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cherrybombfangirl · 10 months ago

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I see Autistic/ADHD Lloyd headcanons all the time, but none for his parents which is weird because both ADHD and Autism are genetic. So lets fix that, and during Autism Awareness month no less, yay, #RedInstead bitches!

Autistic Garmadon and ADHD Misako Headcanons (for Autism Month!)

Misako hate is not welcome, we don't do that here, you will be blocked. Autistic Misako headcanons are welcome, I love you if you have that headcanon :). I'm autistic and adhd, so a lot of these will be based on my experience, and I'll try to keep it mostly fluff headcanons, featuring a little bit of Lloyd's autism and adhd <3

Autistic Garmadon

He and Lloyd share a lot of the same autistic traits

Like how if you distrupt the routine or there's a change in established plans both of them will start getting anxious and irritated

You don't distrupt the routine! Stick to the schedule damn it-

Or how both of them CANNOT stand bright lights, never turn on the overhead light, lamps and low lights only. and only predictable/controlled loud noises like music is ok, other loud noises bad

Also they both auditory stim ALL the time. Same song on repeat for days until the new favorite comes along, and they have the same taste in music (rock and punk), so while working on stuff or training one on one they'll blast the same song on repeat

Also both of them are hyperempathetic and get emotional very easily. Hence why they're a lot more emotional and open around each other

Also the Pathological Demand Avoidance is VERY STRONG with both of them. tell them to do something and they'll immediately dread and despite that thing and that thing is the last thing they want to do. (i.e. *is about to go do the dishes* "Hey can you do the dishes?" ... "I was about to. Even wanted to. Now I hate them and that's the last thing I want to do. Thanks for that. Fuck you.")

Both of them also have a very hard time unmasking (for different but similar reasons of how their childhood was), and get exhausted and burnt out fast. Luckily being around each other helps them unmask a bit easier

Garmadon loves Mac-n-Cheese, he'd eat just that for the rest of his life if he could. But only Misako's recipe, all other Mac-n-Cheese tastes WRONG (Lloyd also loves Mac-n-Cheese, but only his mom's recipe)

Sometimes he straight up forgets to talk. Like, he doesn't need to, he doesn't like talking to people, and he just... forgets that he has the ability to talk. So sometimes he might go a while without talking, thinking nothing of it. Then he'll vocal stim or use his voice and shock himself a little because oh shit i forgot i have a voice-

He hid it for a while because he thought it was embarrassing, but he has a huge special interest in sharks, and he is the number one shark defender, he could talk about them for hours (his favorite species is the Lemon Shark and Cookiecutter Shark <3).

^After he starts unmasking a bit he starting being a bit more open about it as well, and that year for his birthday Misako gets him a shark onsie. He just about melts, immediately puts it on, and wears it almost every night. (She thinks its adorable)

For a really long time, he thought the things he was experiencing were a side effect of being part dragon/oni, but then Wu told him "I don't experience any of that, sorry." and then he thought it was a side effect of the venom, but then after the Final Battle it was gone AND HE WAS STILL EXPERIENCING ALL THESE TRAITS, so he couldn't figure out wtf was wrong with him

^Misako was like "Idk sounds normal to me *shrug*" (She has ADHD, of course it sounds normal to her XD)

Lloyd knew he was autistic and adhd for a while because of the other ninja, who were also varying neurodivergencies. When he told his parents about it, they both didn't think anything of it because they didn't know it was genetic yet.

Then Garmadon found out it was genetic and was like "No... me? No way... I'm just an anxious introvert, there's no way."

Then he takes like ten different online assessment tests, and is like "Yeah, i knew it, i knew i wasn't autistic, those questions were worded dumb anyway. No I don't have a problem with socks, you see I have a system-"

And then Lloyd (who connected the dots once he found out autism was genetic) was like, "Dad... Dad... that- that is autistic... having a system for socks to avoid having problems with socks, avoiding places with loud noises and bright lights, and prefering to be by yourself or in silence is very autistic..."

Garmadon: "WHAT"

They figured out how to unmask and fuction as their authentic selves together and it's awesome

ADHD Misako

Similarly, she and Lloyd share a lot of ADHD traits

Like fidgeting, A LOT, always needing extra stimulation and needing to fidget. Usually with nail biting or lip chewing, until they learn less self destructive stims

They also hyperfixate in the same way. Both of them will get lost in the hyperfixation for hours, forgetting to eat, drink or sleep. until they try to stand up or someone reminds them. (Lloyd hyperfixates on comics the same way she hyperfixates on archeology)

Both of them have the worst sense of time and object perception. ("Oh yeah that project will only take fifteen minutes" *takes four hours*) (*losing track of important items and forgetting to eat ro drink water all the time*)

Rejection sensitive dysphoria is very strong for both of them, constantly worrying about annoying other people and being a burden, so they're people pleasers a lot and the slightest whiff of rejection sends them into a self hate spiral that can last for days or weeks (It took a very long time for her to get out of the self hate spiral after her and Lloyd meeting for the first time and him blowing up at her, which she thought she deserved for her huge mistake that she deeply regretted. Eventually they talked and Lloyd came to her and said she shouldn't hate herself forever, he wanted her to be his mom, and she could make up for it now. She still gets into that spiral sometimes.)

Also both of them zone out a lot. Sometimes many thoughts. Sometimes zero thoughts. Staring into space (they love car rides for this reason)

Both of them can be very all or nothing in a lot of things. No social interaction or all the social interaction. Doesn't talk at all or can't shut up. Constantly overshooting it.

Also due to the lack of object perception, both of them are kind of terrible at driving. They can't tell how far away the signs are until they're right in front of it, and are always taking turns that are way too big. Over or underestimating distance a lot. (Garmadon is a pretty terrible driver too, he gets overwhelmed easily). (Also Kai and Nya can confirm that teaching Lloyd to drive was a nightmare, Zane had to do it)

Always hyperfixating on something archeology/history related, she's a huge nerd and cycles through ten different topics (she was a weird kid that liked the morbid stuff in history). Usually dinosaurs, she's secretly obsessed with dinosaurs and hyperfixates on them all over again every other week. A lot of the time Garmadon has to remind her to eat or sleep because she'll be lost in hyperfixation for several hours.

Also has a lot of anxiety and has a hard time sitting still, always has to be moving or fidgeting with something in her hands

Similar to Garmadon, she didn't think anything of it when Lloyd told her he had ADHD, and when she found out it was genetic she thought, "No, it couldn't be me, I just have anxiety..."

She was in denial about it for a while, until Lloyd talked to her with Kai and Jay (Also ADHDers).

Kai asked, "Your teachers sent a lot of notes home about you being 'a pleasure to have in class' weren't you?"

Misako: "How the fuck did you know?"

Kai: "That was me before I had to drop out. I was the perfect little teacher's pet. So was Nya."

Misako sat there for a minute having a crisis because everything made sense now but also like no way, really?

