#sorry to anyone in the GA like that had to hear me say ‘I’m fucking freezing’ over and over for almost 5 hours

[folklaurr]

I sat on a cold Toronto side walk for 4.5 hours then stood a barricade for another 2.5 before the show even started and it was the best night of my life

[acowardinmordor]

You Left Me - You Miss Me - 4

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Hi, time for more, arguably making things better, but also arguably making things much worse.

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There was a diner a block and a half from their apartment. Steve found it when the sky opened up during his jog one morning. Snow, he could have handled, he was dressed for it. Slushy sleet mixed with hail was another matter. He ducked inside to hide until it passed, chatted with the owner for a bit, and brought Robin with him the next day because they had an amazing spread of waffle toppings, including crumbled bacon, and Steve knew she’d go crazy about it.

He was correct, and it was their go to spot, not just for breakfast. 

At the end of January, Rebecca sat down to join them, and handed Steve an application. 

Steve was already working at a JC Penny in the stock room, and picked up a few hours at a roller rink filling in when someone called out. They had enough money to live. Not decadently, but they could cover all their bills, and keep gas in the car, and buy supplies for Robin’s classes.  

“Uh, Rebecca, I’m- thank you? But. My memory sucks, and my hearing isn’t great, and if someone starts getting rude, I’m going to get rude back to them, and --”

“This is a diner, hun,” she stopped him, “You write the orders down, you can always tell someone to say it again, and the fact you can shut down anyone that gives you lip is why I think you’ll be good at it. Like I said, it’s a diner. We don’t have to be all sunshine and daisies here.”

“I’m working at another--”

“Over at the mall and the rink, I know. And I know you’re free Monday through Wednesday mornings. And,” she stressed, “staff gets free meals and first dibs on the day olds.”

“Dingus!" Robin gasped and grabbed his arm. "Do it, do it. Stevie. Please, oh my god, please, you have to take it. You can bring me the brioche buns. And that apple butter. And that thing with the nuts! Steeevveee, don’t you love your soulmate? Please? I cou--”

So Steve took the job, and worked a few mornings a week. By the third week of February, he stopped feeling like he was going to fuck up any second. He understood why Rebecca liked his ability to get bitchy in the face of difficult customers, and he and Robin had cupboards well stocked with random take homes. 

He liked it. Starting at five in the morning took some getting used to, but he was done by one, and traded off with a middle aged mom named Susan after the lunch rush settled down. Was it a ton of money? No. But he got more tips than he expected to, and the brioche really was delicious. 

The last week of February, he was working alone on a Tuesday, at the start of the lunch rush, expecting Susan to arrive soon, and an easy day. 

“Be with you in a minute,” he called to whoever just came inside, bussing half a dozen empty plates from table two after dropping off more creamer at table four. He looped back, ducking behind the counter to put the plates on the pass through for Nick to grab. 

He dropped the entire stack before he got there.

His hands clenched down, his muscles locked, and even though it should have made him hold harder, everything slipped, and either shattered on the tiles or banged into his feet.

Jim Hopper winced from his seat at the counter. “Sorry, kid.”

The couple of other diners glanced up to check on him, and John looked around the window from the kitchen. Steve didn’t move. Couldn't. Could barely breathe.

“Is it back?”

“No.”

His exhale shook out of him before he shoved down the panic.

“Then whatever this is can wait.” 

“I’m just here to talk.”

“And I said it can wait.”

He swept up the broken dishes, shrugged off John’s silent offer to throw Hopper out, and reminded himself there was no reason to think that the Upside Down was back. That meant this was going to be more awkward and less dangerous, and he was going to hate it, but it was still the better version of the day. 

“What’ll you have?” 

“Kid, I’m here to talk cause I didn’t think you’d want me at your place.”

“And I’m at work, and this is a diner, so what’ll you have?”

“Steve--”

“I’ll bring you coffee. I’m not talking about this while I’m working.”

“Coffee’s good. When are you off?”

Steve gave his bitchiest smile, didn’t answer, and went to seat the couple that just walked in. 

The lunch rush was a mercy. Susan handled Hopper, and gave him the iciest service anyone had ever gotten under that roof. Hopper took it gracefully, but he didn’t shift, or push, or give any indication that he wasn’t willing to sit there til midnight if he had to. 

Normally, Steve would get some lunch to go and head home. If the weather was bad, he ate at the booth in the corner to wait it out. With the way his stomach was twisting, unable to separate Hopper from what his arrival could mean, he wasn’t going to keep food down. He filled a glass of water, then silently gestured Hop to follow. 

“Good to see you, Steve,” he said when they sat. “You and Robin doing okay up here?”

“We’re fine. Why are you here? If it isn’t something to do with, you know, then why are you here?”

“Maybe I just came up to check on you.”

“Did you?” Steve snorted into his drink when that question made Hopper’s face twist up. “So what is this?”

“I am here to check on you. There’s something else, but I came here because I’m checking on you. Me and you weren’t all that close, but you had Mrs Buckley give me your info so I’d know where you were.”

“Yeah, in case of an emergency. And you said there wasn’t any emergency. Plus, you had my phone number, so you could have called, which would be way less weird than showing up while I’m at work, you know?”

Hopper scratched at his cheek. “It’s not an emergency compared to all the reasons you wanted me to be able to find you, but if you ask those kids, this may as well be the end of the world again.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, well. Henderson is gonna get himself arrested if he keeps trying to steal the mail and find something addressed to you. Max keeps pushing El to try and find you. The only reason they haven’t gone completely crazy is because of the Buckleys telling them that you’re fine. She gave me your address and number, and she talked for a little bit about the kids.” 

Steve smiled at that. Mrs Buckley had never talked a ‘little bit’ about anything in her life. Either she was holding the line on being rude to anyone that might bother them, or Hop was pretending he hadn’t listened to a solid hour of rambling.  

“Still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Want to ask if I can -- shit, I don’t know. I can route mail back and forth so they never have your address or something. I’d rather give them your info so I don’t have to be involved, but I already know you won’t agree to that.”

Steve ignored the pause that Hopper left there. Conversation and good manners said he should concede to something so he wouldn’t inconvenience the man too much. The last month with Robin supporting his choice kept his mouth shut. She’d be pissed at him if he folded, and worse, she’d help him get through all the pain it caused if he did talk to the kids again. Then he’d feel guilty and sad. 

“Alright,” Hopper grumbled, “Didn’t think you would, but you know how those kids can be. Can’t fault me for trying.”

“So, we’re done? You sat here all this time just to talk for three minutes?”

“Almost.” 

“So….” At least Steve could enjoy the fact that neither of them were enjoying this.  Hopper winced a bit before he spoke. 

“I didn’t tell any of the kids I was coming up to see you. None of them knew, and none of them are gonna know. Didn’t even tell Joyce why, just that I was driving up to Indy. Already had a plan in case they tried to tail me up here. So, had a surprise this morning when I got to my truck. it might change your answer.”

“Didn’t know you were so dramatic about stuff.”

“Side effect of two hours with that surprise, I guess. Eddie Munson came up with me.”

Any of the kids would have hurt. 

Henderson might have made him cry. 

Eddie Munson? That didn’t make sense. 

They weren’t friends, never had been. The Upside Down meant they were connected, but they were never more than acquaintances, even when Steve was desperately trying to keep them all close. Sure, he’d taken over as the chauffeur for the kids, and everyone’s new best friend, but that didn’t explain why he’d bother to come up to talk to Steve. 

“What the hell? Why?”

“He asked.”

“And you said yes.”

“He said please.”

That was not the whole story. There was something getting skipped over, left out. Hopper tolerated Munson, but he wouldn’t do him a favor if there wasn’t some kind of monster involved. 

“Wait, you’ve been here for two hours.”

“Yep.”

“Did you just leave him in your truck this whole time? That front came through overnight. The high is thirty four today.”

“Yeah, I did,” Hopper said flatly. “He told me he wanted to come up so he could talk to you. Told me a little bit about why. And I said yes and I let him come, but I told him that I was gonna talk to you first. If you said no, he was gonna stay in that seat clear back to Hawkins, and keep his mouth shut about this whole thing.”

“How’d he know what you were doing?”

“No clue.”

“What does he want to talk about?”

“Not gonna say it for him.” Hopper shifted towards the edge of the booth. “So, want me to tell him to buckle back up, or tell him to get his ass in here?”

A quick consult with the imaginary Robin in his head left him just as confused, but curious as hell. He agreed, and fidgeted with a napkin, struggling to think of any reason why Eddie Munson would want to talk to him, or what the hell he said that the kids hadn’t that convinced Hopper to drive him up. 

Stuck in his head, Steve jumped when a mess of a man in denim and leather slid shivering into the seat opposite. The scars on his face and hands were less vivid than they were last time they saw each other, but they still worked as a thermometer. Steve's did the same.

“Why the hell were you sitting in the cold, man?”

Eddie blinked, and froze where he was rubbing his hands together trying to get feeling back. “Hopper took the keys.”

Steve’s turn to blink. This was the guy taking care of his kids. 

“Susan?” He called, gesturing for two when she lifted the coffee carafe in a question.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here or why you care or what the hell is happening, but I’m not gonna let you sit there shaking cause you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what gloves are.”

Steve watched packet after packet of sugar pour into Eddie��s, while he stirred a splash of half and half into his own cup. Eddie took a gulp, hissed at the heat, and clutched at the mug, eyes glued to the nicked surface of the table. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For rotting your teeth out? That’s your choice, Munson.”

“No,” Eddie insisted, voice hoarse, “I’m sorry about the kids.”

Steve took a breath, took a sip, took another breath. “Look, man, that’s not on you. You play D&D with them, and you like all their nerdy shit. I was -- They grew up. We got through everything, all of that, we won, and they grew up. It’s not your fault that they like you more than they liked me. So, thanks, I guess, but--”

“Steve. No. They didn’t. They -- those kids did not suddenly grow up and decide they didn’t like you anymore. You are their favorite person anywhere, ever, you will be for the rest of eternity, and they don’t understand why no one will tell them how to reach you. They put on a really good show about being mad about it, but, come on, you know what they’re like. They want to apologize cause they know they hurt you, and they want to fix it, and just, you gotta let them try, Steve. You gotta let them talk to you. They miss you so fucking much.”

“Look, I know how they get, and I know how dramatic they are, but it’s still not your fault--”

“It is. Steve. It is my fault. That’s - That’s why you have to talk to them. Cause they didn’t grow up and get over you or decide they didn’t care about you. Those kids are crazy about you, and they never stopped, and they’re hurt right now cause they don’t understand why you left them, and you gotta fix it with them, please.”

Something pinged weird in his ear when he heard the way Munson’s voice cracked. Not just worry, not just helping, not just caring about the kids. Guilt. He was taking the blame for it, even though that didn’t make any sense. The kids were - brats, gremlins, terrors, the most stubborn people he’d ever met, and he knew Nancy Wheeler. If they wanted to be around him, they would be around him. 

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, or anyone’s fault. It hurt like hell, and Steve wished it wasn’t true, but this was just life. Kids grew up, their interests moved. Friendships changed and ended. 

But that crack of guilt…

“How is it your fault and not theirs that they stopped wanting to ever see me?”

Eddie’s hands stopped shaking from the cold before he got the coffee. 

His hands were shaking again.

Trembled in the time between Steve asking, and Eddie managing to respond.  

“I, uh, I asked them to.”

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Don't be too mad at him yet. He has a lot more to say.

Part Five >>>

[coveholdenmyluv]

Mean Girls - Eren Jaeger

synopsis. Eren's the new kid at Trost Academy and being fresh meat in his senior year isn't easy. Especially so when the only friends he's made yet have managed to convince him to help them mess with "The Plastics". The problem?

He's got the biggest crush on their queen bee, Y/N.

series masterlist.

chapter warnings. Foul language, rich ppl, mentions of vomit, mentions of shitting your pants (what even are these warnings LMAO), laxatives, mentions of giving a character laxatives, hitch is a bitch (I love her I’m sorry I made her like this), drama drama drama, a lot of menstrual product talk (these characters are very comfortable talking abt these things!)

chapter synopsis. From a brawl at the supermarket to a meeting with the Queen bee’s arch nemesis, our trio’s plan preparations seem to be coming together! Though, will learning some lore regarding our resident plastics impede on Eren’s drive? Perhaps the future isn’t looking so bright for our revenge seekers…

chapter 2. Fuck with the Plastics: start

"Bag secured, over." Mikasa spoke in her usual monotone voice.

"And... you're completely sure that this will only make her a bit gassy, right 'kasa?" Armin spoke next, the shake in his voice painfully obvious even through the speaker of Eren's phone. With no answer, he tries again, "Guys? Hello?"

Silence.

"You're supposed to say 'over', Armin!"

"Oh! Over."

"Alright, mine is secured too... over?" Eren announced as he slipped his arm through the plastic bag, doing his best to be inconspicuous, though the hood over his head isn't helping his case. His attire was mostly to calm his troubled conscience.

The three way call had one purpose and a very important one at that.

Phase one of 'Fuck with The Plastics'.

"Good boy," Mikasa purred and Eren swore he could hear the mischievous grin his reply had caused to form on her face. "Now Armin, relax. All this is gonna do is make her tummy a bit upset, a little gas here and there never hurt anyone. She'll get the humiliation she made Eren bear... only much much worse because of her status, plus ruin her chances of winning this highly anticipated game and possibly her entire athletic career. Over."

"Please, stop repeating what could go wrong. I'm getting nauseous again..." Eren groans into the speaker.

"Mikasa, you say that now but, what if she's allergic to it or something? Ohmylanta, what if she dies?!" Armin screeches and Eren fears he may begin to wail soon. "I don't wanna go to jail guys! I can't go back!"

"Geez Louise, Armin." Eren winces as he pulls the phone away from his ear. "My ears are bleeding."

"Oh wait Eren, now that you reminded me, can you get me some pads from the store? My cycle is pretty heavy today." Mikasa asks.

"Uh, T-M-I Mikasa..." Armin mutters as he glances around the student aid center. His portion of contribution to the trio's master plan is arguably the least interesting, though the boy didn't seem to mind. All he was put in charge of was attaining their tickets for the game, which they receive free of charge with their student ID's.

"Mikasa, I'm literally already walking out of the store." Eren says exasperatedly, though his pace has already begun to falter in preparation for his U-turn.

"Well then, go back? If I bleed out all over the bleachers, it's your jacket I'm using to wipe it clean. The ball is in your court."

"Oh my gosh, fine!" Eren relents. "What size?"

"XXL."

Silence reigns over the three, and Eren swears everyone in the supermarket had audibly halted all movements along with them.

"Mikasa, you know damn well..." Armin begins.

"Armin! Shut the hell up, the length helps with my leakage so mind your own business!"

"Zayum, okay geez."

"Wings or no wings?" Eren asks, already having made his way back into the multiple isles freshly restocked.

"Wings, please. I want to be ready for anything." The girl answers ominously.

"I don't even want to know what that means. I'll head back to the academy after I'm done with this, where do you guys want to meet?"

"The restrooms near the cafeteria are right beside the doors that lead to a path straight to the stadium. We can meet there." Armin suggests, already beginning to make his way towards the meeting spot.

"Okay. Actually, since I'm here, do you guys want any snacks for the game?" Eren asks while he grabs a box of fruit roll ups and a bag of hot Cheetos for himself. "How long does a soccer game last?"

"A little under an hour and thirty minutes, and that's if they don't go into over time which they probably will, considering who they're playing against." Mikasa answers, "Oh, and I'll take an oat meal crème pie and a red Gatorade. But! The one with the twistable cap that you can suck on."

"We'll see how long this one will last with what we have planned, though." Armin mutters into the speaker anxiously, "Anyway, I'll take some Skittles, baby Gerber puffs, Teddy Grahams, Hubba Bubba, strawberry Hello Pandas, Scooby-Doo snacks, Gushers, Pirate's Booty-"

Eren hangs up before the other boy could finish, deciding it wasn't worth his weekly allowance.

He had already arrived at the feminine hygiene products aisle by the time Armin had sent him the remaining 27 items on his wishlist for tonight, which Eren promptly ignored. The wall that held most of the menstrual supplies was expanse and slightly intimidating to the teenage boy's eyes, though that was not to say he was taken off guard. Having a close relationship with your mother desensitizes you to a large amount of aspects of womanhood that most immature boys his age would either cringe at or ridicule.

He knows the brand his mother uses is best for absorbing, but they're not the best at being discreet. He wonders which Mikasa would prefer, though he decides that coverage and preventing leakage must have been her priority considering her earlier words. Deciding upon the trustworthy brand he had always picked up on late night pad runs with his mom, he notices how it seems to be the only brand that has yet to be restocked. The one in his hand being the very last one in XXL.

As he turns to leave the isle, a high pitched voice, practically whining curse words, catches his attention. Before he instinctively turns his head towards the sound, he internally prays for there to be no reenactment of his first encounter with Armin, knowing he couldn't bear to handle another stereotypical bully, much less work up the courage to stand up to them once more. 

"They don't have that one today, I swear I've looked everywhere!" The, now visible, person speaks into the cell phone clutched to his ear. "I don't know? Does everyone suddenly use the biggest size available? I know you do not need double X."

It seems to be a young boy, perhaps only a few years younger than Eren himself, with messily styled H/C hair and a few piercings adorning his delicate face.

"The one with the purple flowers on the box or the navy blue one with the stars?" The young boy asks, his impatience slowly making its way into his features.

Wait, purple flowers?

Eren's gaze moves back toward the box in his hands and his eyes trace those exact purple flowers printed and plastered smack dab in the center. Though, he knows there are tons of other brands that use matching floral patterns, perhaps this boy was looking for the one with the green background instead of the pink one Eren held.

"The one with the pink box, right?" The boy asks.

Well, perhaps he was searching for the 7 hour wear edition instead of the 8 hour one Eren got for Mikasa. Surely that was the case-

"8 hour version? Do you need to charge it or something, why is there a time limit?"

Certainly he couldn't be looking for the same size, not many people would be as paranoid as Mikasa due to leakage-

"Mm, XXL? Oh, cause of leakage, got it."

Run, that's what Eren needs to do. He knows how far passionate boyfriends would go for their lovers, especially ones as young as the boy he is sharing the aisle with. Kids his age will either pay romantic relationships no heed or take them far too seriously.

Though, before he could pivot in the other direction, the boy ends the call and turns to presumably search for the pink floral box in the size XXL. Coincidentally, the exact box Eren plans to buy.

The last box.

Green meets E/C.

His heart drops to his ass and his arm hastily shields the prized object behind his back as visible sweat forms on his forehead. Though, truly his efforts were all for naught.

Silence follows as the two teenagers hold eye contact, one accompanied with worry creases near his brows and the other with an unamused pout to his lips.

"Those are the last double X they have in stock, aren't they?"

"...Perchance..."

