of the weirdos and creeps that would lurk around wherever you guys went 

         - the other guy would have a broken nose and something else broken 🙊

Imagine: you all at the bar after performing. Surprise there's was a meet & greet waiting sooo much fun. You mostly just chatted with Izzy or Steven and smoked zoning out 70% of the time. Then some random bum came up to you and touched your fucking chest. BANG Izzy hit the guy so fast you couldn't keep up. Let's just say...he broke 2 bones and no one messed with you after that. 

• always made sure you drank at least twice so you be care and not stressed out :)

[goayda]

Just a nap, darling

“I don’t take naps, I’m not a child!” Izzy loudly complained when Stede first suggested it.

“I’m just saying that it looks like your leg’s bothering you quite a lot today and you could use some rest, darling,” Stede calmly insisted. “A short nap could certainly help. Actually, I feel like having a nap myself, it’s been a hectic day, don’t you agree?”

In a heartbeat Izzy was very gently manhandled onto the settee, something that could sound impossible, but that Stede always managed to accomplish with surprising ease, and soon Izzy was lying with his head on Stede’s chest, the captain’s arms delicately but firmly wrapped around him.

“Should we try to have a nap now, love?” Stede suggested relentlessly. “Just closing our eyes for a while, relaxing a bit?”

“It’s not going to work, this is a waste of time,” Izzy grumbled.

He squirmed uncomfortably in Stede’s arms, but the captain didn’t let go. One of his hands started rubbing Izzy’s back softly and the other moved up until it reached his neck, scratching lightly the back of his head. Then Stede started running his fingers through Izzy’s hair in a slow, soothing motion while he started humming a song very softly.

“I don’t need a lullaby, I’m not a-“

“Yes, I know, Israel, you’re not a child, I’d never imply such a thing,” Stede interrupted him, his voice low and warm. “But I was trying to remember this song that one of my nannies used to sing to me when I was little. She was such a nice lady and I loved that song very much. I’m not sure I remember the words now, but I’d like to see if I can. Would you indulge me, my darling? Just for a little while.”

Izzy grunted, agreeing reluctantly, but only because there was nobody there to see it, and Stede started humming again as his fingers kept running through Izzy’s hair.

It was nice, Izzy admitted to himself. The vibrations of the humming coming from Stede’s chest and the repeated motions of his fingers caressing his scalp were soothing and even the few lines of the song that Stede seemed to remember were softly sung, even if they didn’t make much sense to him. Something about the night being long… And hearts meeting at dawn… Or… maybe it was meeting ‘at last’, maybe it was… maybe…

(Stede felt Izzy’s body relaxing against his as he fell asleep, but he kept humming the song for a while longer anyway)

[cobaltaugustao3]

Season 3 opens on the crew on deck.

Frenchie patches a sail, while Oluwande and Archie scrub the railings under Auntie’s watchful eye. The Swede swabs the deck, Jackie watching from nearby, appreciating how his muscles flex as he sloshes water onto the boards.

Lucius dangles from the side of the ship, paintbrush in hand. He's putting the final touches to the vessel's new name.

'Babe! Can you hoist me up?'

Pete peers over the railing. 'All done?'

Lucius looks up at his husband and smiles.

"All done.

As Pete sets to work pulling him up, Lucius's gaze falls to the name again. The letters aren't as straight as he hoped, but the words are clear. The sun glints off the gold paint, illuminating a promise and a warning for every ship to see.

Izzy's Revenge.

[ingravinoveritas]

OFMD/GO crossover where Aziraphale and Crowley are invited to celebrate Calypso's Birthday and Aziraphale teaches Stede and the crew of the Revenge how to gavotte. Ed and Crowley watch while drinking wine.

Ed: "That one yours?"

Crowley: "Yeah. What--no, he's not actually mine. So to speak. He's an angel."

Ed: "Angel? Oh, mate, you've really got it bad, don't you?"

Crowley: "Do not."

Ed: "Do, too."

Crowley: "Not like I ever fantasized about him as a mermaid. Man. Mer-being."

Ed: "Fuck off."

(Crowley smirks while Ed looks annoyed as they both take another drink at the same time. Ed and Crowley's gazes drift back to Stede and Aziraphale respectively as they continue to watch them dance.

Fin.)

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Five: He's like whiskey, she's like champange

^^ Duncan next chapter-

I’d like to apologize, I’ve been absent cause my friend was evicted and needed a place to stay and I was busy trying to help her out. Here’s a new chapter!

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(Are you excited? This is the episode you get voted off! But it’s okay because I’ll do a ‘you both coming home’ chapter ‘spoiler: someone might be pregnant.’)

It had been pouring all week, you thought you were going to lose your mind. You love rain as much as the next eccentric teenager, but there comes a point where you're this close to drowning yourself in the next puddle you see.

You and your fellow campers sat on opposing stairs. Heather painted her nails while Gwen drew a picture of every single camper she had met, and then Duncan was carving a spear and held out his hand to you which was holding the various types of blades that he desired to carve.

Chris made an announcement that your mind didn’t really process because the RAIN WAS SO LOUD.

Gwen and Heather began arguing over Leshawna getting voted off. Honestly you were this close to accidentally dropping the knife into Heather's eye socket. There comes a certain point where anybody will lose their mind. 

That last challenge was horrifying. 

Your body subconsciously shuddered and in moments Duncan had his sweatshirt around you, but it seemed like he didn’t even move.