She and Garmadon love talking about prehistoric sharks like the Megladon because that's where their interests intersect

^he also gets her dinosaur encyclopedias every year for her birthday and she loves it (they have diagrams of skeletons and fossils and stuff)

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hairmetal666 · 1 year ago

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Bing Crosby's voice warbles from a portable stereo propped up near the sink, singing about a white Christmas; red-ribboned garland lines the windows and door frame; small wreathes bedeck the cabinet doors; and Steve Harrington stands at the kitchen island.

He turns when he hears the slip of Eddie's socks on the tile, grin already blossoming across his face, and they're hugging before he really processes it happening. Steve mumbles, "it's good to see you, Ed," in his ear.

The hug is too tight and too long for what they are to each other now.

They break apart, Steve immediately turning back to the baked sugar cookies spread out on the island.

"Wanna help?" He asks.

Eddie sticks his hands in his back pocket, walks to stand next to his ex, his best friend, his--everything in the world that matters. "What are we making, Stevie?"

"Frosting sugar cookies. Think you can handle it?" He wiggles a pipping bag in Eddie's face.

"No way," Eddie says.

"Yeah, c'mon, you're a good artist."

"With like, pencils and shit. Not icing."

"You'll do great."

"You sure about that? Remember when--"

Steve snorts. "Oh, you mean the last time you tried to bake, and I had to mop chocolate batter off my ceiling? And I found dried splatters of it for months? Yeah. I remember."

Eddie hides his laugh in a cough. "Sorry?"

He wanted to bake a cake for Steve's birthday, back when they were together, made a mess instead. Steve had just laughed and kissed him, started cleaning.

Their relationship started out hot and heavy in the months after Vecna. They got caught up in it, threw themselves headfirst into the kind of love that sucks you under, turns you inside out, leaves you with nothing. It ended, like it was always going to, when Eddie couldn't get out from under the shadow of his own self-loathing. Terrified he was fucking everything up, he packed his bags and left in the dead of night.

They're older now, though. More settled. The trauma softened by time.

"Coffee?" Steve asks.

"Please."

Steve gets it brewing, pours a couple mugs, adds the cream and sugar just like Eddie likes. Of course.

They ice cookies--and okay, Eddie's not so bad at it--and they chat and it's good. Nice. Two old friends catching up.

"Hey," Steve says.

Eddie looks over, would never not when it's Steve asking. The man in questions smiles at him, big and guileless, which is all the warning Eddie needs. He doesn't quite manage to duck in time, and Steve swipes frosting covered fingers across his face. He makes a pained noise, an injured little squeak, that has Steve in hysterics.

"Steve!" He shrieks.

The culprit is doubled-over, clinging to the countertop to stay on his feet, shaking with laughter.

"You--you," Steve half-sobs. "The look on your face!"

Eddie grabs a mostly fully piping bag. "You're gonna get it, Harrington."

"No--no," Steve darts sideways. "This sweater is dry clean only!"

"Should have thought of that." Eddie manages to smear frosting across Steve's wrist. "No one actually uses the dry cleaner, anyway."

They tussle around the island, giggling and shouting. He finally manages to catch Steve, drawing lines of icing over his face to the sounds of spasming giggles.

"Okay, okay," Steve says. His chest visibly heaves from exertion. "We should clean up."

Eddie shrugs. "You brought it on yourself."

"Yeah, yeah. Here." Steve hands him a wet towel and they spend the next few minutes smearing frosting off their faces.

He tosses his red and green smeared towel into the sink. "Happy with yourself?"

"Uh-huh, yeah--Oh, you've got a little--" Steve points towards Eddie's chin.

"Here?" Eddie wipes haphazardly at his face.

"No, it's--Can I?"

Eddie nods and then Steve is pressing his index finger to the corner of Eddie's bottom lip, gently swiping. Their eyes lock and there's nothing else in the room.

"Got it," Steve whispers. He doesn't pull his finger away.

"Thank you." Eddie's not sure anything but air comes out.

Steve's eyes dip down, fixing on Eddie's mouth and the spot his own fingers rest.

Eddie thinks he might die.

On the other side of the house, there's the sound of a door closing, the thud of approaching feet.

Steve pushes away, grabs a cookie and a piping bag.

Eddie has a few seconds to settle himself, figure out how to breathe. He's barely calm when Mark's deep voice rumbles through the kitchen, "Hey, babe. How's the baking?"

"Good," Steve says. "Work okay?"

He can't be rude, has toacknowledge that Mark is here, in the room, co-owner of the house.

"The usual." Steve and Mark smile at each other, soft and intimate.

When they kiss, Eddie drops his eyes.

"Eddie! Good to see you, my man!" Mark says, wrapping him in a loose hug.

Eddie pats his back, says, "Been awhile."

"Yeah, you should come around more often. Know Steve here would love to see you. Guess LA is keeping you busy."

"Guess so," Eddie agrees.

He's desperate to get out of here, dying for a break, to blot their easy intimacy out of his brain. "I--uh, think I need a cigarette break. I'll be back in a minute."

"Don't take too long," Steve says. He doesn't look away from Mark, so Eddie doesn't bother answering.

He steps out the back, cigarette and Bic already in his hands, lights it before the door is back in the frame.

Hours later, he slips out to the front porch, this time for a second to breathe. Even outside, he can hear Mike and Dustin yelling, the girls chiming in, Joyce and Hopper and Wayne laughing, "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree" blasting.

He walks to the side of the house, steps stuttering in the snow when he sees the glowing ember of a lit cigarette.

"Eddie?" Steve asks. "Need a smoke?"

"Nope, just wanted to clear my head." His heart thuds loud enough he's sure Steve can hear.

There's a beat, only a second or two, before the cigarette falls to the snow with a soft sizzle and Steve's hands are bunched in his shirt.

The kiss is hot, hard, desperate. His fingers dig into Steve's hair, pulling tight.

"Baby, baby," Steve murmurs, their mouths not even parted. "I missed you so much."

Eddie whimpers, clings tighter. "I know, sweetheart. I know, but we promised--"

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I just--"

"Stevie." His thumbs caress the planes of Steve's face. "I can't do this anymore. We said--"

"I know, I know. But I can't stop thinking about you. It's all the time. I miss you so bad that it hurts. Right here in my chest. And fuck--I lo--"

"You don't," Eddie says. Vision obscured with tears.

"I do," Steve's fingers grip around him tighter. "I always have. I never stopped. I thought you--I thought--"

"Steve?" Robin's voice calls into the night.

They let their hands drop away from each other, step apart so they're no longer entwined.

"Be right there, Rob," Steve says.

Eddie lights another cigarette. "You should go in," he says.

"Yeah." Steve nods, won't look in Eddie's direction. "Merry Christmas," he says, walks back toward the house.

He thunks his head against the red-brick of the house, staring up at the gleaming white lights lining the edge of the roof, finally letting the tears fall.

"Merry-fucking-Christmas," he echoes.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ficlet #angst #no happy ending #christmas #mutual pining #lovers to best friends #flirting #christmas angst #i guess my brand is sad christmas fics i don't know why i'm like this #cheating #affair #past breakup #heartbreak #there is cookie frosting fluff though that should count for something

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tolerateit · 1 year ago

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Put this down as the fastest this government has agreed on anything. It only took a day, and they agreed to change the laws to get off easy despite cancer patients dying from the shit they've been pulling. It's basically a two party system but both parties are two sides of the same coin, so they gotta protect each other at the expense of the rest of the country and its citizens.