The H/C boy sighs and holds his hands up in surrender. "Look, dude. I come in peace, it's fine. What do I look like to you? Someone who would go batshit over menstrual products?" Eren shakes his head hastily, to which the younger boy agrees. Of course, what was Eren thinking? Incriminating a person who looked to be no older than the age of 15 was not cool on his part.

"You're right, My bad."

Letting any past thoughts flee his mind, Eren resumes his standstill with the stranger, neither seemingly knowing what to do next...

...before the stranger juts a finger behind Eren and exclaims, "Hey, look over there, it's TSwift!"

"What?! Where?!"

Eren was tackled to the ground and landed with a coherent 'oof', the assailant clambering on top of his chest and tugging at his arms to loosen the tight grip on the box that remains in his hands.

"That was a low blow, you psycho! I haven't seen her since I was in fifth grade!" Eren whines as he tries to free himself. Deciding that his actions were amounting to nothing, he thrusts the box away from his body and above his head, the cardboard sliding across the tiled floor of the supermarket.

"Morality is non-existent when it comes to the last box of pads, pretty boy!" The younger boy grits as he abandons Eren's body in favor of stumbling to his feet to reach the box.

As the boy steps over his head, Eren grabs onto one of his leather boots, causing him to plummet with his fingers outstretched only inches away from the prize. Eren flips himself onto his stomach and scrambles over the other boy, laying a palm atop his face to thwart his vision. In retaliation, though not after a sharp squawk, the boy chomps on the fingers overlaid his mouth, causing the brunet to cry out in pain.

"Give up!" The boy demands, "I don't care if I have to bite every one of your fingers off, I'll be leaving with that box!" He declares and delivers a torturous blow to Eren's crotch, causing him to wheeze and topple over in pain. "Aha!" The boy proclaims as he nears his victory, emitting a cry of premature success.

Though, before his slender fingers are able to reach the jackpot, his worst fear is born into existence.

"My Prada boots!" He squeals in agony and fear as Eren holds the cherished shoe above his head triumphantly and a pained smirk creases onto his face. "Don't you dare you monster, they're monolith!"

"You rich people are all the same," Eren scoffs as he throws the boot aways behind him, not sparing a glance in the direction as the boy abandons the box in favor of running over to his beloved shoe. Eren limps over to the pink box and swipes it up with an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. "I win." He states in a cocky tone, taking pride over the brawl he emerged victorious from, already preening at the amount of bragging rights he had just earned himself. "Mikasa, you owe me big time- ack!"

Not without a war cry, the unrelenting stranger rams a shopping cart into Eren's body, forcing the brunet back onto the ground and causing the box to slip out of his grasp and slide onto the floor once again.

"Never mess with my Prada boots again," He heaves and delicately steps over to the abandoned box, taking it into his hold and placing a kiss atop the the printed flowers. "Auggie, you're awesome." He then turns to face Eren and boldly upturns his pierced nose at the sight of the older boy sprawled on the floor. "You put up a good fight, unfortunately for you I reign superio-"

"I didn't hear a bell!" Eren shouts as he springs up and tackles the shorter boy, resulting in the two wrestling on the ground once again, just as they had originally started. Scratching, kicking, and biting their way across the floor, though noticeably making zero progress towards the box they both sought out.

An awkward cough acts as the bucket of cold water that halts their movements, both boys craning their heads in the direction of the sound alike deers in headlights.

An employee that hauled a cart filled to the brim with pink cardboard boxes and printed purple flowers decorating their surfaces stood before their tangled ball of limbs, gifting them a critical stare. Leisurely, and hesitatingly so, she tucks the prized boxes where they belong, before scurrying away with her haul of products stacked into her squeaky cart.

An air of silence follows the departure of the poor retail worker, both boys remaining stunned by the sudden appearance. Though, after realizing what a compromising position they had been caught in, the unraveling of their limbs went unspoken as they stood simultaneously.

Another awkward cough, though this one originating from the brunet, filled the vacant space between the two. Eren grabs ahold of one of the boxes that was recently stocked, his head hanging low in embarrassment. "So..." He utters hesitatingly.

The younger boy clears his throat, "M sry." He mutters.

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry! ...I know that Tswift joke was wrong of me."

Eren sighs in resignation, now realizing how idiotic his actions were, especially considering the fact that he seemed to be the older of the two. "It's fine. I guess we were both signed up for errand boy today, huh?"

The stranger shook his head, "Yeah but, to be honest, this is my first time going on a pad run for my sister. I wasn't 'old enough' a few years ago, and even then we don't usually do our own shopping. Our butler handles all of that."

"Oh..." It was stupid of Eren to forget that most people in his city were lathered in riches, but he did. His recent encounter with this new boy only furthered his forgetfulness, because what sort of opulent teenage boy was willing to engage in a full out brawl for a box of pads? "Well, either way. I'm guessing these aren't for you?"

"Nah, they're for my sister's friends. But, she can get pretty impatient real quickly and I'm not in the mood to deal with teenage Godzilla. She'd probably run me over with her convertible."

The mental image of Godzilla driving a convertible, only to then run over an edgy teen made Eren chuckle, "I get it, this size seems to be in high demand."

"My sister says that it's because of leakage, whatever the hell that means. I don't even think I want to know."

Eren smiled sympathetically, little brother ignorance was something he knew about all too well. "So, why are you here instead of your butler? I think I would have stood a better chance against him if I'm being honest."

The boy shrugs nonchalantly, "She says it's an emergency. Those girls can get pretty scary when in a state of panic. For being older than me, you'd think they'd be better at dealing with stress."

"I understand completely." Eren huffed in exhaustion, "My friends and I are dealing with these real popular kids at our school, we've got an ulterior motive of course, but we've seen a fair share of their antics and I can tell we'll have our hands full. At least the pay off will be worth it. We have a whole plan and everything."

The boy cackled a laugh that shook his whole body and clapped a palm onto the older boy's shoulder, "You don't say? What's such a good prize worth dealing with what seems to be a bunch of rich maggots eating away at your soul?" He asked.

"Well, it has to do with this girl..." Eren begun to attempt to elucidate the entire situation to this stranger but in the end only arrived with stutters, before he decided that the effort of reliving his trauma was not worth it. He sighed, "It's a long story."

Unexpectedly, a highly pitched rendition of 'I'm Just a Kid' began to chime in the stranger's pants, causing him to wince and groan in annoyance. "A story that I can't stay for, unfortunately." He muttered before slipping the device out of his pocket. "It's Godzilla." He confirmed his suspicions but made no moves to accept the call. Instead, he offered a jeweled hand towards the brunet.

This hand wasn't like the one that was offered to him earlier today. Instead of diamonds and gold, silver and various colored stones wrapped around this boy's digits, crowning them with luxury and status.

"My name's Augustine, but you can call me August." He paired with a friendly grin, bringing attention to the silver lip ring hung on his bottom lip.

For some reason, this boy struck something within Eren. He didn't know what it was, but there was a sense of reminiscence flooding his senses when he stared at his smile. The reminiscence that creeps up on you when you look at your sibling and recognize that the shirt they have on is in fact not theirs but yours.

He can't put his finger on it... but August reminded him of someone.

Nonetheless, he excepted his dressed hand with his own bare one. "Eren, it's just Eren."

"Alright, just Eren. I have to go, but hopefully I'll see you around!" August called out as he scampered down the aisle before Eren could have gotten another word of parting out.

What a nice guy, Eren hopes to see him again.

After grabbing the snacks that his newest friends had ordered, promptly ignoring 25 items on Armin's list, he pays the nice woman working the register and makes his departure. By the time he steps back on the pavement, the sun has begun its decent, painting the concrete buildings and vibrant trees in a golden hue.

Trost truly is a beautiful district — the architecture alone places it on a superior level when compared to many other extravagant districts out there.

Eren himself has never lived the kind of life that his new friends or acquaintances were born into. Although having a successful doctor for a dad, it was never an aspect that had ever brought upon wealth for the Jeager family. His mom rapidly rising in her fashion designer career is what has brought him to such a district as this one. Mrs. Jaeger is well on her way to being known for her individuality, and he couldn't be filled with more pride.

Having to leave his old school was pretty easy for him, he had never had many friends there anyway. Sure there were the few he could greet in the hallways, but none that had ever willingly stricken a genuine conversation with him, much less an interesting one. Though, that's not to say the experience of moving out of the blue in your senior year was something he was excited about either, that wouldn't be a nice time for anyone.

It was just his luck that he'd already made a fool out of himself on his very first day. In front of his crush to boot.

Y/N Ackerman.

He wouldn't lie to himself and proclaim that he has no feelings towards the girl. He quite literally puked on her because the amount of emotions she made him feel at a single glance proved to be overbearing to his body. Though, a portion of himself finds itself conflicted. Actually, scratch that - multiple portions of himself find themselves conflicted. As if the little people in his head are arguing against each other, and he isn't sure which side he should be on.

On one hand, the purple person that he decides to name Armeen is arguing that he should hate the girl. Mikasa said that Y/N had surely made it her goal to embarrass Eren in an attempt to solidify her superiority against him and that she was a vicious person with the ugliest soul she had ever seen. 

On another, the red person, Mika Mika, proclaimed that he already hates her. Armin and Mikasa have informed him of her vile friends, the people she willingly surrounds herself with. She condones their actions by mere association. Not to mention the absolute joke she had made of him, which was sure to have cost him a year's worth of ill-repute. Hell, probably even the rest of his soon to be miserable life.

But then, as if he had grown a sudden third hand, there appeared a pink person. This one unnamed, whispered details the other two would surely never approve of. How could she be a vicious person, when she had went out of her own way to not only invite him, but his only friends, to her highly anticipated game AND her own home, knowing that everyone in their grade had heard the abrupt invitation? She was willingly attempting to help him fix his image. How could the person those little people in his head describe as ruthless and callous, ever make his insides light on fire, as if he was a skewered rotisserie chicken on a white Sunday morning? How could the devil herself bring upon him feelings only talked about in movies?

Manipulation.

Gaslighting someone to their wits' end by batting her fluffy lashes. It's an old tactic really, but one that would never die out, nor could it. Eren isn't stupid, he knows the truth of the situation. How dire a messy set up like this could have affected her reputation as well, he gets it. Understands that measures need to be taken to prevail through such a trying time. When you're at the top, tiptoeing a razors edge, everyone at the bottom has a clear shot to shoot you down. Those mean comments and accusations of prejudice are just the paint strokes crafting a precise target onto her back.

But, to bring him and his friends into her little scheme?

To escape that threat, you need to move, and to move, you need stepping stones. Eren won't let himself or his friends be used as stepping stones.

That's exactly the reason why the three of them have developed a plan to knock her off of her prodigious throne. No longer will they allow the Queen Bee of Trost Academy to continue her reign of exploitation.

Instead, she will... shit her pants?

Well, that's the best they could come up with, so it'll have to do.

It was simple in nature really, Eren simply needed to buy her a drink, one that Mikasa claims has always been her favorite pick to drink before a game, though Eren still questions how she even had that information, and then he will offer that said drink to her as a peace offering.

A seemingly innocent gesture, except it's not. Mikasa was in charge of acquiring laxatives which they would infuse into the refreshment, which Y/N would drink and whatever happened next would be left up to fate. Though, Armin had elucidated three paths that which this plan could take.

Probability 1: She'd harbor a stomach ache, forcing her to be benched due to her poor performance, effectively eliminating the captain of Trost's varsity soccer team. Ruining her image, their chances of winning their vital game of the year, and her life.

Probability 2: She'd fart up a storm, or worse, ruining her image of the ideal senior of the year, their chances of winning their vital game of the year, and her life.

Probability 3: She'd pull an Eren and projectile vomit all over her teammates and opponents. Ruining her stellar image, their chances of winning their vital game of the year, and her life.

The third was preferred for their goal of seeking revenge, but they wouldn't complain if either of the other two played out perfectly.

"Finally, Eren! You took so long, we started to wonder if you had gotten lost on the way here." Armin says as the boy approaches their meeting spot.

"I did, three times. There is no need for this school to be so damn huge."

"Well, you're here now so..." Mikasa surreptitiously looks over her shoulder and then Eren's, "You got the goods?" She asks.

"Stop acting shifty Mikasa, you're making me nervy." Eren rebukes, eyes glancing from side to side in paranoia.

"Do you have it or not." She exasperatedly asks. He timidly ushers the plastic bag her way, his back moving to obstruct the exchange from any prying eyes. "Good boy, keep me covered and I'll crush these bad boys and then pour them in."

"Hurry 'Kasa, I don't wanna go to jail!" Armin's nerves get the best of him, and just as Mikasa began to pour the laxatives into the energy drink, his trembling palms latch onto her shoulders and begin to shake her back and forth. Unfortunately, the forcible motions cause her hand to slip and pour more than what was necessary for what they had planned. "Oops..." He breathes.

Eren's jaw drops at the amount, "Holy shit, are you- are you sure that's okay?" A dramatic gasp forcibly rasps his throat, "She's not actually gonna die, right?!"

"Uhm... no... I don't think so."

"What do you mean, you don't think so?!" He screeches.

"Ohmygosh,we'regoingtojailI'mnotbuiltforthatimgonnadie-"

"Armin, chill." Mikasa grits, before twisting the cap of the bottle and giving it a good shake. "She'll be fine, we're not going to jail. All that'll change is the addition of one more possibility, which is shitting her pants for real."

"I thought we were only joking about that? You mean she'll actually shart herself?" Eren asks.

"Yeah," Mikasa declares with no amount of remorse in her irises, simply tilting her head to face him head on, smirk standing proud on her lips. "Even better than we planned, right? Give the bitch the humiliation she deserves."

After a moment of maintaining arduous eye contact with the ravenette, Eren relents, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling instead and interlocking both hands in his shaggy hair. "You're crazy. Like deadass, you belong in a mental hospital."

"Okay but, wait. The bottle is already open, no one who has a right mind would accept an already opened drink from someone she met yesterday." Armin points out, ever the observer.

"Well, she's gonna have to in order for this plan to work..." Mikasa mumbles, lips pursing in thought. "Oh, Eren! Why don't you be a doll and offer to open it for her, that way she wouldn't even notice it has already been open." She announces with a proud nod, clearly impressed with her solution.

Eren however, isn't as impressed. If anything, the pit in his stomach twists and turns even tighter, bringing forth creases onto the surface of his skin as his face lightly scrunches in disgust. Playing a direct hand in the demise of anyone's athletic career can be catastrophic to the psyche, though he doubts Mikasa's is being affected much if at all.

"Fine."

"Good boy-"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Anyway, we should get going now. Or else, we'd be late. The game starts in 20 minutes, and the walk there is about five, give or take. Though, the introductions take up a good 10 to 15." She ignores the boy.

"Plus, we still need to find seats. Hopefully we won't have to sit on the opposing team's side, or else we'd be royally fucked." Armin adds as they exit the school building.

The pathway that leads them directly towards the stadium is beautiful and cleanly. The school itself is exceptionally cared for, with vibrant green bushes that looked as if they were clipped with the utmost precision. Marbled vases for various other plants and polished benches littered across the lawn oozed a luxurious aura.

"Who are they playing against?" Eren asks.

"I think it's Stohess Prep." Armin answers.

"Oh, that means drama~" Mikasa adds, "10 bucks Levi chokes out Coach Nile?"

"Mm, nah. 20 bucks it's Ymir and Hitch." Armin replies, pointer finger prodding at the fat of his cheek in thought.

"Oh, I forgot about those two. 30 Y/N is forced to step in either way."

"40 bucks she joins."

"50 that they recreate that one Euphoria scene from season 2."

"60 someone yells plus ultra."

"70 bucks Y/N gets hit by a bus and dies."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, you need an exorcist." Armin quips.

"I've been wondering, why do you hate her so much? There's gotta be history you're not telling me." Eren asks the girl.

It was true, he can feel the animosity she seemingly reigns in 24/7 and he wonders if it was at all reciprocated. Though, he has the feeling that it's heavily one sided.

"Mikasa and Y/N-"

"Armin, shut it." The girl grits before her friend could have thought to utter the remainder of his statement.

Eren groans, "Armin, don't shut it. Open it. Open it wide."

"Don't word it like that, Eren..."

"I just don't see the point," Mikasa admits, though her face was telling to how difficult the situation seems to be for her, "What's in the past should be left there, why open up that can of worms?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, but it's pretty damn obvious that those worms have been out for a while now. You don't think I've noticed how personal this seems to be for you?" Eren rebuts.

"Oh, and I'm not supposed to notice how personal this is for you? As in, more than just some revenge brought upon by petty high school humiliation?" She challenges, and her piercing gaze bore into Eren's own. "You've made your little crush pretty obvious, the addition of this information might change more than you think it would, Eren."

"Who I have a crush on is none of your business. Besides, yeah, I'll admit I'm not blind, I can tell Y/N is an attractive girl. You can't blame me for admitting so, but a silly little school crush is just a silly little school crush at the end of the day. I don't get how your past with her had anything to do with something as minuscule as that."

Mikasa's arms crossed before her chest in frustration, and she kept her head forward, not relenting at unsealing her lips. Though, Armin, being placed in the middle of both teens, hates being a quiet middleman.

"Y/N and Mikasa are cousins." He blurts.

Eren's jaw drops, "What?!" His fingers thread through his hair once again, this time gripping at the roots because what the actual fuck. "You're fucking with me, right?"

Armin shakes his head vehemently, "Deadass. They even have the same last name! You'd have never guessed, right?"

"Well, not really. Like, at all."

"Trust me, I wish it wasn't true either." Mikasa sighs.

Eren's arms flail before him defensively, "No! It's not that I wish it weren't true, it's just that it's hard to believe considering how you guys are like polar opposites. I mean she's so... y'know-" He awkwardly shrugs his shoulders, expecting the action to speak the words he couldn't find in himself to utter out loud. "And you're... y'know..."

Armin coughs, "Emo."

"I'm not emo! As a matter of fact, I'm not even a goth, contrary to popular belief. I'm just edgy, how hard is it to look up, people?!"

"...what's the difference?"

"Oh, shut up, Armin! That's why your balls haven't dropped!"

"You promised you wouldn't bring that up anymore!"

"Armin, your balls haven't dropped?"

"Oh, look! We're here!"

As Eren looked before them, he was met with the front of an impressive industrialized soccer stadium. The words 'Home of the Scouts' were engraved above the entrance in proud bold letters. He notices that they are currently standing in the middle of the massive parking lot, containing multiple first class busses bearing the titles 'Stohess Stallions'.

Guessing that those belong to the opposing team, and that team was no where to be found, Eren concludes that both teams must be inside already. Which begs the question, how late is this trio?

"You're in the way."

Eren nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden stern voice, and the freight was not limited to himself. Armin squeaks and hides behind his two friends, using them as human shields, though Mikasa simply whips around with a nasty scowl at her face because, who would have the audacity?

Oh, that's who.

"Hitch." She grits.