 

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. “Why are you making me like this weather?” Your boyfriend grumbled. “Because I’m your fantastic girlfriend and I make everything better.” You stuck your tongue out. “Mhm better be happy that’s true.” Duncan smiled.

Gwen and Heather both went inside their cabin, and slammed the door shut. You stifle a laugh. 

“Wanna go inside?” Duncan gave you a suggestive wink. You smiled, giving him another kiss before you ran inside.

“Come get me, Tiger.” You winked and he smiled jumping up onto his feet. “Alright scorpion.” You slammed the door shut in his face running to hide in your cabin stopping yourself from the giggles that wanted to burst.

—

The next morning the rain had finally stopped, but it had severely drowned everything around you. “You think you would’ve gotten into Noah’s ark?” You asked your boyfriend, genuinely curious. 

You wore a shirt that covered your neck (keepsakes from last night), and a pair of flared jeans that made you look like a hippie in the eighties, much to Duncan’s delight.

“Mm, I’m not sure. I don’t believe in things I can’t see.” He watched a chair float by, the cabins were currently floating in the water but no one else had gotten up yet. 

“Well what do you believe in?” Now you were curious and intrigued. “Well I believe in your strength. I believe in my moms wisdom. I believe in people.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

A small aww came out of your mouth and he blushed. “How about you darlin’?” He asked putting his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm. I believe in myself and you. I believe I’ll see my mama again and I believe that if you put your mind to it you deserve it.” You declared and he laughed. 

“So much justice in that mind of yours but you never act on it.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I was never meant too, honey we lived in the worst city, in the worst town, in the worst place. We were kinda destined to be horrible.” You sighed sadly. “But we’re going to do better than that aren’t we?” He asked, smiling. 

You nodded.

Suddenly you heard Gwen and Heather scream.

“Oh look at our favorite girls!” You smiled and walked out of the cabin briskly before falling into the water.

Duncan followed but he cannonballed in much to your annoyance. The girls were grumbling, which seemed all they could ever do. You watched a fin circle them. 

“Shark!” Duncan screamed, ruining your fun. All four of you quickly got out of the water and back onto the cabin, shivering from the chill.

You watched the shark eat the wood structures. “Have you ever been eaten before?” You asked, you knew a good chunk of his fathers punishments but not all of them. 

“I’ve been mauled by dogs when I was like six. Sharks, no.” He shook his head staring at the creature. “Owen!” Heather screamed and for a moment you thought the girl had an ounce of sympathy for the blonde, but then you remembered.

She was Heather.

Of course she didn’t have a heart.

She wanted the shark to eat the overweight boy and you knew your boyfriend (cough, husband, cough) would throw hands if anything happened to his third boyfriend, you smiled at the thought and Duncan raised an eyebrow and squeezed your hand.

You crashed into land and everybody quickly came off the boat grateful for the crash.

“Anything broken?” Both you and Duncan did a quick 5372 assessment of each other, which was fancy terms for a quick look over.

“Is anyone else creeped out about this island?” Gwen mumbled an anxious look across her face and you squeezed her shoulder in sympathy. 

Heather obviously decided to feed Gwen’s fear and you watched your boyfriend lay down on the sand by a bow and arrow. You laughed, and squatted down, kissing his forehead.

“Wake me up if you get hungry and we’ll go hunting.” Duncan grumbled before he tried to sleep on the sand causing Gwen to begin an argument, “We need to find food and shelter, we need to at least make a raft!” Gwen whined and without missing a beat Duncan pointed at you, who had made one as soon as you stepped on the island.

“I’m in love with a girl who completes everything in four seconds. Get used to it, sister.” Duncan said his eyes still shut in relaxation. 

“I’m not using that unless it’s made by a sane person.” Heather shrieked, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m sorry, hun. I’d just prefer it done by a professional.” Gwen said sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck, a blush rising on her face.

—

You stared at the camera, annoyed. “I look at Duncan and we both think ‘Maybe juvie was the better choice.’”

—

As Duncan and Gwen begin their argument, you occasionally chiming in, you notice Heather walk off to find shelter. For the first time ever, you think, you might actually respect the diva queen. 

You watch her climb into a treehouse and you see a pulley on the outside of the door, your voice catches on your throat to be careful, and when she opens the door a skeleton falls from it causing her to fall backwards and scream.

One by one you'll notice huge bones lying around the area. There are dinosaur bones, as well as human bones. 

“Think we’re still upstream from camp?” Heather yells at Duncan. “I’ve been wrong before.” He says in his defense. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the near constant bickering, half the time there was no point to the madness.

You all went back up the treehouse ladder to investigate the house once more. You poke the skeleton and are not surprised when you see the strings. “This is like Boney Island.” You grumbled, not enjoying how the skeleton made you think of your mom.

Heather agreed. “Unfortunately, the she-devil is right. This is another survival challenge. I’m not scared of you, Chris.” She yelled into the air hoping the mad-man would respond to her calls. 

Duncan and Gwen began arguing but you knew Gwen’s anger was just forged out of fear. You knew, Duncan knew the drill. You had escaped multiple prison’s and landed on islands before, there was no reason for him to be scared.

“Every camper for themselves. Let’s go Y/N.” Duncan ordered and grabbed your wrist, albeit a bit harshly and led you away, picking up his bow and arrow as well. 

Gwen waved goodbye sadly. 

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“Can you help me with my form?” You looked up and saw Duncan struggling with the quickly crafted bow.

You lightly smiled and took the bow gently out of his hands and showed him how to do the form. “Release the bow, any target.” He told you, smiling. You nodded curtly and your eyes searched through the forest before landing on a distant coconut. You held your breath for five seconds, and let out for ten.  