Anyway, I'm so so so sick of this and all the other updates I've shared with you so I'm just gonna say it, this is MK. In a European shithole that's been trying to join the EU for like two decades now. Funny, right? The EU has laws and regulations and shit like this will (hopefully?) not fly. I think changing this law might be the last straw, so they can make the last necessary changes to the constitution next year after elections and we can finally join. Hundreds of thousands have been migrating away in the last decade because it's such a shithole. The moment we join, this place will pretty much empty out and honestly, it's what these politicians deserve. Not to have anyone even picking up their shit. Literally. Should hopefully happen in a few more years although at this rate, everyone might leave even before then.

TO THINK I used to dream about working in politics and diplomacy and fixing this country up! And pursuing world fucking peace?! You know what I had back then? The audacity lmao

I grew up and realized I don't wanna ass kiss any one of these rotten walnuts for brains to do anything in life, and I certainly don't want to take part in their various criminal activities (which are mandatory if you do join, and joining is mandatory to get pretty much any job here. Or even open up your own business, because they'll find a way to shut you down if you don't help them out in whatever way they see fit).

Like, can you even grasp that I only have digestive issues with the dairy products here, but I'm perfectly fine whenever I consume any of them outside of the country? I certainly can't, like what's the difference? what are they putting in it here that's making me ill? God knows what's in the rest of the food at this point.

I made a meme a few years ago, we had our own situation of a model on stage saying the country's name in a funny way like that girl did with France. I saved a screenshot of it and captioned it with the name and everything because it was funny. I've now been using it as a reaction pic on a daily basis. Any time anyone tells me anything negative, I'm like, you know what, yes that sucks, but you know what else? That's just how things are here and nothing and no one can change them, and then show them the meme. At least it gets a smile in any shitty situation.

I was wondering why it's this specific event that's triggered me so much and I found out after hearing the news about the law. My husband's been having health issues all year. It took over 30 doctors and exams and god knows what else just to get an official diagnosis. A bunch of devices for exams haven't been working for months, all across the country no less, so you gotta pay out of pocket at a private clinic that has a working one. All this because most of the good doctors have already left. And you also gotta pay out of pocket at those private clinics to talk to doctors now too, because if there are any good ones left, they're working there because it's less stressful and operates better post covid. And pays a bit more, but mostly it functions better. Thank god we've been able to afford it (freelance ftw!) There were three good ones in that process: the one that recommended the last one, an unrelated one that said your issues aren't from this organ, you can be 100% sure of that, and that last one that gave the diagnosis. And we know it's correct because I haven't seen a single complaint about that doctor on any forum. I don't think all the others we went to really even have brains, someone must have finished their schools for them given what they said and recommended. And I know that much with my degree in English. But imagine being so horrible that you literally let patients die so you can make more money?! When most of them are already poor so they resort to selling everything they own just for the chance to spend more time with their loved ones?! And you're already in one of the highest paid fields here?! On top of everything, people can't even speak up or out about it because corruption and politics run so deep they immediately threaten job loss for you and your family too. I wanna set this place on [redacted] and watch the aftermath calmly as they did to a makeshift covid hospital a couple of years ago. And I mean that literally. That's a whole other story where "no one is at fault" because they can play it that way.

God I hope this is the last time I send you one of these. But I already read some superficial reports earlier today of new fucked up issues being uncovered so I guess no dice. I hope someone protects the journalists, if this keeps going on they'll have it worse because evidence shows these politicians aren't above literal murder to get their way.

sorry for clogging up your ask box with all this, and as I always appreciate you for listening <3

you don't have to apologize at all, it is of course infuriating that these things continue to happen all across the world but it is so important that people stay angry about them! And talk about them!!! Health especially is such an important domain to navigate because it puts SO MANY lives at risk I hate that this is happening

#you ask for the tab*#MK

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rglsrctrsblck · 2 years ago

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✨i would've made such a lovely bride (but he'll patch up the tapestry that i shred)✨

part iii : the letter, 31st of July 2023

Deerest James Fleamont,

We miss you. You just... up and left without a goodbye and now here I am writing you a letter after Evan told me he ran into you in a Dive bar. A DIVE BAR, JAMES! What on earth were you even doing there? Not looking to shag someone, I'd hope. I know you're not that kind of person. It's just... it's been a year, Prongs. A year. We lost you, we thought you were dead for a year until Evan found you. I hope Greece treated you well? Evan said you looked healthy. Until you froze and ran from him. But that's okay. It's okay, Prongs. Even with a year, you still need your space.

We really just did miss you. We still do. I still do.

I hope you're healthy. Are you eating enough? Do they make pistachio croissant the way you love them? What about the orange muffins? And the tea?

I miss cooking with you, if it isn't obvious.

Things have been... well, they haven't been easy. While you were gone, I mean. Regulus is... god, Reggie was so miserable, Prongs. He kept blaming himself. Said you had a fight moments before the accident and how he wouldn't ever be able to forgive himself if you ever did.. if we ever did lose you that night. He cried in relief when Evan told us you were alive and well. Lily was a bit mad at you but she was mostly relieved. We all did mourn you. Pandora said she knew you were alive before Evan found you. However she did that, I'll never know. But I'm glad she was right. Even Marlene and Dorcas seemed happy that you were alive. Regulus' friends? They're from uni. Mary seemed happy because Lily finally was. Said she wanted to meet you in person.

Peter was a bit mad at you for leaving. I was too, for a while. I think we shared the feeling of being betrayed in a way. But I can hear him say he's been missing you lately. He would've booked the closest flight to Greece the moment Evan told us the news if he hadn't been stopped by Regulus. Even after all these months, he still knew how you needed your distance, especially since Evan found you.

We still do, those that were closest to you. I do hope that you'll tell me one day where you've visited. I'd love to hear all about it.

What else did you miss? Let's see, I've um.. I've decided to enroll again. Study a different course. I knew you'd be the first to tell me how proud you were. Regulus bought a house next to me. Like, literally next to me. I guess that's the good thing about fixing our relationship as siblings. Everyone else lives down by the block. Oh! Minnie visited a few days ago asking about you. Apparently she has a niece that recognised you from one of the photos in her own home and said that you went to the café she worked at often. You always ordered the same thing. She loved that. Andy and Bella and Cissa said hi, by the way.

I miss you. I miss you every day, Prongs. I wish you were here. But I know why you can't. Which is why I'm incredibly guilty even writing this letter.

You, me and Regulus all made promises to each other when we were fifteen. We were all in love. You and Regulus were getting to know each other better and I was... probably crushing over someone I thought I'd marry then. We were happy.

We made promises that we'd be each other's best men or maid in honour once we got married. Yes, even you and Regulus promised. If I remember correctly, Regulus wanted to do a blood pact. I brushed the idea off pretty quickly. But yeah, we made those promises. I remember you being surprised that Regulus agreed but I think you knew then that even perfect relationships wouldn't last. No matter how long it was.