Coming face to face with a group of girls clad in forest green shorts and jersey's, though their matching team jackets obscured the latter, was intimidating, to say the least. The one standing with the most pride, right at the front and center, wore a smug smirk on her face that her short and wavy dirty blonde hair framed beautifully.

"Well, well, well, would you look at who we have here." She drawls with a laugh. "This is such an interesting trio you guys have going on."

"Mikasa who is this, and why did she come up to us like an anime villain?" Eren whispers towards the ravenette.

"Just our luck." The girl mutters under her breath, not at all a just answer in Eren's eyes, but he was not about to voice his thoughts.

The stranger eyeballs Eren in a way that a certain Ackerman did just a few hours earlier in the day, though this time it did not have him weak in the knees, instead an eerie shiver ran down the length of his spine and caused him to gulp down a yelp.

"Come lookin' for a barf bag, new kid?" She decides to single him out directly, "You know, it's almost funny. I always have the same reaction you did when I see Ackerman as well! I don't blame you, hell, I'd even praise you if it wasn't so disgustingly embarrassing." She jests. "You are new aren't ya? Man, the balls you must have to pull that stunt on your very first day. Oh, the look on her face was enough to have me in tears, I've got to tell you."

"It wasn't on purpose." He mumbles with an eye roll.

"Oh, be careful Hitch. You'll make him mad and we just had our jerseys dry cleaned." Comes a voice from beside her, one of her teammates presumably. This draws out many more chuckles from the group of girls, causing Eren's cheeks to heat up from the jab at his poor stomach.

That voice, low but smooth, causes both Armin and Mikasa to stiffen, as if they had recognized it.

"No way..." Armin mutters, his eyes widening in surprise as the owner of the voice made herself visible.

Another blonde, though this one a paler tone, with glacial blue eyes and a sloped nose emerged from the group, a large bag slung over her shoulders and purple cleats hanging from her fingers.

She had an aura about her, one familiar to Eren. One that wrapped itself around every throat and forced the people around her to pay her heed.

"You're right, Annie. Coach would bench us if we happened to sully them and he can't afford to bench his star players." Hitch agrees, though her eyes are not on her apparent teammate. Instead, they seemed to be inspecting Armin and Mikasa's faces, clearly amused by their starstruck expressions.

"Kasa, do something..." Armin whispers.

"What do you want me to do, hex her?"

"Mikasa, long time no see." Annie continues. It seems that the two know each other, perhaps they are old friends? What a heartwarming reunion. "How's it feel living in your cousins shadow?"

Or, perhaps not.

Mikasa's eyes darken and she begins to fumble in her bag for a pair of scissors, "I quite like the shadows, it gives me a place to properly plan your downfall. Maybe even your murder."

Hitch gasps and feigns a frightened expression, "Oh shiver me timbers, small emos are so scary."

"I'll show you scary cunt-"

"Hey hey hey! What's going on here?" Connie unexpectedly appears from behind the trio, his arms making their way around their shoulders. "You guys will be late if you keep loitering around."

"You could never be Bokuto." One of the girls murmur.

"Oh, Connie, I'm so glad you're here. Bend down a little will you? I feel like I have something stuck in my teeth." Hitch jests as she rubs a finger across her pearly whites.

"Aha, funny." Connie grits, "Hey, how's Marlowe by the way? I imagine he's better since he left you for, who was it again?" He asks with a false pensive look.

"Her mom." Armin declares with a proud grin.

The girl clenches her jaw and scowls, "Fuck you, Connie. Isn't yours chilling upside down on a roof?"

"Wrong AU, hitch."

"At least my hair doesn't make me look like I call corporate." Connie retorts.

"Yeah, well at least-"

"Hitch, we don't have time for this." Annie interrupts, holding her wrist out and allowing her teammate to glance at her watch... is that a Rolex? "We still need to warmup."

Eren doesn't think he has ever seen Connie's eyes darken as much as they did then, shooting daggers at the blonde on par with the ones Mikasa fires at her cousin. "You finally decide to talk, Annie?" He calls the girl out.

Without even sparing him a glance, she states a monotone, "I have nothing to say to you." And walks away from the group in pursuit for the entrance.

Following her departure, Hitch scowls at the fact that she too should follow. "Whatever, I'll save my energy for your little friends on the field. You better watch your captain, it'd be a shame if she forgets her place and mysteriously finds herself on her knees where she belongs."

"Don't dish out what you can't take." Connie asserts.

The girl simply rolls her eyes, "Let's go." She says and takes her leave, taking her army of followers along with her.

"Saweetie did it better!" Armin yells after her, to which Mikasa agrees and waves her hand daintily at the group.

"Man, you are having the worst of luck today, aren't you, Eren?" Connie says with a guffaw.

Eren groans and holds his head in his hands. "Trust me, I know."

"I'm surprised you held your own, Connie. Considering that was literally Annie... and she's with Stohess." Mikasa says.

The boy sighs, "Yeah, I know. Fortunately, Reiner found out yesterday, so we weren't as blind sided. Though, we still haven't told the team, and that's been a topic of discourse amongst a couple of our friends." He answers, and the pained expression on his face almost forces Eren to feel sorry for him.

Almost.

Shaking his head lightly to disperse his frown, he instead returns his attention towards the brunet once again. "Anyway, don't worry about Hitch. She's always like that. It's petty school rivalry shit that we used to have with Marley till they shut that school down. Now Stohess thinks they need to step up and claim the spot as our rivals." He explains, though Eren laughs at the ridiculousness of his joke.

They're in high school, clearly it wouldn't actually be that serious, right?

Why is Eren the only one laughing?

"No literally, look." Connie says and juts a finger towards the busses they had spotted earlier. Eren hadn't spotted it before, but right under the school name seemed to be the words, 'Trost Academy rivals! Fuck Marley and Fuck Trost!'

"Oh..." Eren utters breathily, "We're too old for this shit."

"Anyway, we should really get going or else we won't find good seats." Armin ushers his friends with his hands.

"Oh!" Connie exclaims with a newfound grin, one that Eren thinks fits him better than his previous frown. "Don't worry about your seats, you can come chill with us. We've already saved some for you guys."

Armin gasps dramatically and his eyes nearly bulge out of his skull. "Y-you mean, your VIP section? We get to sit in VIP?!" He screeches. Even Mikasa seems taken aback, her jaw slack and her brows hiding behind her bangs, though she didn't dare voice it.

"Yup! Though I had no idea it was called that, Sasha is gonna freak when I tell her!" The teen buzzes with anticipation. "I'll lead the way, come on."

As they begin to follow him, Eren leans into Armin's ear to ask, "Why are they called the VIP seats?"

Armin sputters, "Why else, Eren? They're the best seats in the stadium. The plastics are the only ones to ever use the space, but today we're making history."

"We haven't even told you about the rest of their clique." Mikasa adds.

"The rest? There're more than the eight we've talked about?"

"Oh Eren... there are levels to this shit, okay? Not to mention, lore." Armin says whilst his fingers wiggle before Eren's face to build suspense.

"For instance, remember Annie from earlier? The blondie with blue eyes and a tongue as sharp as a dagger?" Mikasa asks.

"Yeah?"

"Well, she might not act like it, but she's a retired plastic."

"What? You mean she attended Trost at one point? Also, you can retire? Why would she retire?"

"She didn't just attend Trost, she was a founding member of the plastics. A true OG. She helped run our halls. In fact, I'd go as far to say that she was once closer to Y/N than Jean has ever been." Armin said.

"Then, what would make her willingly give that up?"

"Something so simple and obvious, yet achingly torturous that you wouldn't help but sympathize with her. Especially someone like you, wearing your heart on your sleeve like that." Mikasa lightly jabs at her friend.

"Just tell me, 'kasa. I'm not as soft hearted as you think I am." Eren grumbles.

"Unrequited love."

Eren's breath catches in his throat at her words, for he couldn't believe what she was implying. "W-what? You're telling me..."

"Yup," Armin decides to finish his sentence, "We're not sure which way it went or how exactly it went down, but...

One of those girls loved the other far deeper than just mere friendship."

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A/N: im sorry this took so long, its shorter than the last but twice as long as my first draft 😟

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From an incorrect quote generator

If Melody was a human tho

Phoebe: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Melody: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Phoebe, desperately, as Melody bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Melody: Oh! B positive. Phoebe: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Melody:

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Phoebe: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Melody: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

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Phoebe: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Melody, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Phoebe: Phoebe: fsh

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Phoebe: So what's for dinner? Melody, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.

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Callie: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Phoebe: Mine just says "Phoebe no." Callie: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

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Trevor: Not elegant enough to be a vampire, not jock enough to be a werewolf... Phoebe: Goblin it is.

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Trevor: My head hurts. Phoebe: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

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Computer: Please enter a password. Phoebe: *types in Melody* Computer: Your password is too weak. Phoebe: How fucking DARE YOU-

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Phoebe: So what are your political beliefs? Podcast: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

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Callie: You spent all our money on THIS?? Gary, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

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Phoebe: Why are you on fire? Melody: This is just how my day is going.

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Podcast: Change is inedible.

Phoebe: Don't you mean inevitable?

Podcast, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Phoebe: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

[translation: I’M SORRY]

Callie: What's that?

Phoebe: Remorse code.

Callie: I'm even angrier now.

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Phoebe: I don’t do relationships.

Melody: *exists*

Phoebe: Shit.

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Trevor: Kissing can burn 26 calories in a minute, wanna work-out with me? ;)

Lucky: Are you saying that I'm fat?

Trevor: No that's not what I meant I-

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Phoebe: Podcast... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Podcast: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned.

Phoebe:

Phoebe: I wrote sanitize, Podcast.

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Callie, tending to Trevor’s wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Trevor: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Peck: I'm going to ask you to be respectful. Phoebe: I will politely decline.

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Podcast: I’m having one of those things! A headache with pictures!! Phoebe: you mean an idea..? Podcast: MMMMHHMMM!!

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Phoebe: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Trevor: You need to stop.

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Phoebe: How did none of you hear what I just said? Callie: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Gary: I got distracted about halfway through. Trevor: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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If Melody was a human, again

Phoebe: HELP! I TOLD MELODY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Trevor, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Podcast: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Phoebe: The car takes a screenshot. Trevor: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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Gary, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Callie: You did WHAT– Phoebe: William Snakepeare

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Trevor: You look nice, I want to kiss you. Lucky: What? Trevor: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.

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Gary: The best revenge, really, is being nice! Podcast: [in the distance] Or murder.

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Gary: That’s one of my biggest fears. Like, if I ever woke up as a donut... Callie: You would eat yourself? Gary: I wouldn’t even question it.

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Phoebe: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Melody: It was me... Phoebe: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

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What Comes After

blacked out. wrote 1.7k fic for @bcolfanfic's Young vets AU.

Fanfic/Sequel of

Tw for aftermath of a suicide attempt and all that may entail

Nobody tells you what to do in the hours after your husband tries to take his life. Nobody says you’re going to be angry.

Nobody tells Gale how much he’ll have to pay for gas to the only Hospital for miles, seven hours tailing the red ominous lights of an ambulance there seven hours back all alone for the first time in a long while (one-hundred-twenty-seven dollars and fifty-three cents).

There’s nobody to tell him how to smile at his husband as he’s led away in a stunned daze. Does he smile at all? Small and painful and fake? 

And who can he ask what to do as he comes home to a now empty home, dawn well past finished and a hole the size of a man's life in the wall. A hole, no bigger than a nickel and just perfectly at eye level. The difference between a happy ending and a tragedy; the scales tipped kindly in his favor this time. 

You never wrestle for a gun. That’s the easiest way to get your own damn self shot.

A coin flip. Heads for John, Tails for Gale. 

“Guess the quarter got stuck in a crack.” he mutters. He knows his thought patterns aren’t quite clear, confused and weighed down by exhaustion and shock. 

Somewhere an animal is in pain. It gasps raggedly; sharp and raw. Someone should put that animal out of its misery, nothing deserved to be driven to sounds like that. Gale knows he is that animal. He swipes at his suddenly-tear soaked cheeks with a rough palm and sits down on the floor hard. 

His phone is in his hand, it’s first instinct to want to call John, hear his teasing voice (it hadn’t been teasing in a long time Gale Cleven don’t you lie). Bucky wouldn’t answer. He knew it would be a day or two before he would get an update on his husband. Not until observation was over, until paperwork was filed and permission was given. The nurse had explained it all through the ringing in Gale’s ears.

“Curt.” Buck says, shocked by the steadiness in his voice even as more tears trail their acidic way down his face. 

“Hey Buck, y’just caught me on break what’s up?” The familiar voice, clipping all it’s ‘T’s  away to nothingness devastates Gale. He lets out a sob with all the violence of vomiting.

“Gale?” 

“Ah fuck Curt, John had a gun.” Gale moans, covering his eyes and trying to breathe. The gun, now tossed carelessly on their bed like a stray shirt. 

Nobody tells him how to inform their friends of what has happened.

“What.” Curts voice is so strangled, so tiny that Gale realizes his fatal error immediately. 

“He’s okay. He’s okay Curt the gun- it went into the wall. He’s at a hospital right now. He’s where he needs to be.” 

Gale had heard that phrase a lot; spoken by people trying to reassure themselves that their loved ones would come home whole and healed. Now he was one of those people whispering the phrase with false confidence.

John needed to be Home. 

Curt devolves into a mess of swearing, punctuated with a passionate “Fffffucking VA!”

“I woke up and he wasn’t next to me. I thought maybe he had gotten out somehow, past the alarms. I’d already gotten my gun out of the house Curt I didn’t think-”

There's muffled voices on the other line, Curt talking to someone else, “- No I’m sick can’t you see? Gotta go Sean sorry. Fuck the client pardon my fucking french I gotta family emergency.” A car door slams, the sound of keys in an ignition. “You didn’t know Buck. It’s not your fault you did exactly what ya should’ve.”

“He had the gun to his chin,” Gale says numbly. 

Is there anyone to tell him how to get that single heart-stopping image out from behind his eyelids? He saw it every time he closed his eyes. 

“Fuck, Gale.” Curt exhales. “He’s okay?” so vulnerable, so sad, needing to double check just in case. 

“He’s in fucking psych ward. I can’t even call him.” 

“Yeah dumb question.” A pause where Gale just tries to breathe, looks up at that hole in the wall. It could be a woodpecker's hole on any tree outside. It was in his home and smelled faintly of gunpowder and terror. “I’m looking up plane tickets right now.” 

“Y’don’t have t-”

“G’fuck yourself, I’m coming.” 

Gale has no strength to argue, he’s got nothing left, really. 

“I almost lost him, Curt.”

“But you didn’t.” Curt still sounds stressed and Gale feels a twinge of guilt for ruining the guy's day just because he wasn’t able to help his own partner. “You did everything right. And you’re going to go to bed, then you’re going to wake up and I’mma be there. And we’ll deal with things together.”

“Together,” he echoes. 

“Get some sleep Buck. I’ll send you a text when my flight lands.” Curt orders before hanging up.

The thought of going into the bedroom; to the bed he shared with John. To have to see that fucking gun again. 

Nobody tells him how to handle that.

Gale falls asleep on the couch instead. 

-*~*-

When he awakes it’s night again and he feels such a violent sense of deja-vu that he has to do a walk-through of the whole house just to make sure that saving John hadn’t actually been a dream. That his body wasn’t lying somewhere with horrifying finality. 

Nobody tells you that maybe your husband's trauma-based decisions might cause a little trauma themselves.

Even though he knows there will be nothing - John's phone kept safely in a plastic bag along with the rest of his personal effects- Gale checks their messages first. Scans them for any sign, any slip that he may have missed that told him what Bucky was planning. ‘Love You’s’ and ‘Be Home Soons’ and ‘Get There Safes’. Bucky had been struggling, but he hadn’t seemed quite that bad yet.

Or maybe Gale just hadn’t wanted to see it. 

There’s a text from Curt showing his seven hour direct flight was only a half hour from landing. 

Exhaustion still claws at Gale as he shuffles out to the truck, clothes rumbled and sweaty from sleep, from stress; from wrestling a fucking firearm from a man determined to end his life and Gale’s in the same action. The truck is too silent. John usually sat to his right, hand on his thigh or the back of his neck; always touching Gale in a way the blonde allowed no other man to do.

He has to pull over to stop himself from hyperventilating.

When he pulls into the pick-up zone at the Airport it’s nearly deserted aside from a short familiar man in a windbreaker and military boots. 

Curt takes one look at his pale face and walks around the nose of the car to the driver's side.

“Budge over.” He says, opening the door and waving an impatient hand at Gale. 

Gale didn’t think he could, felt like his hands were glued to the smooth leather of the wheel. Just twenty-four hours ago he’d driven Bucky to the hospital in this car. He wondered at how quickly he’d gone from seeing the next steps so clearly in front of him to having to remember how to even speak. He was a puppet, his strings cut the moment John had entered the doors of the hospital. Through security guard checkpoints and metal detectors and locked doors. It was like being back in the desert with that level of protective diligence; or perhaps a prison

That can’t be very good for Bucky.

Nobody told him it might have been a good idea to inform the hospital why sometimes the glint of metal in the light made John do a double take.

When Gale still hasn’t moved, Curt lets out a tender sigh and unclips Gale’s seatbelt for him like the other man is a child.

“Come on Cleven, scoot on down the line.” He says gently, gives him a light push.

This is enough for him to move his wooden limbs, shuffle awkwardly over the center console and collapse gracelessly into the passenger seat. Curt hauls himself into the truck with an awkward grunt. He takes a second to maneuver his leg, move the seat upwards and the wheel down, and adjust the mirrors.

Gale sits there, opening and closing his hands. John had sat here last. Cried here not because he was alive and safe like Gale had cried; but for the opposite. 

Nobody told him how to sit in a puddle of his husband’s shed grief. 

“Here,” Curt tosses his phone into Gales lap. “Text Kenny for me will ya? Tell him I got y- got  here safe” 

“Does he know?” 

Curt pulls out of the airport, opens a window and leans his arm out as if he could air out the stuffy melancholy of the truck. “He asked where I was going. I didn’t-”

“John’s gonna hate it.” Gale mumbles “He won’t want anyone to know.” 

“Yeah, well, if he didn’t want people to know, maybe he shoulda woken you up. Shoulda called m-” Curt cuts himself off, presses sturdy boxer’s fingers to his mouth. “Fucking VA.” he curses again.

“Fucking VA.” Gale agrees. And it feels a little good. 

-*~*-

When they arrive back at the house It’s Curt that leads them inside. Curt, who picks up the gun, carefully disassembles it and puts it safely in the lock-box to be gotten rid of later. Curt who makes them a simple dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

They stand at the counter, eating silently. Gale feels wired and too awake, his sleep schedule beyond to fucked. 

He’d have to call out of work tomorrow. Maybe take a short leave. How could he even pretend to be okay for the kids?