“Oh where did that go?” Duncan grumbled, causing you to point into the forest. 

—-

You and Duncan were eating fruit by the beach as you watched Gwen try to dock on the boat you had crafted. You stifle a laugh behind your palm each time she falls into the water. Once she finally gets on she turns to look at you.

“Since you made the raft, Y/N you can come if you’d like.” Gwen made the offer but glared at Duncan. “I want your egg if you're coming.” She demanded and Duncan sighed, throwing the large egg into the grateful girl's hands.

You pushed the boat away from the sand and Heather ran from the treehouse screaming offers so you’d take the girl with you. You sent Duncan a look trying to convey that you were going to get off if Heather came on board.

Thankfully Gwen must’ve sensed your nervousness and began paddling away quicker than before. She had been paddling for around two hours before Duncan broke the silence. “You paddle like a girl.” He grumbled, and then you promptly punched him. 

Who said true love doesn’t exist?

 Gwen looked set on cursing him out but you spoke up when you saw the island again.

“Gwen, are you rowing in circles?” She shook her head as you redocked the island, “What the hell! That will cost you one omelet.” Duncan yelled, snatching the egg from off the boat.

They began to engage in a game of tug-a-war. “Get your hands off my egg, crazy.” Gwen screamed at Duncan, who’s eyes flickered with sadness.

You growled and stalked up to the two, dropping to your feet and swinging your leg under hers to knock her right down. You caught the egg right before it fell. Gwen pointed at the sky and you looked up. There was a huge dinosaur above you.

Duncan grabbed the egg out of your hands and began running.

“Come and get me birdie!” He yelled trying to draw its attention. Suddenly the large dinosaur swooped in and picked up Duncan in its talons, and flew back into the air. 

A hoarse scream fell out of your mouth.

You grabbed a stray line of rope and with all your strength threw it around Duncan’s ankles, and then the bird lifted you into the air. With all your expertise from military camp you scaled the rope, and climbed onto the feet of the dinosaur.

Duncan had his eyes shut, but he felt a hand on his wrist and they flew open. They softened once they saw you.

Over the harsh wind you heard him yell “Marry me?” and you tried not to cry. “Anytime, anyplace baby.” You yelled in return. 

Then the dinosaur dropped you, right into Owen’s arms.

Who for some reason had a beard?

Suddenly Gwen came barreling into you guys, and Owen scooped her up as well. “My brethren!” Owen yelled. But then a snake fell around his shoulders.

“Let me rephrase that… RUN!” he dropped you all to start running up the ladder into the treehouse.

You all quickly followed in pursuit. 

Gwen watched as you sat on Duncan’s lap, your stomach facing his. You wrapped your arms around him, and dug your chin into his collarbone, trying to feel his heartbeat. “Still here sweetheart. I promise.” He whispered.

“We need to confess our sins.” Gwen’s eyes flickered up to Owen and she scoffed. “I’m serious, I did it and I feel great.” The blonde smiled clearly dehydrated. 

—

“Oh my god, so you killed his dad?” Heather gawked at you. “You set her dad’s office on fire-” Gwen’s eyes widened staring at Duncan. You both nodded sheepishly. “...Yes, but still not as bad as what you did, Gwen. Even if that's your real name.” You teased, with a kind smile. 

“Or even Heather.” Duncan looked the rich-girl up and down. 

“My brother deserved it.” Heather grumbled.

—

You were staring at Chris dumbly. “Oh come on princess, surprised to see me?” he gave you a smirk and holy hell there was no greater urge you had then to punch his stupid face into the stupid ground and beat him until he was black and blue.

“Time for a campfire, my children.” Then he promptly skipped away.

—

“I’m going to kill myself.” Duncan grumbled as he washed the war paint off his face in your cabin.

“Honey, it’ll be alright. We always stick together right?” You hugged him from behind. “If I lose you tonight, I don’t know what I’ll do.” Duncan turned around and kissed your knuckles.

You smiled sadly. “Mi amor, even thousands of miles apart, I’d still be right with you. You are the keeper of my heart, forever until even the gods die.” You whisper and lightly kiss his lips.

“Plus, it’s not like there’s gonna be some plot twist or something.” a laugh falls out of your mouth.

—

“Tonight, there is a twist on the campfire. Since I lost so many interns in the production of this video, management said I’d have to let them vote a camper off. Which kinda is boring but whatever.” Chris grumbled, and Chef handed him the envelope before scurrying off. 

Chris opened it and his mouth dropped, his eyes widened, and somewhere in there you saw an ounce of pure and utter anger. Something that guarantees that the interns are going to have a hell filled week for the next couple months.

“The one who will be leaving us tonight is…”

Duncan squeezed your hand tight.

“Y/N L/N.” 

You felt something break, and it didn’t come from you. You looked at Duncan and saw his entire personality shift. He went blank, cold, and calculating. 

“HE’S OUR’S NOW BITCH.” You saw a redhead intern scream at you, before she went back to the intern-side of camp. Duncan nearly pulled out his gun, but you stopped his wrist.

“I love you, and if you don’t win, my love, I will kick your ass, understand?” You kissed his lips, and he nodded swiftly trying to withhold his anger.

You began walking away but Chris couldn’t stop himself.

“I’ll miss your face, along with other things, beautiful.” Chris winked, and a soft smile appeared on your face. You stepped in closer towards him. Then promptly punched him straight in the nose, and kicked him in the groin, he groaned and fell to the ground.