I never thought the day would come that you'd be right.

You have to understand, Reggie mourned you for months. He wouldn't talk, wouldn't eat much unless I was with him, he never went out. He couldn't even go outside when we went home to France because everything reminded him of you. But someone was there. He met someone who helped him heal. It wasn't even his intention to ever date Regulus, he only promised to help him heal from the pain, but.. Regulus talked with me. He made sure to talk with me first before anything. He asked me if I thought that you wouldn't consider it cheating if he was... if he was falling for someone else. I told him that I believed you would understand and support him. I knew it in myself that you would. I loved you for that, more than you know.

He told me he was scared. That he could lose him the way he lost you and he wouldn't be able to deal with that again. But then he didn't.

Barty was... is.. the best thing that's ever happened to him since you. He took care of Reggie and never rushed him, never raised his voice at him, always put him above everyone and himself. I actually cried one night thinking he was a ghost of you. They made a beautiful couple much like you and Reggie did. And he loved Reggie well.

Reggie talked to him about the ring you had designed if you two ever got married... said that he wanted it tattooed as a reminder of who you were. He even wanted antlers on his hips. Barty of course simply supported him, but.. he asked me. He talked with me and asked for the permission to have the ring. I knew then that he was planning on proposing to my brother. I told him to love Regulus well and never let him suffer the same heartbreak he suffered from your absence. He made a vow.

Regulus was happy that night. What broke him was the ring you designed come to a reality. It was beautiful. And it hadn't been a diamond that was there, no the diamonds surrounded the stone.

It was yours. The stone in the middle of the ring was yours.

And just like that, Evan called us in a rush to say that you were alive. That you were alive and well and perfectly fine and real and I... I was so, so angry, Prongs. So angry that you ran from us. So angry that you had us thinking you were dead. But fuck, I felt so relieved. I wanted to book a flight to get to you, we all did. Regulus fought Evan with all his might. But he knew you weren't ready. So we had to let you be.

But Regulus remembered the promise we all made. He came to me a few nights ago in tears with Barty in tow, taking his seat on the single-seater by the door to give us space. He remembered the promise we made all those years ago and wondered if you were still going to keep it. We weren't sure.

So, this is me asking you if you still remembered it. And if you wanted to be Regulus' best man?

I'm sorry I had to ask you this way. But I knew you. You would've been heartbroken if I hadn't asked you at all.

So... will you? Be his best man?

I hope you will. He misses you so, so much, Prongs. So much.

I miss you.

With love,

S.O.B.

#marauders

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

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GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟐𝐤+

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲? 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐉 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞?

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬...

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Let's go back to the summer night

When we met eyes, it's like a movie line

Kissin' underneath the city lights

The Outer Banks movie night was and still is one of the oldest tradition of your town. It's one of the few occasions where kooks and pogues are peacefully reunited. Just like last year, when your family had moved in the neighborhood between Figure Eight and the Cut, you are joyfully attending the movie night presentation which has the 60's for theme. It’s a decade that has always fascinated you, whether it is for the colourful fashion, the music of the King or the golden years of your idol and role model Audrey Hepburn.

“The first movie is Grease!” Your best friend Tara joyfully says as she sits next to you on the blanket with the presentation leaflet in her hand.

“It doesn't even take place in the '60s!” You exclaim, a little bit offended.

"Doesn't matter, it's a good movie."

"Plus, John Travolta is hot as hell." Adds Ashley, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Who's hot as hell? Me?"

Kelce, as usual, makes you and the two girls burst out laughing with his casual comments. You met him a few weeks ago after Ashley finally decided to introduce you to her boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for a few months already, but she was afraid you wouldn't like her boyfriend, knowing your mistrust of the people of Figure Eight. At first, you had found him pretentious and boastful, like most kooks, but after a few hours of talking and getting to know him, your first impression was all gone.

"Are the boys coming?" Ashley asks in the ear of Kelce to keep you and Tara from hearing, but it's a total loss; the girl is the worst whisperer ever.

"What boys?" You ask, curious.

"Oh, um, I asked Kelce to invite Rafe and Topper so you wouldn't be the third wheel, you know.

"Ashley!" You and Tara both scream at the same time. "You need to stop this!"

“Stop what?”

"Stop pretending to be Cupid!" You shoutback, rolling your eyes.

"I promise you, girls, they're super nice and perfect for both of you!"

"Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it." You answer, still sceptical, before getting up. “I'm gonna go get some popcorn.”

The waiting line is not very long, it is mainly children in need of sugar who are impatient to buy their cotton candy with their little coupons given by a bored woman at the entrance. You giggle at the sight of a young boy whose face is covered by the pink sticky candy. It goes all the way up to his hair and you can't help but think of his poor parents who will have to clean everything up before putting him to bed tonight.

"What are you laughing at?"

The voice belongs to a boy on your right who looks a few years older than you. He's got light brown hair that are mostly covered by a backward cap. His bluish gaze details your face, causing you to blush a little. You cannot deny that he is good looking.

“I was laughing at the little boy right there." You answer him by discreetly pointing the boy.

A smile that would make any girl fall slips into the corners of his lips.

"He looks funny."

You smile in response and walk up to the order booth, purchasing three bags of popcorn for you and your friends.

"I guess I'll see you around." You say to the blue eyed guy when you turn back around.

“I hope so." He winks.

You go back to where your friends are sitting on the grass, unable to repress the stupid smile on your lips. You soon realize your place is taken by a young man with brown hair, obviously one of Kelce's friends.

“Y/n, that’s Topper.” Tara introduces you and you can see the stars shining in her eyes when she looks at the boy.

Looks like someone's already found their prey, you think without saying a word to avoid ruining your friend's chances with him.

“Nice to meet you, Ashley's told us a lot about you.” He says with a nice smile.

"Oh, I have no doubt, she can't keep her mouth shut, can she?"

Ashley tries to hit you, but you duck and laugh at her until you bump into something hard. You look up to meet two familiar blue eyes.

“We're already bumping into each other. Took less time than I thought.” He says before you take a step back, feeling his arm sliding on your hip.

You didn't even realize he had wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you from losing your balance.

“Rafe, you know Y/n?" Kelce asks the boy.

“I met her in the waiting line.” He responds before bringing his gaze back to you. "I didn't know you were a friend of Ashley's."

“And I didn’t know you were a friend of Kelce.”

"Well, don't just stand there, the movie's about to start! Ashley exclaims. "Here, there's two more places on this blanket."

“What a coincidence.” He whispers to your ear with a smile as you sit cross-legged next to him.

You laugh, subtlety has never been your friend's strength. Rafe lies down on his back, standing on his elbows to see the giant screen. The familiar music from the beginning of Grease echoes through the loudspeakers, silencing the spectators. You can't help but observe the boy on your right. The sleeves of his sweater that fit his biceps perfectly, the little strand of rebellious hair that keeps falling out in front of his eyes even though he puts it back in place every time, the cheeky smile at the corner of his lips as he thinks he's stealing a popcorn from you without you realizing it.