“This is- In here right?” Curt’s eyes are jumping around the dark room, searching searching. 

Nobody tells you the shame that curls in one's belly when you have to show your best friend the bullet hole that nearly ruined all their lives. 

Curt puts his hands on his hips, bread crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed. Neither of them say much for a long time. Curt surveying and Gale staring a little blankly and replaying the sound of the gunshot over and over in his head.

“Well,” Curt finally drawls, “That’s an easy fix. You got any spackle?” he turns and smiles at Gale, crooked and reassuring, 

Gale thinks he’d like to tell someone about this part. The part where people show up for you.

[messers-moony]

Sunshine | D.G

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: The caregiver becomes the care receiver.

Word Count: 2.0K

A/N: First time writing DC, hopefully this doesn’t suck.

If anyone took a look at him, they’d see nothing but a sun. The hot, blazing, and bright sun. There wasn’t a day that its light was blocked; despite the clouds coming to block the light, it still shined through, proving everyone wrong. It made her head tilt.

She was no master detective, but she wasn’t stupid either. He smiled with both sides of his mouth, never favoring one another. He held his head up high and shoulders perfectly rolled back. Even at meal times, he had perfect dining etiquette. She looked around the dinner table and saw the rest of his siblings eating comfortably.

Then it started getting foggier. His hair was frizzier than usual. His eyes were tinted red just the slightest bit. He was heavy on his feet. She sat in the cave with Tim. It was always cold and chilly in the cave: the dark grey walls and the occasional chirps of the bats above. The floor was smooth and freezing, but after sitting on it for several hours, she had gotten used to it.

Tim had files and papers scattered throughout the floor. They used the floor like a corkboard and started connecting cases. But she kept him in sight from the corner of her eye. Bruce had placed different types of acrobatic equipment in the cave for him, and he used it. She watched him continue to flip on the bars.

“Y/n?” A voice called, “Hello? Are you listening?”

She shook out of her daydream, “Yes, sorry.”

“I think that scarecrow must be involved?”

“That can’t be, though, he’s in Arkham, and Commissioner Gordon said that these victims appeared to be sprayed with Jokers Venom.”

“Yes, but reading through the police reports and witness statements, it says they all heard intense screaming right before crazed laughter.”

Y/n ran a hand down her face, “Fuck, so are we looking for a mixture of Fear Toxin and Joker Venom?”

“It appears so.”

“Why can’t Gotham just be normal.” Tim chuckled at her distress, “I wish I-“

A thud in the distance cut her off. Suddenly she realized that Dick was no longer in her peripheral vision. Y/n looked up to see him struggling to stand up and using one of the bars as support to help him stand. Her heart was racing, and her eyes narrowed. His body was sweaty, and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

“You okay, Dick?”

He looked up hazily, “I’m fine, Tim. Just slipped, is all.”

“He never slips.” Y/n whispered.

“Maybe he’s just tired?” Tim shrugged.

Y/n couldn’t stop staring. His body was lethargic and moving slower than usual. She thought he would reach for the bars again, but he didn’t. Instead, he collapsed on the floor, sitting crisscrossed. It confused her. If he didn’t get it the first time, he would do it until he could do it seamlessly. She could remember his persistence and determination like it was yesterday they were sitting in Haly’s Circus. He begged her to teach him to walk the tightrope but never got it.

“Do you think if I got a sample of the gas, you could have it tested?”

“Possibly, but you’d have to be extremely careful.“

Tim hummed, “I’ll see what I can do. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

She stood from her place on the floor and walked to the man lying on the cold floor, covered in sweat. As she approached, she could hear his breathing more clearly. He was panting heavily, and he hadn’t even done much. Y/n got next to him and realized his eyes were closed. She knelt beside his ribs and could feel the heat radiating off his body. Her hand went gently to his left cheek.

“Dick,” He didn’t move, “Dick, are you okay?”

His body was unresponsive, “Love, come on, wake up.”

She felt frantic, and her hand gently slapped his cheek, “Grayson, come on. I know you’re in there. You need to wake up.”

Y/n could hear a faint gurgling noise, and her body kicked into motion, “Tim! Tim! Get me a garbage can, quick!”

Her hands went under his arms and helped him sit upright. She felt the plastic can move to her left and placed his head over it. Her right hand was on his sweat-soaked back, rubbing up and down. His body gasped awake and threw up into the garbage can. Tim sat by her side, concerned and confused. Dick was gasping for air. His left hand was searching for something to grasp.

It quickly found her other hand and squeezed tightly, “It’s alright, I’m right here. You’re doing great.”

Dick sat over the trash can, heaving. His breaths came quick, and his heart palpitating rapidly. He couldn’t hear anything. It was all ringing, and his vision seemed blurry. He recognized the hand in his and the hand on his back. It was the same hands that held him at night, the ones who kept him safe, the ones that kept him steady. He felt something cold on his face. His mouth was being wiped with a washcloth, and his cheeks.

It had all felt so real. It didn’t make sense. He was fine this past week. Except for maybe hearing things that weren’t there or seeing shadows of people no longer living. He remembered sitting in bed while she was at the desk in their shared bedroom. Light music traveled through the room, and he heard it. It was the music that played at the circus. He had asked her if she was playing it, and Y/n shook her head. He didn’t see her turning back to her desk and biting her lip.

They came in spurts. Sometimes it took place over a day or a week, at the worst times, over a month. But nothing would ever make sense until after it occurred. He’d hear the circus music, see shadows of his parents, hear their laughter, see the bright lights. Those bright lights always shined just like the sunlight. He could always feel their radiated warmth, and he shined in it. He thrived in their white led bulbs.

Slowly he was coming back to earth. There were no big bright lights here. It was dark, and the bat computer radiated a blue light throughout the cave. The floor was cold beneath him, and his body shivered. Something soft was placed over his body, and he relished in the warmth. The hands were still on his body. He was thankful. It was keeping him on earth.

Y/n looked into his eyes to see him slowly returning to his senses. Tim was pacing beside them, antsy as always. She watched Dick slowly push the garbage can away from his face. She smiled, “Welcome back to the land of the living, my love.”

Dick gave her a faint smile before looking at his anxious younger brother, “Tim if you don’t stop pacing, I might throw up again.”

“I’m worried!” He exclaimed; Dick furrowed his eyebrows, “I’ve never seen you like that! You’ve never fallen from the bars, ever.”

His body was still coming down from his high, and he swayed. Y/n pulled his body closer to hers, and Dick’s head rested on her chest. His hand was still holding hers tightly. The scent of her perfume easing the process back to the world. He felt terrible for getting sweat all over her clean clothes. She had just done laundry, and Dick felt like a burden. He tried to lift his head, but she didn’t give. He was slightly relieved.

“I’m alright, Tim,” Dick rasped, “No big deal. It happens sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Tim stopped, “What do you mean? Is this a frequent thing? Is this a symptom of something?”

Y/n could hear Tim mumbling under his breath about symptoms of certain conditions because if there was anything Tim knew, it was facts. She smiled at his concern. Dick was still trying to lift his head to get his sweaty hair away from her shirt. Eventually, she let him move his head to her shoulder. The tips of his black hair tickled her neck.

“Tim,” Dicks cheeks were rosy, and his lips were curled in a small smile, “Sit.”

Tim grumbled and sat in front of them. Dick reached his clammy hand out, and Tim took it in his without a second thought. Tim’s hands were always cold and dry, and Dick smiled more at the familiarity, “You know what PTSD is, right?”

“Mhm,” Tim hummed, “It’s a post-traumatic stress disorder. Most of us in this house have it. We wouldn’t have been adopted without some form of it.”

Dick chuckled, “That’s all it is, Tim.”

He didn’t look amused, “That doesn’t make sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve never been like this before, so it just randomly happens one day?” Tim rambled, “I mean, you’ve never even stumbled before, not anywhere. We’ve been to Haly’s Circus since everything happened multiple times.”

“Do you know why we do that?”

“Because you and Y/n grew up there, and you want us to see where you grew up?”

Y/n kissed Dicks temple, “You are right. But we also go so Dick can work through his memories of the Circus.”

“I’m not scared of the circus by any means.” Dick clarified, “I get flashbacks of being on that trapeze, of hearing my mother screaming for me and watching my father try to break her fall.”

Tim squeezes Dick’s hand tighter, “I didn’t know. How could we have not noticed.”

“Tim, it isn’t your fault,”

“No, no.” Tim’s hand was ripped from Dick’s grasp, “I should’ve noticed. I should’ve known. I was there that night and every night afterward.”

Dick stood up unsteadily. Y/n jumped up to help support him, and he walked to Tim. His arms went around the younger boy tightly. He had no choice but to place his head under Dick’s chin and hold him tightly. Tim pulled away, “I guess I never realized that the person holding us all together could also have flaws.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want you guys to see it.” Dick said, “I hide it so you guys don’t see that side of me. I’m the golden boy remember? The sunshine of the Wayne household. I got a reputation to uphold.”

Tim latched back onto Dick, holding him tighter than ever, “Don’t ever risk your mental health for reputation.”

Dick snorts, “Okay, Mr ‘I haven’t slept in four days, and I need to get this report done, or Bruce might disown me.’”

Y/n chuckled, and Tim pulled back to glare, “That’s my job, not yours.”

“I love you, baby bird.”

“I love you too.”

It didn’t take long for Dick’s accident to travel throughout the house. Y/n had tried to keep it under wraps for Dick’s sake, but Tim didn’t have it. Dick just shrugged his shoulders. They ended up in the living room of the manor, where boxes of candy were opened and left everywhere. Popcorn was thrown across the room, and Y/n swore she could hear Alfred sighing somewhere.

She and Dick were situated on a two-person couch. His head was on her lap, and his legs were hanging off the armrest. Jason and Tim sat on the other two-person couch. While Steph, Cass, Damian, and Duke sat on the much longer couch between them. A movie was playing on the television, but no one was watching. They were all laughing and talking.

Y/n’s hands ran through Dick’s black hair, and his eyes opened. She saw the sky in them, the beautiful crystal clear sky. They shined with kindness and love. The love for her, for his family, for his life. They shined with hope for his city, for his future wife, and for the people in Gotham and Blüdhaven. His smile was blinding, and he couldn’t have been happier than in her arms with his family of birds and bats.

“So, is this what it feels like to be taken care of?”

“Yes, lovebird,” She smiled softly, “It is.”

[senashenta]

Snowflakes And Dragons

Title: Snowflakes And Dragons

Pairing: Hijack

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Language. Like, so much language.

Summary: In the spring after a memorable Christmas break, Hiccup and Jack spend as much time together as possible, now that it’s okay with North. Jack admires Hiccup’s tattoos—and muses that he might, someday, like to get one of his own. But Hiccup jumps on THAT particular idea, and the next thing Jack knows the two of them are at the tattoo parlor Hiccup has been going to for years, Wayfinder Ink.

Notes: Hoooooooooly SHIT my peeps, look at me coming in out of nowhere (by “nowhere” I mean the SPN fandom) with another Biology side-fic. This is one I planned to write YEARS ago and never got around to, and then I was editing some of my old stuff and saw the listing for Snowflakes And Dragons on the Biology Master Post on Tumblr and was like… yes. Yes, I believe I shall. :|

A bit belated but have some more (smut-adjacent) RPNAU! :D Can also be read ON AO3. <3

SNOWFLAKES AND DRAGONS A Biology Side-Fic By Senashenta

It was no secret that Hiccup Haddock had tattoos; he wore sleeveless shirts as often as he could in the warmer months so the ones on his arms were obvious, and his rugby teammates could attest to the other ones, the ones that decorated his torso, all tribal designs or dragons, things that he found meaningful but weren’t particularly scandalous.

Only Jack knew about the one on Hiccup’s upper thigh, leading into his groin—a two-headed dragon spouting clouds of gas and fire. And he only knew about that one for reasons that his father would probably never want to hear about (and he would never tell to anyone else, either.)

“You keep touching me there and you’re gonna get me fuckin’ hard again.” Hiccup murmured, the arm he had around Jack tightening slightly and his hand rubbing up and down the other boy’s unblemished side. Jack didn’t have any tattoos; or the freckles or scars that Hiccup carried, either. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Jack made a soft embarrassed noise. He had been tracing his fingers along the dragon on Hiccup’s thigh, but now he paused and smoothed his hand out before sliding it up to rest by Hiccup’s ribs instead. “Sorry.”

“Don’t gotta apologize for makin’ me feel good.” Hiccup told him, tone amused. “But we don’t have time for a second ‘round. I’ve gotta get you home, soon. I promised your Dad we wouldn’t be too late.”

Jack tucked himself closer into Hiccup’s side and began trailing his fingers along one of the tattoos on the other boy’s chest, the touch almost absent in nature. Hiccup hummed but allowed it, tilting his head to drop a kiss against Jack’s snow-white hair. “How much does it hurt?” Jack asked after a moment, tone contemplative.

“How much does what hurt?”

“Tattoos. A tattoo. Getting one done.”

“Why, Frosty? You thinkin’ about gettin’ one?”

“I—yeah, actually. Maybe.” His little nerd admitted with a little shrug of one shoulder.

“Fuck me, really?” Hiccup glanced down at the boy in his arms, giving him a surprised look before settling again, his hand going back to rubbing along Jack’s side, warm and affectionate. “It’s worse for virgins.” He said after a moment, “the more you get done the less it seems to hurt. Except in certain sensitive areas.” A little smirk and he added, “the dragon one you’re so fond of stung like a son of a bitch, the closer they got to my dick.”

Jack almost winced at the thought, his fingers slowing to a stop again, his palm resting against Hiccup’s chest, feeling his heartbeat under his hand. “Okay, but say, on my shoulder? My abdomen, maybe? I dunno, I just… I was just thinking about it.” Then his voice dropped to a shy whisper, and he murmured softly; “I was thinking maybe a dragon.”

Hiccup was silent for a few breaths before asking quietly, “you mean… for me? Shit, Jack, that’s…”

“I—I know, it’s a stupid idea, really, I was just looking at your tattoos and thinking—” Jack broke off and made another embarrassed noise, then began to pull away and sit up; “but never mind. Forget it. We—we should go.”

But Hiccup grabbed at him quickly and tumbled him back down onto the bed, rolling over so he was laying on top of Jack and Jack was staring up at him with wide eyes—but ones full of complete trust. It hadn’t always been that way. “I don’t want to forget it.” Hiccup told him and leaned down to kiss him firmly. “I think it’s a Goddamn fantastic idea.”

Jack blinked up at him, eyes huge and oh-so-blue, before offering a tentative smile. There was a time, it seemed like ages ago, but it hadn’t actually been that long, when being pinned under Hiccup like this would have been terrifying. Now he was comfortable with Hiccup’s weight holding him down, relaxed. “You do?” He asked.

“Mmhm.” Hiccup kissed him again, grinning now, and then nipped at the tip of his nose teasingly. “Won’t your Dad freak out?”

“Well… yeah, probably.” Jack admitted, but then added, “but not if I don’t tell him.”

A laugh at that, and then Hiccup ducked down to kiss along Jack’s throat, pausing at the crook of his neck to lick there hotly. “If you get it on your shoulder, it’ll probably hurt less than if you get it on your abdomen.” He informed, “but I think it’d look fucking hot on your abdomen…”

Jack considered that while beginning to squirm as Hiccup’s lips trailed along his shoulder, then down across his chest—and the punk bit down on one of his nipples, making him arch with a gasp. And they weren’t supposed to be doing this again, Jack really did have to get home, but apparently Hiccup had changed his mind on that particular fact.

Dragging one hand up, Jack threaded his fingers into Hiccup’s hair, tugging gently, not actually a protest, just a gentle reminder. Hiccup had been licking into his navel, but paused at that and sighed, then sat up and settled on his back beside Jack instead, both of them already half-hard again.

“Look,” Hiccup told him, wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders and ducking in to nose by his ear, “come with me to my tattoo place, they’re fantastic. You can look around the shop and decide for sure. Sound like a plan?”

“I know they’re fantastic, I’ve, uh, seen their work.” Jack let his eyes flick down the length of Hiccup’s body and back up again. “But… yeah. I think that sounds good.”

“Great. We can go on the weekend.” The punk grinned sideways at him, “but for now we have to get dressed and get you home.”

Jack reluctantly agreed. It was a school night after all.

The next couple of days passed the same as always for Jack, school routines, lunch with his friends in the cafeteria and watching after-school rugby practices just to cheer Hiccup on. Meals in the morning and the evening with his dad. Hanging out with Hiccup after dinner, at his house or at his boyfriend’s, though if they were at Hiccup’s place they had to be careful because his father still didn’t know about them.

Sometimes they had sex at Hiccup’s house—fucked, as the punk would put it—but when they did, they had to either be particularly careful about their volume, or make sure Stoick was out of the house at the time. Jack particularly liked having sex at Hiccup’s house when his father was away, because his boyfriend’s bed was more comfortable, and they could be as loud as they wanted. (Not that Jack thought he was particularly loud, but sometimes Hiccup disputed that claim.)

He was really looking forward to moving away from home, for that reason and a few others, if he was honest with himself. College the following year was going to be a blessing, though he was a little nervous about it as well.

In any case, the two days before the weekend passed easily enough, and then Saturday came along, and Jack woke up at almost eleven in the morning to the feeling of the mattress dipping and Hiccup climbing into the bed with him, spooning up against his back and tossing an arm over his waist. Still half-asleep, Jack smiled and murmured, “g’mornin’.”

“Morning, Frostbite.” Came Hiccup’s reply, and the punk nuzzled his nose into the nape of Jack’s neck; “I tried calling, but you must have your phone on vibrate or whatever. Your Dad let me in.”

There had been a time, not so long ago, when North would have rather had Hiccup arrested than willingly let him in the front door. Jack’s smile widened a little and he hummed to himself, then carefully turned over in Hiccup’s arms to face him. “Dad likes you now, you know.”

“I know he tolerates me, at least.” Hiccup chuckled.

“Mm-mm.” Jack made a soft negative noise. “You know what he’s like if he disapproves of someone. You’ve won him over. Makes my life way easier, that’s for sure.” And then, “sorry I slept in. Give me a few minutes to have a shower, you can just… hang out in here until I’m back.”

“Fuckin’ tease.”

“Okay, but do you want to go back to Dad hating you?”

“All the sneaking around was half the fun. I miss the janitor’s closet.”

“Hiccup, we were literally in the janitor’s closet yesterday.”

The punk had a childish grin on his face, and Jack just rolled his eyes and pushed one hand against Hiccup’s chest, then rolled over and climbed out of bed, bustling around the room for a fresh t-shirt and pair of boxers and then disappearing out the door and down the hall to the bathroom.

When he got back half an hour later to toss his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, Hiccup was laying on his back in the bed with Jack’s glasses in his hands, holding them up in front of his face and squinting through the lenses. Jack just sighed and walked over to pluck his glasses from Hiccup’s fingers, then leaned down for a kiss.