You stepped onto the boat of losers and began to drive away. 

But when has Y/N L/N ever played by the rules?

You stepped next to the captain with a fond smile, and quickly knocked him out, dumping him into a lifeboat and letting it go into the water. You walked back to the steering wheel and began to drive… straight to New York.

There was this anger, in the back of your mind. She was yelling at the top of her lungs, to have control, and like a calming wave, you let it. Being on that island, did you no favors.

You had it easy, food, a shelter, freaking Duncan. But now it was time to go back, to get the messy things done.

Anger was your coping mechanism. It kept you on the path you wanted, and the path you wanted currently entailed making sure that your fiancè would have his dream life to come back too. Anger gets things done, sadness does not.

[The camera zooms in on a small ring on your finger]

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I’d like to thank all my wonderful supporters, who stayed with me, throughout the series. There will be an epilogue probably tmw, and soon I’ll start the second season.

I love yall!

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Bonus: 

Mick got out of his seat and walked over to the door which was currently being pounded on.

He and his brothers were in shock, their little sister just got voted off? Poor Duncan, he was losing his shit on TV right now. Since the show started all the brothers had been at Mick’s house for viewing.

Mick opened the door and his jaw dropped. There you stood, you wore a pair of black jeans, along with an old WSC sweatshirt which looked like Duncan’s, and you had a cocky smile which Mick could tell was fabricated.

“Miss me?”

“Well I’ll be a son-of-a-gun.”

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tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[satellitespinner]

dealer!ellie texts 2 𝜗𝜚

(pt. 1 | lil bit angsty but mostly fluff (from izzie? what.)

[vincess-princess]

we, the psychos

ch. 5

Word count: 2724 Warnings: violence A/N: i really am spoiling you with all those updates. gene simmons fans, i'm sorry, i needed a bad guy

Vince was suffocating.

Water in his lungs, water in his eyes, water in his nose. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t even scream – no sound came out, only bubbling. The coldness burned his skin; he grasped the handles of the chair, but couldn’t feel its wooden texture. And it went on, and on, and on, and the world was just cold and water-

And then it ended. The water trickled down his body and pooled at his feet. Vince opened his eyes, but still couldn’t see anything and for a second panicked. Then he realised it was just his hair covering his eyes. He shook his head to get it out of sight.

His eyes were hurting as they do after you open them underwater, and his vision hadn’t returned to him completely, so he could only see a figure in white coming up to him. But the voice was unmistakable.

“Well, Wharton,” nurse Simmons said, “enjoyed the shower?”

“Screw you,” Vince coughed out.

“Well, you’re the only one screwed here,” nurse Simmons responded cheerily. “You might want to be more polite if you don’t want another shower. And you don’t, do you?”

Vince didn’t answer. Nurse Simmons came close to him and squatted down in front of him so that their faces were on the same level. He smiled. It was all fun and games to him.

“Well?”

“Yes,” Vince croaked. He wanted to spit in Simmons’s face so bad, but that would not help his situation.

“That’s a good boy. Now, I’ll untie you, and don’t you try to pull anything.” Simmons unfastened the belts first on Vince’s legs, then on his wrists.

Vince stood up, stretched his shoulders. And when nurse Simmons turned his back on him to fetch a towel, Vince launched at him.

He jumped on nurse Simmons’ back and clasped his arms around his neck. Simmons staggered back and clutched at Vince’s arms, but Vince clung to him like a tick. Simmons was like a head taller than him and twice as wide in the shoulders, so direct assault would have Vince on the ground the very next moment. This – this gave him a chance. Not to kill Simmons, no. That would be too much. To cause him at least a sliver of the pain and discomfort he just caused Vince.

“Let go,” Simmons croaked. He tried to poke at Vince’s eye with one hand, but missed. Vince bit his finger, and Simmons yelped in pain. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Vince’s arms began to hurt, so he enclasped Simmons’ body with his legs to give himself some propping. Simmons finally realised trying to reach the parasite on his back was useless and backed into the wall with all the speed he was capable of.

Vince hit the wall with his back so hard all the air went out of his lungs. His grip weakened, and Simmons managed to shove his hand in between his arms. Now that he could breathe again, Simmons began slamming his back into the wall until Vince released his grip and slid to the floor.

Simmons began kicking him in the ribs vehemently, shouting curses along with it. Vince covered his head and lay onto the floor in the pose of an embryo – that minimized the damage to vital organs. And now just to wait, just to endure until Simmons runs out of steam. Blows rained down his back and legs, some even came at the arms covering his face – the nurses usually tried not to hit in the face, but Simmons must have got too carried away.

In a distance, as though through fog, Vince heard another voice – a different nurse. Wonder if he stops Simmons or joins him?..

Then blows stopped.

Stradlin stood over Vince, looking at him with his typical indifference. Nothing ever touched him. Vince wished he could go through life like that – with a glass shield separating him and the world, so that he could see everything but not care about it. Stradlin never got angry, even when a patient was smearing shit all over his face, and barely ever smiled.

But at least he stopped Simmons.

“What’s that again?” he asked Simmons tiredly.

“The motherfucker tried to choke me!” Simmons said, rubbing his neck.

“Why’d you do that?” Stradling now said to Vince, not a change in his tone.

Vince moved his arms away from his face. The back of his palm was bleeding from Simmons’s sharp heel. He licked the blood off and smiled.

“He’s a dick.”

”And what do we do with him now?” Stradlin asked Simmons, losing interest to Vince.