As Dany and Sandy are rocking on the dance floor, you feel a hand on your thigh. With his eyes still fixed on the screen, Rafe pretends not to pay attention to you even though he knows very well that your eyes are on him.

You take a sight at your two friends who are in an intense make-out session with their boys.

"Looks like we're the only decent ones." Rafe whispers to you, making you giggle.

"Or the only stuck-up ones." You add with a mocking smile.

"Did you really just call me uptight?" He asks pretending to be offended by your comment.

“Maybe.”

"Well, I'm gonna prove you wrong."

His hand slips into the back of your neck and he gently makes your head lean down towards him. Your lips press down on his; they are soft and taste like salted butter. His fingertips gently brushes your skin at the back of your neck as you rest on of your hand on his arm, sending shiver through your spine. He amplifies the kiss by sliding his tongue against yours, tasting every part of your mouth as if it was an exquisite desert. Your lips move at the same rhythm, attacking the other in order to taste them more and more. You separate, lips swelled and glossy.

“Still uptight in your opinion?"

“Hmm, I'm still not completely convinced. I think I need another demonstration." You tease Rafe and he pulls you back to him with a mocking smile on his lips.

But now you're laying in another guy's arms

'Cause I'm all gone

But when you look in his eyes

Do you think of mine?

And when you look at that smile

Do I cross your mind?

I know in your head

You see me instead

It would have made a year today. A year that you would have been happy together if he hadn't chosen to spend the night in your bed with another girl five months ago. A tear slides down your cheek as you look back on all your beautiful moments. The first time he told you he loved you, the time you took a road trip on a whim, the first time you went further than a kiss; it all went up in smoke when you opened the door to his room and saw him over a woman's body that wasn't yours. You remember very well how you felt your heart being ripped out when you saw his shocked face when he heard your angry screams mixed with the moaning of the blonde girl he was fucking in your bed.

"Babe, are you ready to go?" Will asks you from your room.

"Yeah yeah, just give me a sec." You wipe the tears off your cheeks and sigh at the reflection of yourself in the bathroom mirror before instinctively grabbing your coconut lip balm; Rafe's favorite one.

Electronic-style music can be heard all the way to the end of the boneyard, the place of choice for kegger parties. Like all parties organized by John B and his crew, this one is a complete success. You're sitting on a log, your head resting on Will's shoulder as he gently runs his hand over your back. He's literally an angel fallen from heaven. You met two weeks after your catastrophic breakup with Rafe. You were a mess, dressed in your oldest clothes. Your parents had forced you to go out, as they couldn't bear to see you moping in bed listening to Grease over and over again. You were a few blocks away from your house when you saw him kneeling on the sidewalk next to a little girl who had most likely just fallen off her pink bicycle. Your heart had melted when you saw him holding the little girl in his arms to comfort her, rubbing his hand on her back. Your gazes had crossed and he had smiled at you, making you blush up to your ears. Three months later, here you are together and happier than ever, at least, in his mind.

"Babe, I'm gonna go get another drink." You kiss him on the cheek before you get up.

You sneak among the bodies that sway on the sand to the rhythm of the music. As you are about to reach the keg where JJ is, a hand closes on your wrist and pulls you towards the wood without you having time to react. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet his, filled with rage.

"What the fuck Rafe?!" You shout to the boy who just let you go of his grip.

"I see you found a good rebound." He tells you, completely ignoring your question.

"He's not a rebound; he's my boyfriend."

Rafe lets out a fake laugh as you cross your arms and defy his gaze.

"Yeah, sure. I bet you still think about me when he fucks you."

You sigh heavily, not even surprised by his comment. Rafe was always straightforward and harsh during your arguments and that doesn't seem to have changed.

"Just to remind you, you're the one who cheated on me!” You snap back to him.

He says nothing, furiously running his hand through his tousled hair despite the gel. He had stopped wearing gel when you were together after you told him you loved his messy hair. His nostrils swell under his heavy breathing.

"We don't know what to say, do we, Mr. Cameron?" You toss to him before you start to walk away, but you are stopped by his hands grasping your hips. He quickly turns you over, colliding your bodies together while his lips crash hard against yours. You try to step back, to be reasonable, but the alcohol in your blood and the familiar smell of his cologne keep you from doing so. Your thoughts are clouded by his soft lips brushing against yours, you missed it, you missed him. His hands pulls you closer to him, you could feel the air being knocked from your lungs. The feeling of his tongue tugging on your lips make you moan and you can feel the cocky smirk on his lips. He doesn’t even wait for you to grant him access and slides his tongue in your mouth to meet yours. Realizing what you're doing, you push him away. The guilt overwhelms you as you think about Will who’s inevitably wondering where you've been all this time.

"It-it was a mistake." You breath out before walking away from him.

"We both know it wasn't, Y/n. Stop lying to yourself!" You hear him shouting at you, but you do not turn around, not wanting him to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

And I'll admit that I sometimes, maybe, might

Think about you at night, well, almost every night

No matter how I try to hide

And erase you from my mind

I'm dying

To find a lookalike

The thin black fabric of your dress adjusts to your every curve up to your mid-thighs. The long sleeves are made of a partially transparent and you are wearing a pair of high heels in the same color as your dress.

"It looks like you're on your way to a funeral." Your mother notices when she sees you walking down the stairs.

"Well, it kind of is a funeral; you know I hate formal thing." You sigh on your way to your dad's car.

"I know, sweetie, but it's an important moment for you father."

"Don't worry, I'll be a good girl." You smile to her as she close the car door.

When you arrive at the house, you’re not surprised to see an array of cars, each one more expensive than the next; the people in Figure Eight have no notion of excess spending, especially when it comes to the price of a car. Your heart beats at full speed when you set foot in the garden of the Johnsons, one of the most influential families on the island and whose father is Ward Cameron's good friend. It's been a year and a half since you and Rafe broke up and four months since you left Will. You couldn't keep lying to him about your feelings, he was the sweetest guy you'd ever been with, but you didn't love him. The breakup was handled in a mature way and you're still on good terms.

"Y/n! You're so pretty my girl!" Ashley's voice takes you out of your thoughts as she hugs you.

"Look at you! You're stunning! I bet Kelce will be speechless when he sees you.”

"This is the goal I'm aiming for." She winks at you and grabs your hand, a more serious look on her face." You feel okay seeing Rafe again? If not, Tara and I can sit at a different table with you, Kelce and Topper will understand."

"No no, I'm not going to ruin your Midsummers because of my love stories. I'm a big girl and I can tolerate Rafe for one night." You assure her with a smile.

"Great! Come on, let's go find Tara."

You missed Topper and Kelce, they've been making you laugh ever since you sat with them at the table. There's no sign of Rafe yet, and that's perfect. You still get a twinge in your heart when you see the way Topper looks at Tara with stars in his eyes or when Ashley tenderly kisses Kelce. You miss it. As you take a sip of water, you spit it out almost instantly when you see him on the porch; not alone.