“I just need to finish getting dressed and then we can go.” The smaller boy informed him.

When he went to straighten back up again, though, Hiccup grabbed at the front of his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. “What if we went with less clothing, instead?”

“Dad is right downstairs and I really kind of want to go see your tattoo place, though.” Jack protested into the kiss.

Hiccup sighed and kissed him again—but then let go of his shirt and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “So, put some fucking pants on already. Always gotta be such a tease.”

“You’re the one who crawled into my bed while I was still sleeping.”

“Smartass. Like I haven’t done that before.”

“That’s besides the point.” Jack was bustling around, pulling the rest of his clothes on quickly, and paused long enough to consider if he wanted to wear a tie or not before deciding it was a weekend so screw it. He just pulled his sweater vest over his white t-shirt and tugged at it to smooth it out, then wandered over drop a kiss against Hiccup’s hair, placing his glasses on his face and pushing them up his nose at the same time. “You coming? I don’t know where this place is.”

Hiccup pushed himself to his feet and pulled Jack into a hug, wrapping him up in his arms and nuzzling down into his hair with a sigh—and it was little moments like that that no one else got to see. The softer side to his badass punk of a boyfriend that Jack loved just as much as all the other parts—sometimes even more so.

“I brought my bike. Your Dad is gonna give me a dirty look when we head out.”

“Yeah, he’s still not a fan of me being on the motorcycle, is he?”

North was still overprotective at times, but he accepted Jack’s relationship with Hiccup now, and that was the important thing. Even knew they were sleeping together and didn’t say anything about it, which, when he really thought about it, Jack though might be some kind of genuine miracle.

But the one thing North still disapproved of was Hiccup’s motorcycle—or, more specifically, the times that Jack rode on it with Hiccup. Jack knew his Dad was only worried about his safety, and he never expressly forbid it, but every time Hiccup showed up to the house with his bike North gave him little, dirty looks when they were leaving.

Jack usually just ducked his head and shouted “BYE DAD!” before scooting out of the house and closing the door behind them as quickly as possible. He didn’t need yet another lecture on motorbike safety, and neither did Hiccup.

Today went much like any other day with the two of them heading downstairs, Jack hurrying to shove his shoes on, both of them grabbing their jackets from the rack by the door, and then Jack yelling a goodbye to his father before they made their escape. Eventually North would have to come to terms with the bike, too, but just not… today.

Hiccup was parked by the curb out front, and when they reached the bike, Jack took his glasses back off and tucked them in the pocket of his jacket for safe keeping, even as Hiccup dug the spare helmet out from the locker on the back of the bike and handed it over. They had done this more times than they could count. Jack pulled the helmet on and tightened it down, then waited for Hiccup to get on and climbed on behind him, wrapping his arms around the punk’s waist and smiling to himself as he rested his head against his back.

Then they were off, zooming through the streets of Berk at speeds that never failed to get Jack’s heart pumping. He had been nervous around Hiccup’s motorcycle at first, but now he loved it. Not that he wanted one of his own or anything, of course, he much preferred holding onto Hiccup while they zipped around town.

A few minutes later they pulled up in front of a shop with a sign in the window that read “Wayfinder Ink” and Jack released Hiccup to climb off the back of the bike, pulling his helmet off and smoothing at his hair absently while he waited for Hiccup to take it back and lock it up again. The helmet was plucked from under his arm a moment later and Jack flashed Hiccup a smile even as he was pulling his glasses back out and putting them on again.

“This is the place.” Hiccup told him, coming up beside him and giving him a little grin, “they’ve done all my ink. Their artists are really good, and they’re sanitary, which is important, you don’t want infections or any of that shit. Also, they don’t charge out the ass, which is always a plus.”

“Like I said before, I know their artists are good, I’ve seen their work. Like—like a lot.” Jack gave a little laugh, a faint blush tinting his cheeks, “and if you recommend them… I mean, I trust your judgement with this sort of thing. Most things, actually.”

Hiccup gave him a fond sort of look and gestured toward the shop with one hand. “C’mon, let’s go in so you can have a look around.”

There was a little bell above the door that tinkled when they stepped inside, and Jack stayed close to Hiccup’s side at first as he looked around, but slowly drifted away from his boyfriend when he discovered the art wall; framed photos of some of the shop’s better work. He spotted one or two of Hiccup’s tattoos in the bunch, and that made him smile just a bit.

There was another wall that was even more interesting, though, and that was the wall of simple, basic tattoos that they offered every day. Jack poured over all the different designs, ideas running rampant in his head—until blue eyes lit on one design in particular, a black dragon, curled around itself with a bit of red tail peeking through. The design was almost tribal in nature, but just skirted it, not quite there. It looked like a brand or a symbol.

“Find something you like?” Hiccup’s chin came down on his shoulder and the punk’s eyes flitted over the wall. Jack lifted up one hand to tap against the dragon design he was looking at. “Yeah, that one’s cool. I’ve thought about getting it myself, once or twice.”

“I—I think I want it.” Jack told him seriously, but then glanced toward the counter where the receptionist was watching them curiously and a large CASH ONLY sign was sitting. “But I didn’t bring any cash with me.”

A smirk tugged at Hiccup’s lips, and he slid his arms around Jack’s waist, giving him a little squeeze. “I’ll pay for it. First one’s on me. But only if you’re absolutely fuckin’ sure. You can’t take a tattoo back.”

Jack made a surprised noise and turned his head to look at Hiccup as much as he could. “You don’t have to do that, Hiccup, it’s probably expensive…”

“A little,” Hiccup agreed, “but I’m doing okay for money. Don’t bitch, Jack, just let me do this for you.”

He almost protested more, but in the end, there would be no point. Hiccup had made his mind up and there was no changing it after that happened. Jack still shifted, slightly uncomfortably, as he turned his eyes back to the design he had been looking at before. Finally, he leaned back into Hiccup’s chest and asked, “promise this won’t be, like, agony?”

“It’s not nearly as bad as people make it out to be.” The punk assured him, “but it also depends on your pain tolerance. You’ll just be getting a little one, right? So, you’ll probably be okay.” And then; “don’t get me wrong, it’ll hurt, but it won’t feel like you’re being fucking… flayed alive, or some shit.”

Jack was quiet for another moment before finally turning his head and kissing Hiccup’s cheek. “Okay. Let’s do this before I come to my senses.”

Hiccup grinned. “Do you have any idea how Goddamned hot you’re gonna look with a tattoo?”

“Pfft.” Jack turned around in his arms and shoved him away gently.

Hiccup fell back a step, still grinning, then turned around and headed over to the receptionist, who left her seat and disappeared into the back, returning a few minutes later with a hulking man who was just covered in tattoos. There was some back-and-forth between him and Hiccup and then he smiled widely in Jack’s direction and asked, “virgin, huh?”

Jack flushed red because he wasn’t—except, he supposed, with this he absolutely was. “Uh.” He managed, “yeah. Be nice?”

“I’m always nice.” He informed Jack, “my name is Maui, and I’ll be your tattoo artist today. Come on over.”

“Maui’s done most of my ink,” Hiccup told his boyfriend as Jack made his way over and somewhat embarrassedly showed Maui the spot on the right side of his lower abdomen where he wanted the tattoo to go, lifting up his shirt and vest and tugging down the front of his pants just slightly. Hiccup hesitated at that, green eyes pausing on the exposed skin, before swallowing and adding, “getting it there’ll be a little more sensitive, like I said.”

Jack just nodded. He understood. But that was where he wanted it, so that was where he was going to get it, regardless of the added pain. Or at least that was what he was thinking now—he figured he might be cursing himself in a few minutes, if it hurt more than he was anticipating.

“And you just want number twenty-six on the board?” Maui asked, picking up a book and flipping through the pages, then showing the image to Jack. “This one?”

Jack nodded again. “Yes, that one.” He pulled his shirt down again, satisfied that—

“Right, shirt off, time to give Moana a show!”

—or not. The nerd flushed red and glanced over at the receptionist, who grinned at him and wiggled her fingers in his direction. Then she just informed Maui; “you wanna talk about a show, Maui, you were literally tattooing some guy’s dick in here not two hours ago. That was a show. Leave this poor kid alone.”

Jack was still balking, so Hiccup eased up to him and leaned in for a kiss, then gently grasped the edge of his sweater vest and rucked it up, tugging it over Jack’s head and then giving him another kiss. The sweater vest was followed by his t-shirt, which Jack hesitated over before allowing his boyfriend to pull that off, too. Then he just shifted awkwardly as Hiccu’s hands got to work unbuttoning his pants and tugging them open and down the slightest bit.

“There. Much better.” Hiccup grinned and ducked in for another kiss, then pressed one back by Jack’s jaw gently. “You can put your clothes back on when the tattoo is done.”

“If you say so.” Then, a little disparaging and knowing Hiccup would disapprove; “not much of a show, though.”

The punk frowned at that and gave Jack a reproving nip. “Hey, you shut that shit down, Frostbite, you’re hot as fuck.” Then he tugged Jack a little closer and leaned for another proper kiss. “I’ll be glad to show you just how hot you are later, too.”

That was about when Maui cleared his throat. Over by the reception desk, Moana was still grinning. Maui shot her a look and she demanded, “what? They’re cute!”

“Do people really get their… dicks… tattooed?” Jack wondered out loud.

“Yes.” Hiccup and Maui both said simultaneously. Maui added, “all the fucking time.”

Jack winced at just the thought and took a bit of a breath. Hiccup leaned in to kiss his forehead with a grin. “Just don’t think about it, Jack. Yours isn’t gonna be anything like that.”

“Right.” Maui agreed and sat down on a nearby stool that was decked out with wheels, rolling himself over to the tattoo bench: a sort of doctor’s or dentist’s table of sorts, or at least that’s what it looked like to Jack. Maui patted the bench. “Jack, right? Hop on up. Moana, bring the paperwork.”

Moana chirped an agreement and dug out the clipboard with the papers for Jack to sign, bringing it over with a pen and explaining them to him—quickly but without leaving out any detail. This was important, for legal reasons. So, they didn’t get sued when someone regretted their life choices later on.

Jack listened closely and it all made sense, so he quickly signed his name at the bottom of the contract, then climbed up on the table and, when Maui made a motion for him to lay down, hesitated just briefly before doing just that. Hiccup came over and tugged his pants down a little more, making sure there was plenty of space for Maui to work, and making Jack squawk out a protesting noise, flushing red again. Maui just dug out the alcohol swabs and set to sterilizing the area of skin in question.

…it turned out the actual tattooing part of the getting a tattoo wasn’t really all that bad. Jack just grit his teeth through the pain and, at one particularly sensitive spot, flung his arm up over his eyes and bit out a curse, making Hiccup laugh.

It took just over an hour, but only because there was so much black to fill in, and then Maui was setting aside the tattoo gun and wiping down Jack’s new tattoo, then applying a pressure dressing to it. “Looks good, man! Keep the bandage on for forty-eight hours and try not to get it wet for two weeks. Buy some Tattoo Goo from Moana on your way out to apply to it once a day after you’ve removed the bandage, since I assume you don’t already have any. Make sense?”

Jack nodded and levered himself up on his elbows to look down at his abdomen—and then smiled, just small, pleased. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Looks great, Jack.” Hiccup commented, and licked his lips, adjusting his lip piercing absently. Jack was climbing off the table and beginning to fix his clothes—but Hiccup immediately began stripping out of his shirt. “My turn, now!”

“Again, Hiccup? You don’t have enough ink already?” Moana sounded amused.

“I’ve still got lots of skin.” Hiccup replied, and started a little powwow with Maui, whispering between them while Jack pulled his shirt on, followed by his sweater vest. He looked over curiously, but Hiccup seemed determined to keep his secrets.

Finally, the punk was up on the bench being prepped and the next thing Jack knew Maui was working on the side of his upper left bicep, the large man’s form blocking Jack from getting any decent looks at what he was tattooing. He supposed Hiccup wanted it to be a surprise, then. Jack just accepted it and took a seat by the reception area to wait.

Moana was puttering around, filing paperwork, and looked up long enough to smile at Jack, “not so bad, right?”

“No, I guess not.” Jack agreed, “I don’t know if I’ll be getting any more, though.”

“Oooooh, you’d be surprised. Tattoos are addictive.”

“Maybe, but this one was… personal. I don’t really want anymore.”

“Hey, not trying to be a pusher, here.” Moana grinned, “but you know where we are if you ever change your mind.”

Jack gave a smile in return. “Duly noted.”

Just under an hour later, Hiccup was popping up from the tattoo table, grinning down at his shoulder, and finally turned to let Jack see what he’d gotten done: it was a delicate snowflake in blue, intricately designed, obviously freehand, and not at all in keeping with the themes of his other tattoos. Jack just… paused. Swallowed slightly, then stood and headed over to his boyfriend, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

“I take it you approve?” Hiccup asked with a smirk, even as Maui gently pushed Jack aside to apply the pressure bandage to Hiccup’s new tattoo. “I figured one for one, it was fair.”

“But what if we… break up, or…?”

“I could ask you the same question about the one you just got.”

That was a fair point. Jack touched over the sore spot where his new tattoo was and then just gave a little, almost shy smile. “Thanks, Hiccup.”

With his own tattoo now properly covered, Hiccup took the clipboard that Moana came over to belatedly shove in his face and signed his name to the papers he needed to, then handed it back. Moana returned to the reception desk, humming softly to herself the entire time.

“Check out with Moana.” Maui was already starting to sterilize the equipment, and called after them when they headed over; “CASH ONLY.”

“I know, Maui.” Hiccup replied, already digging out his wallet.

Moana set a little jar of Tattoo Goo on the counter and glanced between Hiccup and Jack before asking, “one bill or two?”

Hiccup fished a wad of bills out of his wallet while Jack shuffled his feet and felt unnecessarily guilty. “I’m paying for us both.”

The transaction was simple enough and Hiccup handed over the designated amount—plus a tip—then swiped the Tattoo Goo off the counter and turned to hand it to Jack, who looked at it for a moment before tucking it into his pocket. Then Hiccup said his goodbyes to Maui and Moana, and they were out the door, Jack waving to them as he left.

Outside, Jack took a moment to just breathe a little, the vague pain from his new tattoo almost comforting in a weird sort of way. He was smiling to himself when they reached Hiccup’s bike, and Hiccup unlocked the lock box to pull out the spare helmet. When he turned to hand it to Jack, he paused—and just smiled.

“No regrets?” He asked.

“Not yet anyway.” Jack replied, then; “you didn’t need to get one for me, though, that’s…”

“Hey.” Hiccup leaned in to press a kiss against Jack’s forehead and offered, “you’re as permanent as it is.”

Jack just smiled, soft and fond. “Same.”

[myersmaniac]

~ Can I stay here?~

Parings- Billy Hargrove x Henderson! reader

TW: bullying

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Alone, at night, in the cold rain. Sure it’s dangerous to be walking tonight but I needed some fresh air and I never minded the rain. I figured I’d pick a bag of chips or something like that up from the gas station then head back home.

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I finally made it to the gas station and walked inside, there stood Jason Carver as soon as I opened the door. Usually he taunts me at school but thankfully no words were spoken, I grabbed some chips and a coke, went to check out then walked out the door but when I turned the corner he was still there. “ Henderson” Jason called out “ what you doing out so late?” All I could think to myself is why does he care and why is he talking to me, I rolled my eyes “ I asked you a question Henderson.” Jason said as he stepped closer.

“ and I never gave an answer Jason so back off.” I said very sternly. Jason just scoffed “ you know you really are a bitch.” He nudged at my shoulder, I’m not sure if he meant for me to fall or not but the ground was wet and he is much stronger than me. I scraped my elbow on the way down and it bled. “ fuck you dude.” I said getting off the ground. He finally left.

After that dreadful encounter I felt like I needed even more time to myself, time to ponder why assholes like him are the popular kids, time to think about how unnecessarily mean some people can be. As I walked around thinking about anything but the time I realized it was darker than before and definitely much later. When I left my house it was around 9:30 I thought to myself by now it has to be at least 11:00. I tend to get lost in my own mind so it doesn’t surprise me that I’ve been walking around for that long. I check my surroundings and I can see that I’m in a very familiar place, Max’s house. I’ve dropped her off and picked her up here many times, I’m so glad her and Dustin are friends. Since they’ve met she’s become like the little sister I never had.

Well it’s to late to walk all the way back home and I know max said her parents are out of town this week so I might as well crash here. I walk up to the door step and knock; I really hate to bother anyone this late but seriously the walk home would take forever and I’m already getting tired. I knock again this time calling out “ hellooo” I hear footsteps walking towards the door and I step back. Max’s brother Billy opens the door.

I’ve spoke to Billy a few times before, he knows our siblings are friends. He’s always been kind to me despite what other people might say about him. I really feel sorry for Billy, I know him and max both deal with a lot at home and I just don’t think people understand.

“ Henderson? What’s going on?” Billy questions looking like he just woke up, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. “ Billy I hate to intrude but can I stay here for the night? I’ll leave if you want but I just went out to clear my head a while ago and I just don’t feel to safe walking back this late.” I said to the boy in front of me. “ you’re bleeding.” Billy pointed out the scrape on my arm. “ it’s nothing really I just had a run in with Jason Carver.” Billy’s expression changed very quickly. “ come in and tell me what happened” he said. I came in and closed the door behind me, I tried to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking up Max.

I followed Billy down the hall and went into his room, we both sat on the bed. “ Well” I began “ I was at the gas station up the road and I was about to leave there and he’s outside just blabbing on about something then he pushed me and left. Nothing to it just Jason being Jason but I scrapped my elbow on the ground.” I could tell something was off with Billy as I told him what happened. “ you really could’ve gotten hurt you know, you don’t need to be out this late anyways.” Billy said standing up and going over to his dresser he pulled out a t-shirt and some boxers and reached them out towards me. I looked at him with a confused expression. “ the bathrooms down the hall and to the left, you’re soaked” he said. “Grab you a bandaid and some neosporin while your in there, it’s above the sink.” I got up, nodded and smiled “ thanks” i went to go get changed then came back to his room. “ you didn’t put on a bandaid.” He said, he was definitely still tired. I could tell by his short and straight responses. “ oh yeah it’s fine don’t worry about it.” I responded. He looked at me with an expression that read “ are you serious.” He left the room and came back with a bandaid. He squatted down underneath me as I sat on the edge of his bed and lifted up my elbow, he put on the neosporin and then the bandaid very carefully. “ Billy really it was fine, you didn’t have to do that.” I told him. “I did it for the nursing experience” he said jokingly, I let out a small laugh. “ you know you kind of woke me up and I’m still confused as to why your here no offense. What do you say you lay down on my bed and let’s both get some sleep and we’ll talk in the morning” billy said. “ your bed? Oh no billy I’ll sleep in the living room or in the floor.” I responded to him. “ That’s no way to treat my guest, get in the bed Henderson. I’ll sleep in the living room.” Billy said. He was so kind to me even when he didn’t have to be.