“I’ll go ask Dr. Duren. I don’t even know what else can be done.” Simmons spit on the floor. “Would you mind watching him while I am away?”

“Alright.”

Simmons sent Vince the last hateful look and left. Stradlin picked up the towel that Simmons dropped when Vince attacked him and threw it at Vince.

“Wipe yourself up and dress.”

***

The man Duff delegated Tommy too surely was… peculiar. Long black hair that almost reached his waist that was unusually well-kept for a psycho streamed down his shoulders. Clear blue eyes looked at the world with wariness so old it was almost ingrained in them. His hospital robe was well-worn but clean, without a single wrinkle. This man hardly looked insane, and at first Tommy even doubted Duff told him the truth: how can be this man a patient? But then he looked at his fingers, and they were covered in wounds and scabs; the man kept picking at them absent-mindedly even as he and Duff spoke. Blood was under one of his nails. The man seemed not to notice.

“Bob, this is Tommy Lee. He just arrived to our asylum, so make sure his first impression is good!” Duff said with a smile. “Tommy, this is Bob Deal. He’s one of the oldies. Knows everything around here. He’ll show you around.”

“Hello,” Tommy said carefully to the man, hesitating whether he should offer him his hand. Then he decided to go for it – and the man looked at it like it was smeared with crap.

“Bob doesn’t shake hands,” Duff said apologetically. “He’s very… hygienic. Our laundresses’ favorite patient!”

“Ah, alright.” Well, what else could I expect.

“People used to show their hands to each other to prove they had no weapons. This is where hand-shaking comes from. You both can agree this is not needed in our situation,” the man spoke with a low, slightly hoarse voice. He must be a smoker. Were cigarettes allowed here?

“Well, you know, with some patients you wish they got in the habit of showing you their hands,” Duff laughed. “Not needed with you two, though, that’s true. Alright, I’ll be on my way. Please be back in twenty minutes, gents, or I’ll get into a big trouble. And keep out of nurse Simmons’ sight!”

“Don’t worry, boss,” Bob Deal said, made Tommy a lazy gesture to follow him and turned around. They went up the pathway circling the asylum.

“Hey, Bob. What’s so bad about nurse Simmons?” Tommy asked. Bob kept silent so long Tommy thought he was ignoring him. What did he do to earn such unfriendliness?

Then he stopped and turned to Tommy. “Two things,” he said. “First: don’t call me Bob. My name is Mick Mars. Nurses mustn’t know.”

“Mick Mars?” The name was more fit for a practicing performer than for a psych patient. Though… these were not too far apart. People of the arts were all a bit cooky. “Alright… And why nurses mustn’t know?”

“They will tell them.” Mick highlighted the last word with his voice. He looked at Tommy with grave seriousness. To laugh now would be to lose his favor for good.

“Oh. Them. Alright. And who are they?”

Mick didn’t answer, just put his finger to his mouth.

Well, if that was the asylum’s most reasonable fellow, Tommy feared to imagine what their worst case looked like. The blonde guy from the canteen? Or something worse?

They stood in silence until Tommy lost his patience.

“What’s the second thing?”

“Oh, yeah.” Mick’s tone switched to lazy casual so suddenly it gave Tommy a whiplash. “Nurse Simmons. Right. Well, he’s very good friends with Dr. Duren. And he tells him about everything he sees. And he usually sees things that we’d rather Dr. Duren didn’t know about.”

“A snitch,” Tommy concluded.

“You could say that.” Mick turned around and continued his path. He was surprisingly fast for a short man that he was - his head barely reached Tommy’s shoulder.

They went up the path and reached the asylum building.

“Alright. This,” Mick waved vaguely in the air, “is out beloved Feelgood Asylum. You feelin’ good here already?”

Tommy snorted. Mick clearly liked that.

“Our beloved asylum contains about seventy patients, give or take. About twenty nurses and then the director, Dr. Duren. He’s the one who’s gonna diagnose you and prescribe you stuff and all. Sometimes he requests help from other doctors when the case is tough, but usually he does it all himself.”

“And what kind of case is so tough Dr. Duren can’t crack it?” Tommy’s father spoke of him with much respect, even reverence. Dr. Duren also treated Tommy’s uncle, and, as far as he knew, successfully. Tommy never met him, but father said he was living peacefully in the Yorkshire countryside. If your treatment goes well, you can join him there, father used to say. That was before Tommy’s psychosis revealed itself, though.

“I think you’ve already met him,” Mick said, looking pointedly at Tommy’s cheek. Tommy couldn’t help but touch the bruise the blonde guy left him. It hurt a bit, and the cheekbone began to swell, but overall Tommy felt pretty good about the fight. He didn’t back off and stood up to himself.

“You saw the fight too?”

“No. But everyone had heard about that already. You did the right thing. Wharton had it coming.”

“He really is… something else.” Tommy recalled the inhuman shriek and shuddered. “Is he always like that?”

“Usually not. But he’s had a bad spell for a couple weeks. Spent almost all of them in a padded cell. Guess that makes a person a little bit… mad.”

Tommy snorted again. Well, at least this old man was fun.

“And what was the consensus on him?”

“I don’t know, but if I were those doctors, I’d say: pour more cold water on the bastard. He surely needs to cool down.” Mick started walking again, and Tommy followed him. “The problem is, he hurts other inmates. Some complain of sexual assault. Some… well, don’t react well to his antics. My advice is: keep away.”