He is wearing a grey suit matching with a white shirt of which he has unbuttoned the first two buttons. His hair is straightened backwards, it's grown a little longer since the last time you saw him. It's not so much his presence that makes you freeze, but rather the girl who’s standing beside him, her arm hooked to his; she looks exactly like you. You don't seem to be the only one who's noticed it by the questioning looks on Tara and Ashley's faces. Hand in hand, they make their way to your table and you don't deign to look up when they sit at the other end of the table near Kelce. You can't help but feel your chest tightening when he introduces Megan, the girl, as his girlfriend. Ashley clearly saw the change of expression on your face since she stands up and pats you on the shoulder.

"I have to go to the toilet, will you come with me?"

You nod and get up, thanking her with a glance as you walk away from the table where the so-called girlfriend of Rafe literally devours his face.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, if I'd known he was bringing a girl, I wouldn't have told you to sit with us." Ashley apologizes while you sit on the bed in the guest room with your face in your hands.

"You couldn't have known he was going to bring my long-lost twin." You sarcastically say.

"She's literally your lookalike."

"I don't know whether to take it right or wrong."

"I don't know either." She exhales and hugs you tightly. "I'm gonna go back to the table, but stay here and take your time and join us after."

You let yourself fall on your back on the cozy bed when Ashley close the door behind her and you let out a long sigh. You never thought that seeing Rafe with another girl would upset you so much, considering you've been broken up for over a year. With your eyes still closed, you don't react when you hear the door open again, being certain that it's Tara who comes to see if you're alright.

"I'm fine Tara, don't worry about me." You whisper as you feel the mattress collapses to your left.

She doesn't say anything, which surprises you a little, but you still don't open your eyes, being sure that tears will flow if you do. You then feel a hand resting on your belly and a face close to your ear where a deep voice sends shiver through your body.

"I'm not Tara."

"What the-." You start, but you're quickly cut off by his lips crashing down on yours to shut you up.

These lips, you could recognize them out of a thousand. Pulpy, a bit harsh and so skillful. His hands are grabbing your hips, almost too firmly.

"Did you really think you could wear that dress in front of me and I wouldn't do anything about it?" Rafe groans, pulling slightly away from you.

"I'm not wearing this dress for you." You manage to say, out of breath.

"You're lying, baby girl." He looks deep into your eyes in a way that keeps you from staying sane. “I can't control myself when I see you in such a tight piece of clothes.”

He moves his hand up to your thigh, stopping when his fingers reach the hem of your dress. Goosebumps are covering your skin. You're paralyzed; you want to feel him touch you like he used to do. A smirk makes his way to the corner of his lips when he feels you squirm as his hand slowly lift up your dress. He lays his fingers over your core still covered by the thin fabric, applying a little pressure on your clit.

"I bet you've never been this wet for Will." He whisper to your ear with his deep voice.

His wet lips drop into the hollow of your neck, sucking and biting your burning skin. You can't contain your moans when he blows on a sensitive spot that he previously licked.

"I'm gonna drive you wild, baby girl." He rubs his palm over your covered core, focusing particularly and painfully on your ball of nerves. As you squirm under him, the bottom of your dress comes up, revealing your wet womanhood to him.

"You're not wearing panties? Naughty girl."

His fingers slip easily between your dripping velvet slits as he bite your lower lip, making you whine. He adds pressure to your clit and you close your eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure running through your body. He lifts up your dress until it covers only your chest, your naked belly now at the mercy of his lips. His tongue sensually draws a line from the top of your belly to the upper part of your core, tickling you a little. You try to buck your hips up but he pins them firmly on the bed.

“I’m the one in control, baby girl.” He says and you nod.

“Please, Rafe.” You breath out.

“Please what, princess?”

“Make me feel good.”

The color of his eyes changes, becoming a darker blue. He pushes your legs wide open, dipping his head between them. The feeling of his tongue between your folds makes you see stars; he was the best at this and he was proudly aware of it.

“Fuck Rafe.” You moan as his lips start to suck your bundle of nerves. You can feel him smirk while he slams his index and middle fingers into you without losing focus on your clit. The familiar knot in your lower stomach grows as he pumps faster and replace his mouth with his thumb and start to making eight figure shape on your swollen bundle of nerves.

“R-Rafe, I’m cumming!” You cry and he moves his lips back onto your core as your ride your orgasm.

“Mmm, you taste like heaven.” Rafe hums on your sensible folds while your legs are still shaking from how hard he just made you cum. He licks his fingers without breaking your gaze.

Kneeling on the bed between your legs as you sit yourself, he let his eager eyes running through your half-naked body. He grabs the hem of your dress, mumbling a ‘we gotta take this off’ as he pass it over your head. Before he has time to do so, you unbutton his shirt and put your lips on his chest to mark it with a hickey like you used to do all the time. You unbuckle his black pants, pulling them down with his boxers. His hard cock springs out, pre-cum dripping from it and you grab his shaft with your hand, jerking it a couple times. He looks down at you, his lips partly open as you pump him.

“You have angelic hands, baby.” He groans, letting his head fall backwards. You smile, loving to see how well you still pleasure him.

"I wanna cum in you." He exhales, stopping your movement. He pushes you down back on the mattress, spreading your legs again. The tip of his cock rubs on your wet lips still sensitive from your last orgasm. Without warning, he push himself into you, wrenching a loud moan out of your mouth.

“You’re taking it so good.”He grunts, gripping your hips to slam deeper into your core. His hair, previously styled perfectly with gel, are now going over his eye as he looks down tp watch himself fuck you.

“You missed that huh,” he mutters. “Will never fucked you like that, didn’t he?.”

You don't say anything, moaning with pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Answer me!" He orders you, his hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You try to keep your eyes open in spite of the electric jolts that run through your body when he slams and the sound of your skin colliding with his reaches your ear.

“Y-yes, fuck, fuck, you fulfill me better than he ever did!” You manage to scream out.

“That’s what I thought.” He grunts and you clench around him, rubbing your fingers over your clit as he pounds faster into you.

“Fuck baby girl, do it again.” You clench harder around him, making him drop his head in the crook of your neck as he moans your name. He digs his fingers into your hips, surely creating bruises on your skin. You rock your hips at the same pace as his, feeling his cock hit spots that makes your legs shake in pleasure.

“Fuck Rafe, your cock feels so good.” You moan. He lifts his thumb, brushing past your lower lip and you suck it, making him quicken his pace.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He tells you as he thrusts into you, replacing your hand by his on your clit. You cry out his name, releasing yourself on him.

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming!” He grunts and you tightly clench your walls around him, helping him release his cum inside of you. Rafe drops down next to your shaking body on the bed, his chest moving rapidly to the rhythm of his breathing.

"What about Megan?" You mumble, biting your lower lip.

"She’s just your lookalike.”

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April’s Story

Shrek premiered 20 years ago this month! So I decided to honor it with my own illustrated version of the movie for my Win A Commission Contest! If you’d like to see the illustrations in context with the text, please

Once upon a time, there was a lovely Princess

But she had an enchantment upon her of an awful sort, that could only be broken by True Love's First Kiss

She was Locked away in a tower, guarded by a terrible fire-breathing Dragon

Many brave Knights had attempted to free from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed

She waited in the Dragon's keep, in the tallest room of the tallest tower. Where she waited for her True Love and True Love's First Kiss...