“ Fine. I’ll sleep in the bed. But just so you know I do feel bad about you sleeping in the living room.” I said to Billy as I laid under his blanket. His bed smelled like him. A musk of strong cologne and cigarettes. I could get used to that. It was comforting in its own way.

About ten minutes passed and I tossed and turned, I just couldn’t sleep maybe it was because I was in an unfamiliar area or because I kept thinking of Mine and Billy’s interaction tonight. I also didn’t like sleeping alone, normally I sleep with a teddy bear or hugging my pillow tight. I finally gave in and walked to the living room where I found Billy still awake. “ you okay?” He questioned. “ I just can’t sleep, can you come stay in there with me please?” He breathed a heavy Breath then made his way back into his room. “ listen billy I’m really sorry for all of this, barging in, taking your clothes, you having to patch me up-” he cut me off quickly. “ it was my pleasure, I don’t mind it one bit so don’t think that you’re bothering me.” He said, I smiled. He cut out the light then crawled up on the bed beside me. “ Night Henderson.” He said. “ Goodnight Hargrove.” I said back.

[writingdumpster]

our family

pairing: Rhett Abbott x reader

warnings: language, suggestive dialogue

summary: You go to meet the Abbott’s but walk in to find that Perry already disapproves.

word count: 1.2k

You were having dinner with Rhett’s family. You’d met them at his last rodeo, but hadn’t spoken to them long. Rhett always wanted to get you home as quickly as possible after his rides. You were excited to have the opportunity to get to know them all better. You’d been dating Rhett for a few months and had barely ever seen them. When Rhett invited you over he told you to come in through the backdoor. The whole family was always too loud to hear the door knock as he explained. He didn’t lie about that.

You walked into the Abbott’s house to hear yelling from the living room. You nervously approached. When you recognized Rhett’s voice you abandoned your nerves. He was clearly upset. You wanted to make sure he was alright.

“…You’re wasting your time with her!” Perry yelled.

“You shut your fucking mouth! You don’t know a goddamn thing about her!” Rhett bellowed back.

“She’s just some whore you picked up at the bar and now you’re bringing her into our home!” Perry continued. Cecilia noticed you from the corner of the room.

“Perry!” She scolded, trying to stop his ramblings. Perry’s eyes fell on you as you appeared in the doorway. His mouth closed tightly. Rhett noticed that Perry’s eyes were focusing on something behind him and he turned to see you standing in the doorway.

“Hi,” you said quietly. Rhett’s eyes fell soft upon seeing you. He could see the tears welling in your eyes and he knew you well enough to know that your expression was the one you put on to keep yourself from falling apart.

“C’mon, baby,” Rhett called as he crossed the room to meet you. He took your hand, lacing his fingers between yours. “We’re leaving.” You didn’t say anything as he led you back out of the house. He took your keys from you and climbed into your truck after helping you into the passenger seat. He pulled away from his house and grabbed your hand immediately.

“I’m so sorry, darlin,” Rhett started apologizing at once. “You didn’t deserve to hear that.” You weren’t sure what to say. You didn’t know what you had done to make Perry think so lowly of you.

“Why does he think that, Rhett?” You asked quietly. Rhett looked away from the road to see that tears were now falling from your eyes. He pushed harder on the gas. He wanted to get you back home as quickly as he could so he could give you the comfort you needed.

“I don’t know, honey,” Rhett sighed. “I really don’t know.” You sniffled. He squeezed your hand.

“Do your parents think that too?” You asked in a whisper.

“They didn’t say anything about you,” he told you.

“But do they think that?” You pushed.

“No,” he assured you. “My dad wouldn’t judge you without really talking to you first. And my mom already likes you. Likes how good you are for me.”

Rhett pulled into the driveway of the trailer you had on the edge of town. It wasn’t much, but you could live alone and that was enough for you. You climbed out of your truck and he unlocked your door for you, following you in as held the door open. Rhett closed it behind him and put your keys on the hook on your wall while you pried off your boots. He watched in silence as you quietly moved back to your bedroom, taking off your dress to put on pajamas. You weren’t in the mood to be seen by anyone but him.

“Are you hungry?” Rhett asked from your doorway, watching you as you took off your jewelry and makeup. He didn’t know what to say to make you feel better. He was angry at Perry himself.

“Lost my appetite,” you said quietly. Rhett sighed.

“I’m sorry, darlin,” Rhett apologized again. “You never have to see him again if you don’t want to.”

“That’s not what I want,” you told Rhett as you sat down on the edge of your bed. “I want to be a part of your family.”

“Oh, honey, you already are,” Rhett assured you. He quickly moved to sit beside you, pulling your head into his neck. “You’re my family now. You and me, that’s all I need.” His voice was soft and his accent sweet. It comforted you despite the pain you were feeling. You started sniffling anyway.

“Your life is on that ranch, Rhett. I need them to like me,” you said.

“No, you don’t. My mom likes you, she’s the only one whose opinion counts in the family,” Rhett said. He was gently stroking your hair as you leaned into his body. He could feel your tears against his neck.

“Your dad’s opinion matters too,” you said. “You know that.” Rhett kissed your forehead.

“I also know he’d love you,” he said. “You’re sweet and funny and strong,” he continued. “Perry’s the only one that’s not on board.”

“I want him to like me too though,” you whimpered.

“It doesn’t matter to me if my brother likes you, darlin. I love you. That’s enough for me.”

“I want your family to like me though, Rhett. I don’t want our family to be separate from theirs,” you said. Rhett sighed lightly. He scooted further up the bed so he could pull you to straddle his lap, letting you wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Honey, I don’t even care if he’s at our wedding. I—” Rhett stopped himself once he realized what he’d said. His body tensed. You smiled against Rhett’s neck.

“I want your whole family at our wedding,” you said. Rhett’s body relaxed. He turned to press a kiss to the side of your head. You carried on the conversation as if the two of you hadn’t just admitted how incredibly dedicated to one another you were.

“If that’s what you want then I’ll make it happen. If I have to tie Perry’s jaw shut while you walk down the aisle I will,” Rhett promised you. You giggled lightly. “There’s that laugh,” he cooed. You pulled your head from his neck. There were still some tear streams on your cheeks, but you had a small smile on your face. Rhett leaned forward and gave you a short peck. He wiped the tear streams off your cheeks.

“Want me to cook for you?” You asked.

“You hungry now, darlin?” Rhett asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “You cheered me up.” He smiled softly.

“Good,” he said. “That’s all I ever wanna do.”

“That’s all, cowboy?” You asked. Rhett chuckled.

“That’s all, cowgirl,” he told you.

“Too bad. I was hoping to get lucky tonight,” you said. “Guess I’ll have to go back to the bar and have someone else pick me up.” Rhett wrapped his arms around you, flipping you so you were pinned beneath him. He started kissing your neck before growling in your ear.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

[rpstartersinc]

* 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐔𝐒  /  𝐄𝐏  𝟑,  𝟒  &  𝟓.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ want your jacket back? ”

“ never been in the woods. more bugs than i thought. ”

“ i don’t want your sorries. ”

“ i wasn’t gonna say i’m sorry. ”

“ nobody made you go along with this plan. ”

“ don’t blame me for something that isn’t my fault. ”

“ what are you looking out for? ”

“ is it something lame, like you fell down the stairs or something? ”

“ someone shot at me and missed. ”

“ i gotta grab some stuff i stashed. ”

“ you ask a lot of goddamn questions. ”

“ i had a friend who knew everything about this game. ”

“ there’s this one character named mileena who takes off her mask and she has monster teeth and then she swallows you whole and barfs out your bones! ”

“ ah, getting funnier. ”

“ dude, you got to go up in the sky! ”

“ so everything came crashing down in one day? ”

“ if you have to get bit to be infected, then who bit the first person? ”

“ there’s stuff up there you shouldn’t see. ”

“ well now i have to see. ”

“ whatever it was, think it’s gone. ”

“ dead people can’t be infected. ”

“ it doesn’t get old. ”

“ i’m not infected! ”

“ why did you take that long to answer? ”

“ i thought about lying for some reason, but the reason didn’t come. ”

“ i’m letting you go, so go. ”

“ if i feed you, then every bum you talk to about it is gonna show up here looking for a free lunch. ”

“ you already know i’m bad at lying. ”

“ everything tastes good when you’re starving. ”

“ i know i don’t seem like the type. ”

“ would you stop!? ”

“ paying attention to things, it’s how we show love. ”

“ there are no friends to be had. ”

“ i’ve actually been talking to a nice woman on the radio. ”

“ aren’t i the lucky one? ”

“ i got something to show you. ”

“ i like you older. older means we’re still here. ”

“ i was never afraid before you showed up. ”

“ took most of the night. i’m exhausted. ”

“ i’ve had more good days with you than with anyone else. ”

“ i should be furious. ”

“ you hear anything, you see anything, yell. ”

“ so they’re dead? ”

“ i used to hate the world, and i was happy when everyone died. but i was wrong, because there was one person worth saving. ”

“ we have a job to do, and god help any motherfuckers who stand in our way. ”

“ we can just keep our histories to ourselves. ”

“ you do what i say when i say it. ”

“ they have hot water! i’m taking a shower, and then you’re showering, because seriously - pffff. ”

“ well don’t you look pretty. ”

“ it’s like a spaceship. ”

“ gas breaks down over time, this stuff’s almost water. ”

“ it doesn’t matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationary. ”

“ what did the mermaid wear to her math class? an algae bra. ”

“ i stayed up all night wondering where the sun went, and then it dawned on me. ”

“ this make you all nostalgic? ”

“ hold your horses, i wanna see what all the fuss is about. ”

“ why are all these pages stuck together? ”

“ can we start a fire? i’m freezing. ”

“ no one’s gonna find us. ”

“ if you don’t think there’s hope for the world, why bother going on? ”

“ i’m not even tired. ”

“ i’m all turned around. ”

“ this is my second day in a fucking car, man! ”

“ you’re not hurt? ”

“ you don’t come out until i say, okay? ”

“ my mom isn’t far, if you could get me to her. ”

“ you can have it. ”

“ you don’t have to! ”

“ i can’t fit through. ”

“ i was alone. ”

“ you were wronged, and i’m sorry. ”

“ they put a gun to my head! ”

“ have i satisfied the necessary conditions for you to talk? ”

“ you think i won’t do it? ”

“ i didn’t hear that guy coming. ”

“ you’re just a kid. ”

“ i know what it’s like, the first time that you hurt someone like that. ”

“ i’m not good at this. ”

“ you shouldn’t have had to, and i’m sorry. ”

“ it wasn’t my first time. ”

“ you put it in your pack, you’ll shoot your damn ass off. ”

“ we’ll get through this. ”

“ let’s just handle what we have to handle. we can deal with this after. ”

“ where would you be without me, huh? ”

“ how did you know it was an ambush? ”

“ i’ve been on both sides. ”

“ we did what we needed to survive. ”

“ did you kill innocent people? ”

“ i don’t want someone sneaking up on us while we’re sleeping. ”

“ i don’t wanna talk about it. ”

“ so it gets easier when you get older? ”

“ did you know diarrhoea is hereditary? yeah, it runs in your jeans. ”

“ you laughed, motherfucker! ”

“ look at me, not at that. ”  

“ i used to be so scared of these people. ”  

“ did it make you feel safe? ”  

“ how does it make you feel now? ”  

“ i swear, i’ve told you everything i know. ”  

“ he won’t be talking. ”  

“ why go to the trouble? you can kill yourself right here. ”

“ do i look scared? ”  

“ i’ve been watching them, i know their patterns. ”  

“ we don’t wanna hurt you, we wanna help you. ”  

“ if i lower my gun, we didn’t hurt you, so you don’t hurt us, right? ”

“ that’s a weird fucking tone, man. ”  

“ that’s just the way he sounds, he has an asshole voice. ”

“ i’m gonna trust you. ”  

“ you know what happens when you do that to people? the moment they get a chance, they do it right back to you. ”

“ never killed anyone. ”  

“ pointing an unloaded gun at you was the closest i’ve ever come to being violent. ”

“ that’s my dicey-as-fuck plan. ”  

“ your dad’s kind of a pessimist. ”  

“ he’s not my dad. ”  

“ i’m not her dad. ”  

“ endure and survive. ”  

“ i wasn’t exactly telling you the truth, before. ”  

“ i am the bad guy because i did a bad guy thing. ”  

“ we’re not doing so good. ”  

“ have you been back to the room you grew up in? ”  

“ he would be horrified by the things i’ve done. ”  

“ this is what happens when you fuck with fate. ”  

“ are you ever scared? ”  

“ i’m scared all the time. ”  

“ i’m scared of ending up alone. ”  

“ if you turn into a monster, is it still you inside? ”  

“ stay awake with me. ”  

“ gimme the gun. ”  

“ what did i do? ”  

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Flowers

Jeongin x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.2K

Synopsis: An unexpected visitor from your past knocking at your door holding flowers shouldn't be as terrifying as it is for you.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, domestic abuse is a big part of this story (if that can be triggering please skip this one), mentions of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse (not Jeongin, an ex), gas lighting, violence/death threats/threats of bodily harm (stabbing, again if ANY of this is triggering I understand you passing on this one!), unprotected piv sex (please use condoms!), cream pie, pet names (jagi, angel, beautiful etc.) I think that's everything but if I missed something (which I sincerely hope I did not) please let me know and I will add it IMMEDIATELY!

You were finishing the last of your dinner dishes when there was a knock at your door. It was strange, you weren’t expecting anyone but that didn’t mean one of your boyfriend’s seven best friends didn’t just swing by while in the neighborhood. You started to dry off your hands when Jeongin called to you from the back of the apartment you shared. 

“Baby can you get that? I’m already naked about to get in the shower!” You made your way through the living room towards the door. 

“Yea I’ll get it Innie! You know it’s, at minimum, one of the guys so try not to take your hour shower please. I can only entertain them so long before they get bored and start causing trouble.” You could hear Jeongin laughing as the shower started, very familiar with his friends’ antics. You were rolling your eyes laughing when you answered the door, expecting two or more boisterous men. 

“If you can’t behav-” You looked up and choked on your words. Your eyes were wide and your heart started racing, you felt like you might throw up. So many memories and feelings came rushing back to you, things you wanted to forget. The very last person you expected to find knocking on your door at that time of night was your abusive ex-boyfriend Casey, flowers in hand. Your hands were shaking, and so was your voice.   

“W-what the fuck are you doing here?!” You were absolutely terrified but did your best not to sound it. How had he even found you? Casey rolled his eyes. 

“Geeze it’s nice to see you to y/n.” You had to have had the biggest ‘what the fuck’ look on your face. 

“NICE?! Seeing you is nice Casey?! I shouldn’t be seeing you at all, you’re not supposed to have my address, or have you forgotten about the protective order?!” He shook his head putting his free hand up trying to calm you down. 

“That thing expired six months ago baby.” You cringed and closed your eyes cursing yourself for forgetting about the court date to extend the order. 

“DON’T call me baby. I am not your baby.” He ignored your indignant tone. 

“It took me a while to find you but I finally did!” He held out the flowers that were in his other hand. 

“What. Are. You doing here?” You asked again looking down at the flowers in his hand and then back at him, refusing to take them 

“I’m here to say I’m sorry baby and to beg you to take me back.” He made a face, that face, the one he’d give you when he knew you were going to forgive whatever horrible thing he’d done to you. 

“I told you not to call me that.” You pointed at the bouquet in his hand. 

“Flowers? Very typical for you. You always used flowers for big apologies thinking it fixed the problem.” He put his arm down. 

“I know you’re mad...” You scoffed. 

“Mad? Casey there is a spectrum of feelings I’m having right now and mad is just one of them. Why the hell would I take you back after everything you did to me?!” He gave you a little half smile and tried to grab your hand to hold. You yanked it back quickly looking at him like he was insane, because he was. 

“Not all of it was bad. We were gonna get married one day.” You shook your head. 

“No you introduced me to your family saying that you’d marry me and then you’d look at me and say it was just a joke. I would get so excited hoping one day you would mean it but you only made me make a fool of myself.” He took a step closer to you and you took one back, still blocking your doorway. 

“Ba-” You glared. 

“y/n... Come on. Neither one of us were perfect.” You shook your head. 

“You wanted perfect, thin, blonde, submissive. I couldn’t give you perfect no matter how hard I tried, no matter the trips to the salon, the diets, the gym memberships, I tried to give you what you wanted and couldn’t and so you took it out on me any way you could. I hated myself for a long time for justifying your mistakes. Maybe I was holding on to what I thought you were, but when you think too hard eventually it starts to hurt. Now I know the version in my head wasn’t true. It took a minute but I learned that shit the hard way by having my heart broken again and again by you.” He started to get more frustrated with you. 

“You left me! You can’t be heartbroken if you’re the one that left!” You looked at him incredulously. 

“Who are you to tell me I can’t be heartbroken?! So much came before me leaving Casey, you had the chance, the door for you was wide open for a long time. You gaslit me, cheated on me blaming it on my weight, you called me horrible names, you verbally, emotionally, and physically abused me! Any of this ringing a bell Casey?!” He shook his head no disagreeing. 

“No no no you would start a fight and then you’d get all teary eyed when I fought back and I’d get so fucking angry...” You put your hand up stopping him, he was getting more and more worked up and he was starting to scare you.  

“Stop please. Expressing my feelings is not ‘starting a fight’. I should have been more conscious of how you spoke to me, if there’s anything I learned it’s to watch myself and if something’s hurting me to leave and go and get some help. I should have done it so much sooner than I did but young people fall for the wrong people and I guess my one was you.” Jeongin startled you when he walked up behind you suddenly. He kissed the side of your head and wrapped his arm around you. He was still a little flushed and damp from the shower, wearing only his gray sweats since the two of you were going to bed soon. Casey’s eyes narrowed and he glared at Jeongin. 

“Hey jagiya, who’s this?” Jeongin asked. 

“Her boyfriend!” Casey blurted out before you could answer. Jeongin’s brows furrowed. 

“What?” You chimed in quickly. 

“EX! Boyfriend.” Jeongin suddenly realized just who he was. You’d told him about your abusive ex before you moved in together, so that he knew what he was getting himself into with you. 

“Don’t you have a restraining order on him?!” You shook your head. 

“I missed a court date so they didn’t extend it.” Casey was nodding. 

“Yea we’re working on things...” Jeongin got in front of you slightly. This guy was clearly out of his god damn mind. 

“If that’s what you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead and pretend I haven’t found a man that treats me right.” Finally Casey had enough and blew up. 