“Alright,” Tommy said. What he saw and heard of Wharton convinced him this was rather sound advice. He only wished Wharton would also keep away from him. For some reason, Tommy doubted it. People like him tended to be pretty vindictive.

“Now, the asylum itself is Building A. Nurses live there – in Building B.” Mick waved at a smaller building a little bit farther away. It was connected with the asylum by a corridor. “We’re pretty far in the countryside, and they can’t commute here from London every day.”

“Looks much newer than the asylum.”

“Because it is. When asylum housed less people, nurses lived in the same building, just in a different wing. Good times those were. Peaceful.”

“You were there already?” Tommy stared at Mick. He didn’t look that old – in his forties, maybe. How long had he spent in the asylum?

“You heard Michael – I’m one of the oldies,” Mick huffed. He looked clearly displeased, and Tommy decided to drop the topic.

“And then the world went crazy, and people went crazy, and the asylum had to take in more and more patients. And now we’re all cramped in here, two, three in a ward… I heard you’ve got it rather fancy?”

“What, the ward?” Tommy clarified. “Fancy” was the last word he could come up with to describe it. But other patients probably didn’t have even that. “Well… the curtains are full of holes and the carpet needs washing, and I’m pretty sure someone bled on my mattress, but otherwise yeah, you could say it’s fancy.”

“Oh-oh, look at him, he’s got holes in his curtains!” Mick teased. “Spoiled little brat, you are. Why aren’t you wearing a robe like us peasants, anyway?”

“Du- Michael said there’s none in my size.”

“Well,” Mick looked him over critically, “your size is probably hard to match, that’s true. But don’t you worry – they’ll dress you up like the rest of us.”

“Oh no,” Tommy moaned. “These look just horrible.”

“You’re in an asylum,” Mick reminded sternly. ”It’s not a beauty pageant.”

“Maybe that’s why you all are crazy here,” Tommy grumbled. “Humans need beauty to live.”

“Humans need food, water and air to live. Everything else is secondary.” Mick waved his hand and headed up the path.

“Now, that’s the laundromat and that’s the kitchen. You might be assigned laundry or kitchen duty some time – if you’re normal around knives, of course.”

At home Tommy was forbidden from going to the kitchen after a maid discovered four knives under his pillow and two in the pockets of his coat. He decided not to tell Mick that, but the old man with his piercing gaze probably saw something anyway.

“So do the patients do all the work around here?”

“Well, not all. There are cooks and laundresses and cleaners. But there are too few of them to service all the patients, so yeah – we have to help ourselves.”

“And why don’t just hire more people?”

Mick stopped dead in his tracks, looked at Tommy, saw he was serious and erupted into laughter.

“Oh, sweet innocence! You do know that services cost money, right?”

“Of course,” Tommy pouted, crossing his arms on his chest in a defensive gesture. “It’s just… doesn’t the asylum have sponsors?”

“Sure it does. But sponsors are also not bottomless moneybags. And they, unlike patients, haven’t doubled in numbers in recent decades.”

“Oh.” Tommy’s father was one of the sponsors, and he never mentioned the asylum was underfunded. And Tommy’s father had no problem with money. Couldn’t he invest even a little in the place he sent his son to?

“Yeah. So that’s why we have to work. Dr. Duren says, of course, that labor humanizes and ennobles, but we all know that’s just an excuse.”

Tommy imagined himself mopping a bathroom floor and shuddered. Working like a servant, getting all sweaty and dirty, fumbling with psychos’ dirty underwear or washing the dishes – horrible, horrible! Maybe his privileged status would also absolve him of all this labor? He was already noble enough.

Duff would probably tell him to get off his high horse, and as much as Tommy liked him, that attitude irritated him. They all may be psychos here, but even among psychos there is variation. He needed to ask Dr. Duren about it. He was friends with Tommy’s father, surely he would cut Tommy some slack?

“And you sure need to learn what real labor is like. You look like you haven’t washed a dish in your life,” Mick added ruthlessly.

Well, he was not wrong. Tommy was used to considering that a reason for pride, but somehow the only thing he now felt was shame. And then – anger. How dares this lunatic shame him?

He just opened his mouth to express his resentment when Mick frowned, staring at the nurses’ dormitory, and then quietly cursed.

“Damn it. Nurse Simmons! He can’t see us!”

Tommy followed the path of his gaze and saw the nurse from the canteen. Even at this distance he instilled some primal fear in Tommy. Especially now, when he was walking in big strides, his hands were clenched into fists, and his coat half-soaked in water.

Mick dashed to the nearest tree and hid behind the trunk. From there he gestured to Tommy to hide behind another tree, which he did.

They watched the nurse enter the building, and even from their spots could hear the bang he slammed the door with.

“Hm. Someone got him real mad.” Mick scratched his stubbly chin. “We better go back to other patients.”

[meimeiherokitten]

Does anyone else think Stede Bonnet and Ted Lasso should meet?

Ted would LOVE Stede's 'talk it thru as a crew' dynamic and Stede would adore Ted's Believe sign.

They'd bond over their anxiety and their divorces.

Stede would TOTALLY be a Diamond Dog.

Ted would have fawned over Stede's faked death fuckery.

Ted would have given Stede his Be Curious Not Judgemental speech and Stede would have taught Ted that sometimes a little massive aggression can be a good thing.

Sure, there are things they'd clash on too, but just think they'd still learn and bond over those too.

And they would totally agree that slightly furry, sweary, growly first mates with warm gooey centers under all that scowling granite are the best.

And, as an added bonus, Izzy and Roy sitting together having a 'fuck'-off (made even better by the actors having worked together in the past!).