A large green hand ripped a page from the Book and revealed another part involving the whole kingdom celebrating on the Princess and her True Love's wedding day, laughing heartily as he slammed it shut.

"Like that's ever gonna happen!" A Scottish voice said dismissively. "What a load of-" A flush of a Toilet drowned out the last part of the sentence.

We look and see an outhouse. It was made of white birch wood, lashed together with a rope for a handle and a black crescent moon facing the right. There was some hanging moss on the tilted roof growing and a pathway of stones, weeds crowding in between. It was set right in front of a thick wood, facing towards a house. The strange thing about all of this is that the outhouse had plumbing with a flushing toilet.

The door slammed open, revealing no Prince Charming nor a Frog, but an Unlikely Hero: an Ogre. Yawning and stretching out before fixing his wedgie, he shook off a ripped page that was sticking to his shoe and stared at his house.

He lived in a giant, white, hollowed out mangrove tree, the trunk thinning out into a perfect chimney. Moss, ivy and weeds grew all around or on top of it, and there was a crude door and some small windows set into the side.

The Ogre breathed in and left the outhouse with the door slamming behind him as he began his day.

Using a bucket and scraping up some mud, he carried it over to a branch. The ogre undressed and pulled on a rope, causing the mud to pour onto him. He made an “Oof!” sound when it first hit him, but continued scrubbing himself with the mud like it was soap. He drank the last dregs of the mud and then spat it out, ending the shower.

Then the Ogre brushed his teeth. He grabbed a red caterpillar, and squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste, pushed its innards onto a bone. He scrubbed well, getting the insides of his teeth, then the outsides. It turned his already unhealthy teeth greener, and the putrid goo shown in his hideous smile caused his mirror to shatter and fall onto the floor.

Next, he plunged himself into a lake and made a huge splash, turning himself right and getting ready; the Ogre let out a loud, horrendous and terrible gaseous fart that bubbled behind him. Feeling relieved and making an “innocent” pose with his finger to his lip, he turned to see that there was not one, not two but three red salmon floating up to the surface; murdered by the deadliness of the stench that continued to plague the rest of the underwater native wildlife. He grabbed the one next to him and proceeded to leave.

Later army crawling into a hollowed husk of a fallen tree, pointing diagonally skywards, the Ogre pushed out a ton of mud as he climbed his way forward like a commando in the trenches of a battlefield. The final mud slopped out as his stained face popped out.

He smiled as he found a green slug right outside the tree trunk. The Ogre grabbed it and the slug squirmed in alarm as it was picked up by a giant green hand, leaving the small maggots once underneath the slug exposed to the air.

Closer to sunset, near a lake with verdant hills in the distance, the Ogre began painting a new sign. Having picked out a broken off- plank of moldy wood form his outhouse, he didn’t bother with a base coat of white. He spent several hours painting. Once he finished, the Ogre placed his palette down, took a good look at his newest masterpiece, and out of sheer joy of satisfaction he kissed the ogre in the picture on the lips. It left red paint all across his lips as he posted it next to an older sign that said, "STAY OUT". It was a rather hideous portrayal of his face with red eyes and red writing that stated, “BEWARE OGRE".

After The Ogre had ate his fishy and sluggy dinner and had lit a fire with the strength of his belch, he sat back on the crocodile flesh recliner. Just as he was settling in, the Ogre's tiny trumpet ears picked up a disturbance in the Swamp.

It was the sounds of people trespassing. With a groan he lurched to his feet and glanced out his window, spotting a group of Ogre Hunters in the far distance, mostly visible due to their torches. Within moments, the Ogre snuck outside his home and was tiptoeing behind them.

The Ogre Hunters, dressed mostly in green and sporting crappy haircuts, pushed aside the tall grass and foliage as they watched the Swamp House, lit from within by The Ogre’s Belch-Fire.

"Think it's in there?" The one with a bowl cut asked

"Alright... let's get it!" The one in the a tall hat declared, holding a torch and about to make a charge forward before he was stopped short by the one with the mustache next to him.

"Hold on, you know what that thing could do to you?" the mustached one said with fear.

"Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread!" The one with the bowl cut told him.

They all froze when a loud chuckle echoed behind them.

Turning around, they saw the Ogre towering over them. He spoke in an almost friendly manner, but what he said was the opposite of friendly. “Ha, yes, well actually; that would be a giant!" He exclaimed, causing the men to back off. The Ogre stepped forward each time they stepped back. "Now Ogres, oh.. they're much worse! They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin!"

"No!" A man was horrified

"They'll shave your livers!"

“No!”

"And squeeze the jelly from your eyes!" The Ogre Hunters were cornered as the Ogre added, thoughtfully, "Actually it's quite good on toast."

The bearded Ogre Hunter swung torch at The Ogre’s face. "Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!"

The Ogre simply raised an eyebrow before calmly licking his fingers and putting out his torch with a pinch and a smile.

"Right..." the Ogre Hunter dropped the extinguished torch.

The Ogre let loose an horrible and fearsome ear bursting roar directly into the faces of the cowering Ogre Hunters. Spit flew in their faces as their hair and hats were thrown back. They screamed in response as their torches extinguished as the roar continued. After a long moment, he stopped and wiped his mouth, but the Hunters continued to scream; when they finally stopped they looked like their wits had long been scared out of them.

The Ogre leaned in and whispered to them as the crickets and other hidden wildlife in the night went on in the silence. "This is the part where you run away..."

With a yelp they immediately dropped all their pitchforks and weapons and bolted out of the swamp as the Ogre chortled to himself. The bowl cut Ogre Hunter tripped but kept running in desperation.

The Ogre laughed whole heartily and yelled after the retreating party. "And stay out!"

A piece of paper they must’ve left behind caught his attention. He picked it up, and saw that it had the face of a solemn elf with a green leaf hat and white beard. There were bags of gold drawn around it, but no explicit price was given, just the word, “Reward” written in red. Above it he read, "Wanted: Fairy Tale Creatures...".

He realized they had wanted to capture him for the reward money. He looked towards the fleeing villagers in disgust and shook his head, throwing the paper to the ground as he went back inside to spend the rest of the night in peace.

The next day, as part of his new plan to get people to leave him alone, The Ogre set up some new new signs, even farther from his home. Just as he was setting up his last one (it had a green skull with the words ‘Keep Out!’ in the pupils), something ran into his butt.

The Ogre turned around to face what appeared to be a terrified mini-donkey.

Someone yelled, "He's getting away! Get him!" and the sounds of guards in armor scared the little donkey into hiding behind The Ogre. "This way! Turn!"

The local Captain of the Guard and his men ran up, stopping when they all saw the tall Ogre who stood before them. "You there... Ogre" The Captain grabbed a scroll his waist

"Aye?" Was The Ogre’s reply, hands on his hips and now seemingly irritated that his day was once again involving contact with humans.