“YOU STUPID FAT BITCH! YOU NEED ME! YOUR NOTHING WITHOUT ME! A COW! A GIGANTIC! FAT! WHORE!” He didn’t make a move towards you, he wouldn’t dare with Jeongin standing there so he screamed insults and profanity at you as loud as he could. Jeongin held out his arm guiding you to take a couple steps back and he stepped out of the door frame and closed it, immediately locking it. Casey started beating against it with his fists hard. 

“FUCKING WHORE, DUMB FAT CUNT, I’M GONNA BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Your eyes were wide and you were trembling, terrified just like it had always been when you were with him. 

“Go sit on the couch jagiya I’m gonna call the cops.” You shook your head frantically, gripping Jeongin tightly. 

“Please! Don’t make me go! I want to stay near you! I’m scared Innie!” Jeongin wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. 

“Shhh... it’s okay jagi you can stay, stay right here okay? You’re safe, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise!” Casey was still losing his mind on the other side of the door and it sounded like he was going to break it down. 

“DUMB FAT SLUT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!” He kicked at the door making it shake even more aggressively making you jump in fear with every hit. Jeongin was already on the phone with emergency services explaining what was going on. 

“I’M GONNA GET IN THERE JUST YOU WAIT! I'M GONNA COME IN THERE BABY AND I’M GONNA KILL YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR NEW LITTLE BOYFRIEND!” Suddenly you and Jeongin saw the blade of a knife through the gap in the door as he tried to unlatch the lock with it. 

“Yeah!? Can they hurry the fuck up please he’s fucking nuts and he has a knife.” Jeongin told the dispatcher. The blade disappeared and then you heard metal hitting your door, over and over while he still screamed. 

“I’M GONNA STAB YOU BITCH! CUT YOUR FAT ASS OPEN! FUCKING! KILL! YOU!” The ding of the elevator signaled someone stopping on your floor. It got deathly quiet and then you heard low voices. 

“Oh hi officer!” The cop looked at your door and the man with the knife in his hand. 

“Drop the knife now!” The officer had his hand on his holstered gun. Casey dropped the knife immediately. The cop walked over kicking it further away. 

“Your ID.” Casey pulled out his wallet and handed his driver’s license to the cop who looked it over. 

“Mr... Jones we’re here because we got a call about a man brandishing a knife making death threats to the couple in this apartment. 

“Threats? Oh no sir, I just got locked out of my girlfriend’s apartment and I'm trying to get back in.” The cop was not buying it, even the worst detective could tell something here was very wrong. 

“You planning on stabbing through the door to get in Mr. Jones?” Casey looked at the knife on the floor. 

“Oh that? I was cooking dinner when I got locked out.” The cop nodded and hummed. 

“Mmhm I’m sure you were. If you don’t mind, I’d like you to step over to the end of the hall with my partner for a moment while I speak to whomever is in the apartment.” Casey did as the officer asked and then turned back quickly. 

“We were having a bit of a fight so she’s probably mad at me...” The cop nodded. 

“Over with my partner Mr. Jones” He listened and went over by the officer’s partner. The cop that had initially been questioning Casey knocked on your apartment door. 

“This is officer Roe I’m here with my partner officer Wade, we were called about a man with a knife making death threats. If you could, will you please open the door so that I can speak with you?” You and Jeongin were on the other side of the door, you were shaking like a leaf.  

“Is he away from the door?” Jeongin asked not willing to take even the slightest chance of you getting hurt. 

  “Yes sir he’s being detained by my partner up the hall a ways. The knife has been dropped. It’s safe, I assure you.” When Jeongin heard the knife was down he unlocked and opened the door. When he did you gasped and started tearing up.  

The flowers Casey had brought as an ‘I’m sorry’ looked like they’d exploded, flower petals and broken stems littering the floor. While that was alarming, seeing the door was outright terrifying. Big gash marks from the knife being stabbed into the door repeatedly. You shuddered and Jeongin wrapped his arms around you trying to comfort you, trying to make sure you knew you were safe, that he’d do anything to keep you safe. The officer questioned you both together not wanting to further your distress by separating you from Jeongin. You did all the talking anyway. You explained to the officer about Casey and his abusive past, the protective order that ended. The further into the story you got the more worked up you were. 

“And and and then he started screaming, just screaming horrible things at the top of his lungs and and he he s-sa-said he was g-gonna kill me he’s gonna kill me!” You started to hyperventilate, sobbing. 

“Jagiya look at me yea? Look in my eyes. I’m not letting anything happen to you. Slow deep breaths come on count it out to ground yourself jagi. One...two...three...” You had delt with a lot of shit and Jeongin was always there to help you through. He started taking slow breaths in and out while he counted with you. Your breathing returned to normal and you were able to finish answering the rest of the police officer’s questions. 

“Thank you Ms. Y/l/n. Mr. Jones will be placed under arrest tonight for attempted assault with a deadly weapon, and a slew of other things. We’ll definitely be in contact with you to make sure your testimony is on the record. Mr. Yang, Ms. y/l/n, I hope you can try and enjoy the rest of your evening.” Jeongin held out his hand and the officer shook it. 

“Thank you sir, we’ll sleep better tonight knowing he’ll be in jail.” The officer nodded and headed down the hall towards his partner and Casey. 

“Mr. Jones do you have any other weapons, drugs, or anything else on you?” Casey shook his head no. 

“Turn around and put you hands behind your back...” When he realized he was getting arrested he exploded all over again. Like a switch being flipped. He had been calm as can be two seconds before. 

“YOU DUMB FUCKING COW! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! WHAT DID YOU TELL THEM? YOU STUPID FAT WHO-” Jeongin shut the door and locked it stifling the screaming. Once the police and Casey were in the elevator everything was quiet again. You stood there across from the front door gob smacked, Jeongin leaned against the door trying to will his heart to slow down, the adrenaline dissipating. He looked up at you standing there shivering as if you were standing in the snow. When your eyes met Jeongin’s you burst out into tears. He quickly took you into his arms and held you while you sobbed. Once you were calmer, only sniffling and hiccupping a little, Jeongin softly spoke. 

“Let’s get you in the shower and into bed jagiya.” You nodded against his chest. Jeongin led you to the bathroom and started running the shower for you. 

“Come here angel.” You walked over and Jeongin started to pull the hem of your shirt up and off you. He kissed your cheek as soon as you were freed from the fabric. He gave you a tight hug and then unhooked your bra tossing it aside with your shirt. Jeongin unbuttoned your jeans and drug the zipper down. He pushed your pants and underwear down to your knees. 

“Have a seat on the edge of the tub for me jagi.” You sat down and Jeongin lifted one leg pulling the pant leg off, gently setting it back down, then grabbed your other leg completely removing your jeans and panties. He helped you to stand then grabbed one of your hair clips. He stood behind you and pulled your hair back into somewhat of a ponytail and twisted it up before securing your clip in your hair. When he had you all ready for your shower you turned and hugged him tightly, your soft body pressed against his. 

“I love you so much Innie.” You started to get teary again. He ran his hands up and down your back soothing you. 

“I love you too y/n, so much.” When you finally let go Jeongin pulled the shower curtain back so you could climb in. 

“I’m gonna grab your robe and a towel and I’ll be right back angel.” You started washing up as Jeongin went to grab your things. The stress and adrenaline had you stiff and sore so the hot water beating down on you felt so good, relaxing you and you started to get drowsy. Jeongin tapped on the door before coming back in so he didn’t startle you. 

“Need more time?” You hummed, so tired now. 

“Hmm-no I think I'm done Innie.” You shut off the water and opened the shower curtain to find Jeongin standing there with a big towel spread out in his arms waiting for you. 

“Come here jagiya.” You walked into his arms and he wrapped the towel around you, squeezing you and then started drying you off. When you weren’t drippy anymore Jeongin tossed the towel and picked up the robe he’d grabbed for you, helping you put it on. He gently gripped your shoulders and kissed the side of your head. 

“Let’s get to bed my love.” Jeongin led you to your room and pulled back the duvet on your bed. 

“Go on crawl in get cozy.” You gave him a weak smile, shedding your robe and climbing into bed. Jeongin pulled the comforter over you and tucked you in a little, pecking your lips. After getting you tucked in he walked around to his side of the bed dropped his sweat pants and also climbed into bed under the covers. His hands instantly found your cushy body and pulled you close to him so that he could spoon you. You felt so safe and warm now. You let out a deep breath and Jeongin squeezed you tighter. 

“Try to get some sleep now jagiya.” You nodded and could feel your eyes getting heavy quickly. 

“I love you Jeongin.” He took a deep breath in and melted into you more. 

“I love you too y/n, more than I love myself. I always will.” You turned in his arms and nuzzled up into his chest, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, Jeongin dozing off not long after you.

You woke up in the middle of the night with your ex’s screams echoing in your head. Jeongin had rolled over onto his other side after falling asleep, his broad back to you now. Your eyes started filling with tears. You had no control over it, the harder you tried to stop it the more they came, you just tried to keep quiet so that you didn’t wake Jeongin. As if you could control that either. You sniffled and wimpered and took a deep shuddering breath. Jeongin started to stir and turned over, squinting his sleepy fox like eyes trying to see you. 

“Jagiya? Jagi?” You couldn’t get it together enough to speak instead you choked and started bawling.  

“Hey hey! Come here my love, come here.” Jeongin pulled you close to him again, your head tucked under his chin resting against his chest. Once his strong arms were around you, your tears started to subside and then you stopped crying all together. Jeongin’s embrace, his touch was all that you needed. It was like you could feel all his love for you vibrating from his body into yours and it made you feel warm all over. You placed a chaste kiss against his chest and he took a satisfied breath, feeling your lips on his skin. You braced your hands against his torso and pressed another kiss to his chest, then another, and another as you started to travel up his neck. The breath Jeongin let out this time was deeper. 

“Jagi... we don’t have t-” You cut him off, peppering more kisses across his jaw and then you softly kissed his lips. 

“I know we don’t have to Innie, but I want to. I don’t want to feel scared anymore. I want to feel love, love me Jeongin... please.” He held your face in one hand and kissed you deeply. 

“I’ll love you y/n, I’ll love you.” Jeongin rolled over on top of you, his arms caging you in under him. He kissed your forehead, your cheek, your nose and then your lips again. Claiming them, your cupid’s bow between Jeongin’s lips. His tongue slowly slid into your mouth, teasing, tasting, in no rush. He propped himself on one hand and reached down to trace his fingers through your folds. He started slowly circling around your clit and you took in a sharp breath. He shooshed you his lips still pushed against yours. 

“Shh shh jagiya, I’ve got you.” His fingers slid back towards your entrance gathering your arousal, then rubbing your clit again, your slick precum aiding his movements. He started teasing your bundle of nerves faster and your breathing picked up as well. 

“I-Innie... feels so good... don’t stop...” He continued circling his wet fingers around your clit kissing down your neck and across your collarbone.  

“I won’t stop my love, let go for me, let me take you there...” His two fingers teased you faster rubbing back and forth and you came, softly panting out Jeongin’s name. 

“Je-Jeongin Jeongin uh uh mmm I’m coming.” Your words were whispered against his lips and he kissed you as he worked you through your orgasm. 

“Beautiful, fuck you’re so pretty when you cum for me like that. My beautiful angel.” When you could finally open your eyes again you saw Jeongin’s brown eyes staring back at you with a softness in them you’d never seen in anyone's eyes until you met him. He was propped over you on two hands again.  

You reached down between you and grabbed his cock lining it up with your wet hole and pushed his tip inside you. Jeongin let out a soft moan, then put his weight on his elbows pressing your bodies together as he pushed into your plump pussy deeper. When he bottomed out inside you his tip brushed that little spot that made your whole body buzz and you moaned his name breathless. 

“Innie... more...” He pulled out and pushed into you slow but deep. 

“You want more jagiya? Hmm?” You nodded  

“God yes, please Innie... m-more...” He pulled out and thrusted harder, just as deep then started a steady rhythm. One of his hands cupped your face and he kissed you as he kept pumping in and out, you were so wet for him, felt so good. 

“You’re taking me so well beautiful, so well, do I make you feel good jagi?” You nodded looking into his eyes as Jeongin continued to make love to you. 

“S-so s-so good Innie. Harder please fuck me harder.” Jeongin started snapping his hips into you harder, your bodies rubbing together, hands gripping, groping, massaging each other, no way to tell where one body stopped and the other started. Slow, deep and hard, that’s how Jeongin fucked you for what seemed like forever. Your orgasm crept up and washed over you like waves on the shore. 

“huhuhuJeonginahuhuh...” You were panting his name out as he kept his pace up, reaching for his orgasm and extending yours. 

“I’m gonna cum angel... fuck I’m gonna cum...” You nodded still breathless as your orgasm disappated. Jeongin pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closed tightly as he continued to thrust into you deeply. He whispered. 

“Can I cum inside you jagiya?” You nodded against his head biting your bottom lip. He forced his eyes open looking you deep in yours as his climax approached. You cupped his face and kissed him. 

“Cum inside me Jeongin. Please, please cum inside me.” His head still rested against yours both of you panting, breathing in the others moans of pleasure, sharing the same air. The strangled moan Jeongin made as he looked into your eyes and came set your body on fire. You could feel his warm seed filling you as he pumped and twitched inside your cunt refusing to close his eyes, refusing to miss a second of your gorgeous face taking his cum. 

“F-fuck fuck oh god y/n jagi... mmmm I’m coming. Do you feel me angel? Hmm? That’s my love.” Jeongin continued thrusting into you deep filling you with his cum while your pussy quivered around him at his words. He kept pumping you full. 

“I love you...” He thrusted and kissed you. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Every time punctuated by another deep thrust and kiss. Jeongin laid on top of you propped up looking down at you as his cock twitched one last time and he started to go soft inside you. He laid down on you completely wrapping his arms around your thick body, resting his head on your big soft breasts. He took a deep breath as he listened to your heartbeat return to normal. You wrapped your arms around him and twirled a piece of his hair, both of you basking in the after glow of your love making.

After a bit he propped himself over you again and cupped your cheek stroking it tenderly, he leaned down and pecked your lips sweetly and then he was looking at you like that again, that soft look as he caressed your face. 

“Marry me.”  

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✦ 𝟎𝟎𝟕 ✦ 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞...

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(A/n) // Interested in Game of Thrones and the Witcher? I have published the first chapter of my Witcher!Reader. Also, this chapter was inspired by, “Exit Music (For a Film)” by Radiohead!

Content Warnings // Swearing, mentions of poisoning/poisoning, murder, death, blood…

Word Count // 1.2k

I felt awful. While I was with Meryl, Livio was in the hospital. I felt like the worst girlfriend in the world…

Nicholas told you the doctors believed it was food poisoning. He would’ve stayed but he had a mess to clean up at home, you offered to help but he immediately rejected, saying that you’re in no state to do anything. He wasn’t wrong, you felt tired, angry, and numb at this point.

“(Y/n)-Chan?” You slowly lift up your head, seeing the familiar ray of sunshine, “What are you doing here?”

Nothing came out of your mouth. Looking back at Livio’s room and back at Vash, the words fall out of your mouth, nothing. Vash could see you struggling, unable to conjure any words. Your mouth feels dry, your throat shuts on its own, and you feel yourself cry.

You feel his hands on your shoulders when you try to stand. He mumbles a few words into your ear, but your body continues to shake, it feels uncomfortably hot as the fears fall down your face and onto your lap. Your hands slapped over your mouth to stop the whimpers, it felt like a heart attack. The nervous pit in your stomach grew worse and worse… Were you gonna throw up?

Vash soothes you, rubbing your back like a parent trying to calm their own kid. Soon, your crying slowled, your tears wiped from your burning eyes by your sleeve. Moments of silence later, you stood on your own.

“(Y/n)-Chan?” He repeats your name softly, “Can I… Hug you?” He hears a soft yes, and he’s quick to hug you, “I’m sorry.”

“I wish that I told him I was going to Meryl.”

“Meryl?”

“...She was being followed, shot the guy.”

“Is she okay?” Careful to keep his voice down.

“Physically yes, mentally no.”

“God, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“...I don’t know.”

2:32 AM - WOLFWOOD’S HOUSE

Was it wrong of Nicholas to throw out perfectly good plates? No. Was it necessary to? Of fucking course. With it all over the place, it was a necessary sacrifice. It felt strange, doing this to his own brother but it had to be done, he had to get Livio out of the way.

But it also meant that Nicholas had to be careful, very careful. He couldn’t just grab everything and toss it in a bag and fill the room with cleaning products, he couldn’t risk getting it on himself.

But he wasn’t wrong about almost drowning his kitchen in cleaning products, all decked out in clothes that he didn’t care for, gloves, masks, and glasses. All his kitchen windows were wide open, soft music played as he roughly scrubbed the floor.

All fours, scrubbing away the vomit that made his nose scrunch up in disgust. He gagged himself, but held it down, swallowing the burning liquid.

He coughed as he stood to his feet, tossing the sponge away and grabbing the bucket and mop. He’d have to spare every product or item he ever used, afterall, he could risk it getting onto him but also anyone else he came into contact with. He wasn’t that cruel.

But at the same time, he didn’t want to gas his entire house. Believe him, he would if he could, but he still lives here. And he wasn’t going to deny that this is the first time he has ever cleaned so much of his life. If you were to calculate how much he cleaned before this… Don’t get him started.

After what was most definitely hours, he finished. He threw out everything he used, even his clothes and scrubbed himself red. Once he got out and changed, his phone rang.

He kept his phone sealed in a bag just in case, he sees Vash calling him. He pressed the green button and pulled the phone to his ear, “What?” He said, picking up a cigarette and lighting it up.

“Did you hear about Livio? Or even Meryl?”

“No, what happened to Meryl?”

“(Y/n)-Chan said she was being followed. Have you heard anything from her?”

“She has been silent for a while. She usually sends me random shitty videos. Nothing today though… How’s Livio?”

“Oh! Livio is actually doing well, they said it might’ve been poisoning.”

If things couldn’t be better… He fucking survied?!

“That’s good to hear.”

“The doc’s are going to keep him here for a few more days. They want to flush the poison out of him before releasing him.”

“...How’s (Y/n)-Chan taking this? Is she alright?”

“She… She feels like it’s her fault.”

“Why?”

“Because Meryl called when Livio wasn’t feeling well, she thought she could have done something. Oh! The doc is coming back, I’ll see ya later.”

Vash hung up before he could say anything else. Before he could call him back…

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“What now?” Wolfwood grumbled, walking out of his room and to his door. He smiled when he saw who it was, he opened the door with a straight face, “How’d it go?”

“The bitch shot me!” The man shouted, pointing at his injured leg, “You could’ve warned me-!”

“Hush now, you don’t want to attract police attention, now do we?” Wolfwoof cocked an eyebrow, “Now, your payment.” Wolfwood hands him the thick envelope, “Everything is there and…” He handed him a heavily wrapped lunch, “A peace offering but you’ll have to heat it up. Take care.”

“Whatever.”The man hissed at him, walking away.

Wolfwood watched until he was out of sight, “Another problem taken care of.” He said as he closed and locked his door.