.......or i could be wrong and someone would end up dead.

[stedefxckingbonnet]

part two of the one where reader kills for izzy?! idk im thinking something where the reader starts to get in their head about it since they did swear never to kill anyone and they start panicking after a while and Izzy’s there. i love ur writing ofmhfhf

Hi!! I'm really happy you suggested this—I hope that this second part is just as enjoyable as the first!! and, thank you so much for reading and loving my writing, anon! And, all of you! It really does mean the universe to me and makes my heart soar to bring you all joy! I can't thank you all enough for your everlasting kindnesses. Enjoy!! xx <3

Love,

Lavinia

P.S I hope to crank out at least 1-2 more requests this week before I go out of town and kind of offline for a few days!! Please by all means, keep the requests coming though! I am not overwhelmed and I do not feel obligated by any means—I love getting to write and receiving such wonderful ideas from you all.

Eternity (part 2) | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death (not of a major character or reader!), light angst, kissing, brief mentions of lack of eating due to anxiety, the briefest mention of nausea and nothing past that, the briefest mention of blood, some strong language

Word Count: 2084

The salty sea air that you once adored, that you once could smell for hours and never get sick of, that you wished you could bottle and later open to submerge your senses in at any time entered your nostrils as it usually had and it was almost enough to make you nauseous. You ran off of the deck immediately, abruptly ending your conversation with Lucius, whom you heard tease you for suddenly having sea legs as you exited his sight.

You found yourself back in your quarters and you immediately slammed the door, making sure no one had any ideas of following you. All you wanted to do was hole yourself up in between those four walls and maybe never even show your face to anyone again. You barely left your room nowadays unless it was absolutely called for. Even the confections that Roach prepared just for you were never enough to get you to eat. He had noticed you avoiding the crew during meals more and more, and never finishing the food he prepared specially for you to consume at different times where you could enjoy your solace like you needed sometimes. He didn't even care that you were wasting supplies and rations—he just wanted you to get something on your stomach and to keep in good health. It brought him down that he wasn't able to help you, and soon after, even more of the crew's worry for you only grew, including the captains themselves.

But no one was more concerned than Izzy. Even if they tried to exhibit that they were, he would only throw furious remarks their way until they got it into their pea brains that no one could be as truly uneasy as him, not knowing if you were okay or not. As soon as he came out onto the deck, he noticed you flee, which only made his heart sink into the pit of his stomach even further. Without question, he followed behind you, but when you slammed the door shut, he figured he would give you just a few moments to cool off. He sighed as he leaned against your door, slowly sinking down to the ground to sit before he finally felt in his gut that it was a decent enough time to enter. It would never be a good time, not even an okay time. He had to settle for decent enough, and he was okay with that. He just wanted to make sure you would be alright—he needed to make sure of it. And if he could help in any way at all, he would do so without hesitation.

He could have sworn he heard a few sobs from the other end, and this is when he stood up and inhaled sharply before knocking gently on your door, executing a rhythm that allowed you to know that it was him on the other side. At first, he didn't hear a response, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet, so he rose his hand to knock again, but just as he was about to, you opened the door. His hand quickly shot back down to his side.

"Izzy," you breathed, gently grabbing his forearm and pulling him inside yourself. This time, you quietly shut the door behind you. You let go of your grip of him and immediately plopped onto your bed, face-first. A sigh escaped Izzy's lips as he sat beside you, tracing patterns into the small of your back and eventually beginning to lightly massage your shoulder. He remembered when you shared with him that all of your worries manifested themselves in your shoulders, further creating gordian knots that seemed impossible to undo. You allowed a few sighs of relief to be heard, filling the silence between you and Izzy. He was eternally grateful, for once in his life, for such a silence to be interrupted.

"Are you avoiding me?"

At this, you immediately shot up out of your position. You turned to face him. "What? No, no, Iz—I'm not avoiding you. I promise."

"It feels like it," he slightly turned away so as to conceal the dismay written all over his face. "I don't know what it is that I've done, but whatever it is, I...I'm sorry."

"Izzy," you exhaled, then taking your own turn to rub his back. "I promise you I'm not avoiding you."

"You've been...distant, almost," he pointed out, looking over his shoulder to see your face the best he could. He marveled at the sight of you—even when not fully facing you, even when your cheeks were tear-stained and your appearance more unkept than usual, you were absolutely enchanting. You were more beautiful than any of the wonders of the world that Izzy Hands had encountered, more bewitching than any of the treasures he had acquired and any of the artwork he had laid eyes upon, more enticing than any song he had ever heard. To Izzy, you practically were the definition of beautiful and anything else reminiscent of it.

You gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face you, and he ended up turning his body back around, but your fingers still rested upon his face.

"I'm not trying to be," you spoke sincerely, meeting his eyes. "I just...haven't been feeling very well as of late, I suppose."

"Are you ill?" he inquired, bringing his palm up to your forehead with his ungloved hand. "You feel fine to me...Say, is someone in the crew bothering you? I swear, I'll give them a piece of my mind—"

"Izzy!" you almost laughed. "No, no. Nothing of that sort."

"Then what is it?" he almost demanded. To anyone else, this would have appeared aggressive but you knew this was his way of care towards you shining through. His care for you was like a bright ray of sunshine that still shone through even the darkest of clouds.

"Just exhausted," you shrugged. "I'll be fine soon. Just need to rest more."

You both were no stranger to silence, who decided to visit in this moment. But when it came to you, Izzy didn't quite like the added company of silence, nor its existence between you two at all. Of course, he would be overjoyed to co-exist in one of your quarters whilst silence filled the space—at times like those, its presence was tranquil. But it was the furthest from emitting any feeling of peace right now. Izzy wanted to slash right through it and make sure it never came back.

"I'm not a fool, you know," Izzy spoke against said quiet, almost frowning. "I can tell when something is wrong, especially with you. You're avoiding everyone, including me. You haven't eaten in days, and don't try and deny it—Roach told me. Approached me himself."

You bit your lip until you drew a few droplets of blood, which cascaded down your chin. Izzy sighed, wiping the trail that had formed off of your face with his ungloved hand. Once you were clear of any redness that wasn't already natural and apparent on your face, his hand lingered upon it for a moment as he got lost in your eyes.

"You can tell me anything," he promised you as a soft smile overtook him. "I just want you to be okay. I want to help you, believe it or not."

At this, you couldn't hold any of it back anymore. Tears immediately flew out of your eyes and landed on yours and Izzy's clothes, sobs escaped your mouth—you could hardly stand to look at Izzy, and you could hardly even sit. Before you knew it, you collapsed into Izzy, your head on his lap and your legs dangling off your cot. "Every day I'm so fucking guilty, Izzy. I can't sleep because I just—I just see blood, everywhere. I feel that shop owner's final breath on my neck every time there's any sort of breeze, so, always. And because I'm not getting enough sleep, I'm fucking seeing things, like his ghost or something, and I just—I'm a murderer, Izzy. Oh my god—I'm a murderer, I'm absolutely horrible..."

As you panicked, Izzy held you close to him, softly stroking your hair and listening intently. He tried his best to soothe you, often repeating things such as "it's okay" while you continued to sob into his leathers.

"It's okay, love," he added onto the last one, which took him way too much courage to do than he would ever admit. You looked up at him with a hopeful gleam in your eye, and that's when it hit Izzy, that's when he realized exactly what you needed from him. He breathed in as much of the air as he could and released a good amount of it back into the atmosphere before he opened his mouth to speak. "I know that killing another person is so fucking haunting. My first kill honestly messed me up, and Blackbeard's messed him up even worse. But you aren't a murderer or a killer, my love. You're my savior, if anything. You saved my life. And it sucks that the only way to do that was by ending someone else's, I know, but that was the only way. Maybe there was, but there wasn't any time to think of that. You're a problem-solver, and you saved me. I know it feels like what you did was wrong, I know it can feel like that. But you are the furthest thing from a bad person. Look, I know I may not be the best with words. but I am telling the truth. And I don't resent you for having to do what you did, nor does the crew or your captains. It was a difficult fucking position to be put in, and one you shouldn't have even been in at all. And I'm so sorry that trying to do a good thing came with all of these awful, awful feelings. I would never have wanted you to save me that day if I knew you'd be feeling even half of this."

By the time Izzy was done speaking, he felt winded. He sort of laughed at how deep of a breath he had to take. He quickly looked over at you to see any sign that anything that he had just said helped you or reached you in any capacity. He quickly grew self conscious, wondering if he said anything remotely of help or if he just sounded like a complete dick. He opened his mouth to speak once again, in hopes that maybe he could correct all his supposed mistakes, but before a sound could escape him, you wrapped your arms around him, practically tackling him as you did so. Izzy let out a gasp, but he, as if it were almost instinct, held your arms with his hands. He melted into your embrace, and felt more content than he had ever felt. He would be okay with staying in this moment for all eternity, if he could.

"I love you, Israel."

The words left your lips before you could even realize that was what you were about to say, to express. Your breath hitched, and you almost couldn't meet eyes with Izzy anymore, but you couldn't help but glimpse over at him, desperate for his response, even if he couldn't return your sentiment just yet—or ever, really. You knew that what the two of you shared was special and beyond words and normalcy and maybe it even transcended the confines and limitations of life and love itself, but you understood if love was not in the picture for him at all. Maybe what the two of you shared wasn't that special or that transcendental. But before you knew it and before you could doubt yourself anymore, Izzy's lips were on yours. This was only the second time you had shared a kiss since you saved him and this time it was filled with even further intensity and warmth, and even almost this sort of hunger, this craving for you. You honestly didn't even need verbal confirmation from the man anymore—you knew your connection didn't need to be spelled out so directly, and perhaps what you felt for one another couldn't be reduced to love. But when the two of you pulled apart at the same time, foreheads still touching and lips still pressed closely upon one another, Izzy, with such earnest conviction, spoke the clearest he ever had.

"I love you, darling. For all of eternity, and whatever awaits us beyond it. I promise."

[hollywoodroses]

MY MASTERLIST

Below is a masterlist of the stories I have written so far. I write about guns n’ roses, jon bon jovi & motley crue. Please enjoy! 😊

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Guns N’ Roses

life of a glam metal groupie (headcanon) [smut]

teacher’s pet [smut]

devil inside [smut]

vivid video [smut]

sharing is caring [smut]

maid for you [smut]

Jon Bon Jovi

nice to meet ya (headcanon) [clean]

forgive me father [smut]

Mötley Crüe

mötley crüe kid (headcanon) [clean]

do you want a record deal? [smut]

sincerely yours, nikki [smut]

shower time (a blurb) [smut]

Pamela Anderson

the house bunny (a blurb) [clean]

playmate [smut]

Other

call from the other side (the beatles) [clean]

divinity school for girls (måneskin) [mature themes]

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