3:12 AM - UNKNOWN

The man’s hand clung to his neck as he felt it getting harder and harder to breath by the second. The other hand came to his chest, clutching his dirty shirt in pain as it felt sharp sensations flowing through his body.

He felt the pressure of vomiting his guts out, everytime he coughed, his throat was on fire. He began crying out, pleading for help and for anyone to help him. But he couldn’t see the party that was happening across from his trailer.

A terrified look took over his face, everything around him seemed frozen and he was unable to move. His legs finally gave out and he collapsed, straight to the ground. But that’s when he finally felt like his entire body stopped as he felt the burning sensation traveling through out his body and to the heart

All he could think of was the note written by Wolfwood…

‘I hope that you choke’ : )

Taglist // @themaskismyface , @jasperthechaosgremlin ,

[bootydoodie609]

TESTING TESTING🤓

Ok um first fanfic since forever this my alt account og is darealbadger or something also this is going to be in my best writing form ever. don’t make fun of me I have autism 😭 also might be series of anyone likes it😋also it’s me in it😡ALSO ALSO might me smuty😭

The sun rises over my calm town well it is until I hear screams and gun shots

“What the hell..?”

I go back inside my house, yeah I think I’ll stay inside today.. and maybe wait a couple hours.. eh fuck it I’ll just go out! I walk out the door and take a deep breath in my South Park pajamas and my System of a Down tee shirt

“The birds are singing the sun is shining the people are dying! What a wonderful day wait people dying-?” I just now notice that almost the entire neighborhood is fucking murdered

“oh how fun..”I say as I step over the land mines of dead bodies out to the middle of the street just about to go to the gas station for snacks before going back in my house for the rest of the day(I’d like to live). I keep walking to the gas station my headphones on blaring metal trying to block out the screams of people dying “so much for peace and quiet..” I say whispering to myself looking down at my phone as I bump into somebody well I probably didn’t see him because he’s WAY shorter than me

“Oh shit man I didn’t see you there!”I say reaching a hand out to him, this dude with a black trench coat red button up and some damn pretty hair his long shoulders length black hair, I look him up and down admiring his looks “are you ok?” He’s looking up at me not moving for a couple of seconds flinching when I reach my hand out before he grabs it and gets up “T-thanks..” he mumbles under his breath “I’m sorry what did you say little man?” He looks me up and down embarrassed but I see a look of fear and rage in his eyes “I-I said thank you ma’am..” I nod my head “yeah your welcome but are you ok?” “O-oh uh yes..?” That’s weird he like asked himself? I keep looking him up and down and FINALLY notice he’s had a gun “what’s that gun for cowboy?” Now a bit confused by that i raise an eyebrow.

Dudes pov:

“What’s that gun for cowboy?” Her voice rings in my ear in too stunned to answer her I look down at it and back up at her

“I-I don’t know…” god I’m pathetic I sound like a kicked dog this is embarrassing!

Tell her you’re going to bring it to a friend

The voice rings in my ear “i-im going to bring it to a friend??” She looks me up and down like prey watching the gears turn in her head as my eyes wander around her body taking her in “well then! You know why all these crazy people are screaming though?” Oh shit oh shit oh shit she knows she knows!

Calm down idiot you’re overreacting! Just tell her you don’t know! God think for yourself..

“Oh jeez I don’t know” I shrug my shoulders as I start sweating at her questioning thinking she’s gonna find me out “well this is the probably the worst day I’ve ever had..” she says putting her hands in her.. pajama pants?! God she’s not in her best state either I’m guessing “oh why’s that?” I say questioning her now getting her to stop asking me questions is better “well it’s a bit better now cuz such a pretty boy is in front of me!” She says grinning and patting my back. WAIT PRETTY?!

She must be more mad than you!

Shut up.. “p-pretty me?” I say looking around for anyone around “yeah no shit! You didn’t know?!” She says genuinely confused “oh you’re making me blush..!” I say covering my face god I can’t believe this pretty girl is calling ME pretty “well jeez I’m pretty too?” Oh god did I say that out loud!? “Yeah?” FUCK FUCK FUCK

good going retard can’t do anything right?

The voice’s laugher echoing in my head “I um I got to go..” I say stumbling away “oh ATLEAST let me get your number!” She says as she grabs my shoulder turning me around and looking at me “pleaseee?” Oh jeez how could I say no? “Uh- Um- Sure?!” I take her hand and a pen out and write my number down

JESUS PINHEAD JUST GET PEICE OF PAPER OR- or just write on her hand and you’re already doing it! God..

She laughs at my stupid mistake.. oh god her laugh it’s just, god… “thanks dork.. now I guess you could just go on about your day! I’ll be calling you later remember!” She says walking away is she..?

Oh god she’s skipping away… I hope she doesn’t fall- and she did..

Oh god.. she actually might be crazier than me..

[blindrapture]

THURSDAY JUNE 9TH, 2011 (Systematic Chaos)

4:39 AM FIRE FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

4:42 AM MON DIEU C’EST TRES TERRIBLE

4:56 AM NON, PARIS! PARIS EST SUR LE FEU! POURQUOOOOOIIIIII?!?!?!

5:13 AM I JUST REALIZED THAT LAST ONE WAS IN FRENCH SORRY PARIS IS ON FIRE! WHYYYYYYYY?! BECAUSE, YOU SEE, PARIS IS ON FIRE. IT SERIOUSLY IS. YES, THE WHOLE CITY. OHHHH MY GOD I CAN HEAR PEOPLE SCREAMING PEOPLE! REAL PEOPLE! SCREAMING! DYING! ON FIRE! OH MY GOD DON’T BURN JOURNAL DON’T BURN JOURNAL WHERE’S THE EXIT OH MY GOD

6:04 AM Okay, I’m on the highway, I’m getting the hell out of here. I’m going to Calais, I think. I think.

6:32 AM Gas station nearby. I hope there’s a rabbit hole.

6:40 AM OH FUCK

6:45 AM RABBIT HOLE THANK YOU Okay okay okay so I walked into the gas station and a car pulled up and some French people stepped out with guns and shouted “LE BOUFFON BLANC!” and I mean you know what that means by now and FUCK

6:48 AM OUTTA THE WAY HIPPO I GOT RUNNING TO DO

6:50 AM Okay. Okay. I’m hiding in a dumpster. The dumpster’s in the jungle. ‘Cause this rabbit hole took me to a jungle. But the jungle had a dumpster in it for some reason. And see, the French people followed me in. I kinda forgot anyone could enter rabbit holes. …oh! Hi! Eat crowbar! BYE

6:55 AM Taking a break from running, oh my god. So I didn’t realize how conspicuous a dumpster is as a hiding place in the jungle. They looked in it. I think I either killed or badly injured one. Two left. I think. Oh god. Gotta run!

7:16 AM Ohhhhhhhhh fuck oh fuck LION RUN OH MY GOD HI GUYS CAN’T TALK GOTTA RUN SEE YA

7:27 AM shhh hiding in some shrubbery I can hear a french guy screaming I think they found the lion

7:43 AM I think I’m safe now. Guess I’ll start walking through this jungle of motherfuckery.

10:42 AM I’m in Dover? I’m in Dover? How the fuck did I get to Dover so quickly? ..hotel. I’m gonna get more sleep. I’m still tired from last night and all that running and crazy.

11:00 AM No zombies, no nothing. Just an empty hotel.

11:11 AM I wish that, when I finally make it back to Blackpool, I can see Donnie again.

8:39 PM …’nother rabbit hole? That building was another rabbit hole? The hell? Wait. Where, wait, no, where the hell am I?

8:41 PM LET THERE BE LIGHT. That’s not light, that’s darkness. Expected there to be light after opening this door; there’s not. Just darkness.

8:45 PM It’s a narrow corridor, that’s for sure. Brick walls, definitely brick. I can’t see shit. I can only feel the brick.

8:46 PM I hear a faint noise. Sounds like a.. wind? Except a little too rough to be a wind. Like.. I dunno. Whispers?

8:53 PM I see a faint light up ahead. Someone’s standing under it. Someone a little.. thin. Awfully slender, you could say.

8:55 PM Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s the slendeNOPE IT’S THE RAKE NOWHERE TO RUN OH MY GOD FUCK I HAVE A CROWBAR I’LL USE IT

8:57 PM OH MY GOD MY LEG EAT EAT EAT EAT EAT CROWBAR YOU BITCH ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR THE USE OF THE WORD “BITCH” UNDER SUCH NEGATIVE CONTEXTS JUST EAT SHIT AND DIE

9:01 PM Oh my god. The Rake’s dead. The third Rake. That one was painful. It fucking got my leg. Like, I still have my leg, only now I have a huge gash down it. Another huge gash? God, I don’t know anymore, I’m all mixed up. Two. Ow, three. Hurts, oh my god. I need to disinfect this shit. But first I need to reach the end of this fucking tunnel.

9:29 PM I’M HUNGRY AND MY LEG HURTS AND IT’S DARK.

9:30 PM ..exit. o_o OH WAIT that’s just the exit to the tunnel, still in a rabbit hole. I can tell, see. ‘Cause there’s all these three-headed snakes on the floor. This is some kind of cocoon. I’m inside a giant cocoon. All the snakes are slithering around. Crowbar time!

9:32 PM OH GOD The cocoon dissolves. I’m now in a cave. Now it’s a cage. …I know this shtick, Rapture. Next, the stalactites and stalagmites will close me in and shut me tight, then I’ll compare this to 22nd street, and then we’ll hear a keyboard solo and then the guitar will get heavy and outside the cage, I’ll see my brother John. Yeah, Rapture. I know how this stuff goes. ..oh, or maybe there’ll just be a door right here for me to use. Either.. either one’s fine.

9:36 PM This is a hospital. …works for me!

9:40 PM ..all the patients here are Rachaels.

9:41 PM The receptionist is a Rachael too. She saw me and instantly said she’d get me an appointment. She giggled with it.

9:43 PM All the nurses are Rachaels. The nurse said the doctor will be in to see me in a minute. Why do I get the feeling that I know who the doctor’ll be?

9:44 PM Wait, that’s not a Rachael. My leg’s better. The doctor’s gone. That wasn’t a Rachael. That was Ace Man! But my leg’s better. What the fuck.

9:47 PM On the way out, the receptionist told me that I will experience side effects of feeling like there are bugs crawling around in my leg for about a day or two, but other than that, I’m fine. Then she told me that it’s best I never return to this hospital. She said “The Beacon is not one for healing the same patient twice.” “The Beacon.” Huh. Guess that’s Ace Man’s name. ..Beacon. Ace Man. Trying to decide which sounds cooler. Beac-y. Beaky. B-Lag. …Ace Man it is, then.

10:01 PM I’ve been back on Earth recently, walking down this highway. Just goin’ north.

10:37 PM Goddammit. I’m getting hungry.

10:45 PM This is gonna be a long night.

10:59 PM I see headlights. Shit.

11:00 PM ..it’s a puppet driver. He says he’s here to take me back to the Mistress. He also says the other Driver got to listen to some good music, and that he wants to hear what’s so good about my stuff. Mistress, you’re controlling all these guys. So thank you for the flattery. I suppose I’m gonna be forced to return the favour by the time I get back. Okay, fine. I’ll give this driver Dream Theater’s Systematic Chaos. Can’t get enough of that.

11:11 PM I wish for good luck with the reunion.

(Attached: “The SLCEMs were planning on setting fire to several key strongholds of the enemy they feared so much, but thanks to the White Jester, we got access to their gasoline and made an example of them by burning one of the most beautiful human achievements to the fucking ground. Europe was back under our control and would stay that way for a while. Say what you want about the Harlequin’s lack of restraint and unorthodox methods, but she was smart to send someone who didn’t know the actual details of what he was doing. That one accomplishment would wind up influencing our greater decision of how to approach.. bigger things. Wir werden dich zu lesen lehren.”)

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[lovecolibri]

What’s interesting is a few blogs that are like ‘this is what the ga likes! Fandom is too small for a difference’ and we brought this on ourselves. Which okay, yea we did a little with buddie but I’ve been looking through a few different sites and I’m seeing a small crowd of ‘oh I loved it all and I love the new li’s’ and a much bigger crowd of, LS had a much better finale, who are these chicks, what is buck doing, it was rushed, and so on.

I’m just so tired of hearing well it’s not about you little fandom out there on tumblr and twitter crying, it’s about the millions of GA’s. Well the GA is speaking out and they may not be crying over a couch theory but they aren’t very satisfied what was put on our screens Monday evening. Just need others to stop saying they actually know this is what the ga wants and understands, that we need to stop crying, and nothing is going to change with abc. Omg.

Sorry for the rant. Just had to get a little off my chest bc I am so tired of others basically being happy that buddie shippers were let down and that we don’t really matter to what happens to the show. Like you said earlier, fandoms keep shows alive when it really comes down to it.

I get you, Nonnie! And while yes, I did see some WILD takes about where people were saying things were going for Buddie when I happened to peek at Twitter that I felt were a reach because the build-up we should have seen if Buddie was the direction this season wasn't there, but even EYE was shocked at that ending! Also, the GA isn't out here making tons of comments online so it actually baffles me when shows or people talk about "what they GA wants" because like, how do we know? Yeah the TV might be on and counting for viewers but are they happy with the show or is it playing in the other room while they're making dinner or answering emails? If they aren't the ones making their opinions known because they're not online how can anyone say "this is what they want"? IDK. I just think that if they WEREN'T concerned at all with how the online fandom would react, they would have dug in and had a descent build-up to the LIs for Buck and Eddie and given them a romance their characters are worthy of like they did with all the other ships on the show. But forcing it in at the end while not actually telling us ANYTHING about these women or why the guys like them or how they are good for them and fulfill what they've been looking for, just tells me that they couldn't afford to alienate the online fanbase earlier in the season which in turn tells me that they DO listen more than people have said they do. Does that mean they'll actually make Buddie canon? Not necessarily, but it does say that my post about shipbaiting was on track in that they made sure to do enough to use the online fandom to hype things up for them and couldn't risk losing that fanbase before the end of the show. Which is a dick move and I think it's perfectly acceptable for people to call them out on it being a dick. fucking. move.

[fandom-imagines]

Guardian Angel

Fandom: House of Wax

Pairing: Lester Sinclair x Reader

Words: >1k

Warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship (not Lester), violence.

“What is that smell?” A high-pitched voice asked, disgust evident in her tone.

A strong smell of something wafted through the air at the campsite where Y/N and the rest of her gang had decided to stay the night.

“I have no idea, Sarah,” Y/N sighed, blocking her nose to stop the smell from making her feel more nauseous than she already did; being with her ‘friends’ often had that effect on her.

The two were currently sharing a tent with Y/N’s boyfriend, Jake, which felt somewhat uncomfortable considering how much closer Sarah was to Jake, despite them supposedly being best friends and only that. It was strange to say the least, or to Y/N it was.

“Both of you need to get a grip, it isn’t that bad.” Jake interrupted their gagging to complain as usual.

“Says the guy that works with shit for a living,” Sarah joked, something that caused Y/N to visibly tense.

If she had made that joke it would have ended up physical.

Jake simply laughed.

*

The smell, once again, drifted through the air, a sickening feeling rising once again in Y/N’s stomach. Instead of doing the typical thing of leaving, she instead decided to follow the scent.

“What the-“ she whispered to herself upon discovering a roadkill pit, the others who had been following her gagging in disgust.

“What is that?” Sarah asked, pointing towards a hand that was poking out from the pile. “Oh my god…”

Before anyone could form a coherent reply, a truck pulled up to the pile, a dead animal of some sorts tossed in the back, presumably ready to be tossed into the pile along with the others.

“What the fuck is that?” Jake yelled at the man who hadn’t noticed the group yet. “Hey! Answer me!”

“Jake, calm down.” Y/N whispered, lightly placing a hand on his arm only to have it caught between Jakes hand, a bruising grip causing her to wince. “Sorry.”

“Oh,” the driver of the truck wandered over the roadkill without a care in the world, lightly tugging the hand much to the shock of everyone. Or at least until the hand popped off and the man began laughing. “Anyone need a hand?”

Whilst the others wordlessly stared at the man, an amused smile covered Y/N’s lips, much to the driver’s happiness who gladly grinned back at her before explaining the situation.

“Excuse me,” the Y/H/C-haired girl called towards the man. “I don’t suppose you know if there’s a gas station around here? I just don’t have enough gas to get home,” a small frown replaced the smile it once held at the thought of having to drive home alone, once again, because everyone else was piled into another car: Jakes car.

“Yeah, there’s one just fifteen miles away in Ambrose, I can drive ya if you’d like?”

“That’d be great! If you don’t mind that is,”

“Not at all,”

Their interaction was cut short as Jake pushed her towards the man, “Off you go, none of us are going with you and this creep,” he said, staring towards Lester with an annoyed look, not bothering to lower his voice so he couldn’t hear it.

“Fine,” came Y/N’s simple response before she hopped onto the roadkill, only landing upright because of the kind man’s hand steadying her. “Thank you.”

“Names Lester by the way,” he introduced himself as he led the girl towards his truck, the others long gone by now.

“Y/N,” she said with a smile, gladly shaking his hand.

“Pleasure to meet ya,” he grinned back, opening the door for her before hopping in the other side.

*

“I’m sorry about Jake,” was the first thing she said as they began their journey to Ambrose. “I’d say he’s not usually like that, but that would be a lie.”

Lester chuckled slightly, gaze darting towards her for a moment before glanding back at the road.

“I’m used to it, don’t worry.”

“You shouldn’t be, you seem nice. I mean, not only did you offer to help me but you’re being nice to me, even after what he did!”

“I could never hurt anyone, Y/N,” he chuckled.

The two continued their drive in light chatter, both genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

“Hey, is that a knife?” Y/N asked upon spotting something in a holster of Lester’s pants.

“Yeah! You like knives?” And with that he lifted the knife from his pocket and stabbed it into the dashboard, genuinely shocked when Y/N didn’t flinch.

“I do! Mind if I have a look?”

“Go right ahead,”

Lester watched her from the corner of his eye with a slight smile as she gently grasped the knife, yanking it out and examining it further with a huge smile on her face.

“I love anything scary and dangerous,” she explained. “Sorry, that actually sounds quite weird.”

“Not at all, my brothers are worse.” He grinned. “We’re almost there,”

A sad smile replaced the once happy one as she handed Lester his knife back. “But you’re so cool,” she said with a pout, once that made him feel guilty about where he was leading her.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, Y/N.”

“I hope so, Lester.”

*

“Are you going to hurt me?” Y/N winced as she hit the ground beneath Bo.

“Afraid not Darl, guess you’ve got a guardian angel out there. My brother being that.” Bo rolled his eyes, offering the girl an, albeit reluctant, hand.

“Lester?” She asked in shock. “I mean, you killed my friends so why not me?”

“Guess he likes you,”