"By the order of Lord Farquaad... I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated resettlement... facility...?" The Captain's voice was shaking and nervous due to the face that the Ogre was walking towards him slowly, now standing right in front of him as a deafening silence fell.

"Oh really?" He asked, leaning down so he was face to face with the Captain. "You and what army?" He asked as his teeth glittered with a smile, glancing behind him.

The Captain turned around to see what was once left of his men as their halberds fell down and a shield spun around onto the ground like a coin. He turned back to the Ogre; the mini-donkey smiled as the Captain took his men's example and made a run for it.

Now that confrontation is over with, the Ogre shook his head and walked away; but the mini-donkey had nowhere else to go and decided to follow his accidental savior. He trotted behind him.

"Can I say something to you?" He asked with the Ogre walking on. "Listen, you were really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible!"

Now fully irritated, The Ogre turned around. "Are you talkin' to..." The Ogre saw no one else, just the ground lit by the sunlight within the forest of the tall trees. The voice was clearly gone. "Me?" He blinked and shrugged, turning before giving out a startled yell as the Donkey now stood before him.

"Yes I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they were all of that. Then you showed up and bam!" The little donkey caught up to The Ogre before getting up onto his hoofs in front of The Ogre and made a martial arts move with his right hoof, stopping him again. "They were trippin' over themselves like babes in the wood. I loved seeing that, made me feel happy seeing that"

"Oh, that's great. Really." The Ogre sarcastically replied

"Man, it's good to be free!" The burrito declared as the Ogre turned to him.

"Now, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with own friends? Hmm?" He suggested, leaning down to the little donkey, before walking off again.

"But... I don't have any friends, and I'm NOT going out there by myself!" Exclaimed the creature. A flash of inspiration came to him. "Hey wait a minute, I got a great idea! I'll stick with you" Donkey returned happily to the Ogre, deaf to his annoyance. "You're a mean green fighting machine! With you, we'll scare the spit out of anybody who crosses us!"

The Ogre halted and regarded Donkey for a moment. Then seemingly out of the blue, he fully turned and gave off an all might roar right into the animal’s face; hoping this would scare him.

The mini-donkey just stared, now with an impressed look drawn on his face. "Oh, wow! That was really scary!"

The Ogre just frowned and stomped away.

"Now if that doesn’t work, your breath will certainly get the job done, 'cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something 'cause your breath STINKS!"

The Ogre continued walking, but then looked back when he didn’t hear the none-stop chatterbox for about five seconds, to his relief and hope that he lost the annoyance.

To his irritation and surprise, the donkey appeared looking down at him from above; atop of a fallen tree over The Ogre’s path.

"You almost burned the hair outta my nose, just like the time..."

The Ogre covered the donkey's mouth, muffling his little obnoxious tale. The donkey still did not shut up as he kept it held there; continuing to talk either way; The Ogre removed his hand. "Then I ate some berries, man I had some strong gasses leaking out of my butt that day!"

"WHY are you following me?!" The Ogre asked, losing patience; nothing could shut this donkey up and he just needed to get away right now.

"I'll tell you why!" The animal leaped off the tree as he followed the Ogre, before breaking out into obnoxious song. "Cause I'm all alone, there's no here beside meeeee." He stopped in front of the Ogre as he wiggled his butt, the Ogre's right eye was half closed and his left eye was twitching in madness as the mini-donkey continued. "My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me... but you gotta have faith-"

"Stop singing!" The Ogre yelled, he grabbed the burrito by the ears and tail as he moved him out of his way. "It's no wonder you don't have any friends!"

"Wow, only a true friend would be that truly honest!" The small donkey claimed.

The Ogre only groaned "Listen, little donkey. Take a look at me: What am I?" He held out his arms and stood tall before him.

The burrito looked from the Ogre's shoes to his head, whose face looked irritated while he thought to himself. "Really tall?" was his first guess. The mini-donkey wasn’t sure what The Ogre was asking.

"No! I'm an Ogre, you know. ‘Grab your torch and Pitchforks!’ Doesn't that bother you?" He imitated an Ogre Hunter before asking.

Donkey shook his head

"Nope." came the response

"Really?" The Ogre was a bit surprised.

"Really, really" The creature happily assured.

"Oh," The Ogre was not too sure on what to say next.

"Man, I like you, what's your name?"

The Ogre looked a little surprised. For all his time living alone in the Swamp, no one had ever asked him of his name. He had always been The Ogre, not a true individual to the people around him.

"Uhh... Shrek." He replied after a moment, before continuing his walk home.

"Shrek?" Th little donkey echoed, seeing if he got it right before following the now and forever named Ogre himself. "Well, you know what I like about you Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me-thing I like that. I respect that Shrek. You all right."

He continued to follow Shrek up the hill as they came overhead across a small grassy meadow hill above that overlooked Shrek's Swamp. Donkey (for that was his name) stared looked at the scene before him.

"Whoa! Look at that. Who'd want to live in a place a like that?" He asked with a hint of disgust, mostly discomfort, in his voice.

"That... would be my home" Shrek claimed, his hands on his hips before heading down the other side of the hill.

Donkey could only blink in response, he had really put his hoof in it now. "Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful. You know you are quite a decorator. It's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget!"

Shrek only shook his head as he continued downwards.

"I like that boulder, that is a nice boulder." Donkey followed him down. He continued after Shrek once again and stopped in front of the three signs: "BEWARE OGRE", "STAY OUT" and "DANGER". Donkey took a look at each of them all and asked,"I guess you don't uh.. entertain that much do you?"

"I like my privacy." Shrek claimed as he kept walking to his front door, Donkey trotting after him.

"You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I hate it when you got somebody in your face. You've trying to give them a hint and they won't leave. Then there's that big awkward silence you know?"

Shrek turned to face him, silently willing Donkey to understand that the creature had just described their exact situation.

"Can I stay with you?" Clearly Donkey did not receive the hint.

"Uh, what?"

"Can I stay with you, please?" He added in the magic word.

"Of course!" Shrek declared lightheartedly as he smiled.

"Really?" Donkey asked.

"No." Shrek bluntly denied.

"PLEASE! I don't wanna go back there! You know what it's like to be living like a freak!" Donkey reconsidered for a moment as he looked at the large green humanoid before him as he pushed Shrek onto his front door with his hooves. "Well, maybe you do. But that's why we gotta stick together! You gotta let me stay, please, please!" Donkey was getting hysterical.

"OKAY! Okay..." Donkey dropped to the floor as Shrek opened his door inwards as he gave his one little stipulation. "But one night only." He was about to enter before Donkey bolted in.

"Ah! Thank you!"

"What are you...?" Donkey leapt onto Shrek's crocodile skin recliner. "No, no!"

"This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories and in the mornin," He trotted around on the chair before sitting down as he finished with: "I'm makin' waffles!"

"Oh!" Shrek groaned as he held his hands out, as though he was planning to strangle the noisy intruder.

Donkey looked around and asked him. "Where do, uh... I sleep?"

"Outside!" Shrek screamed irritably.

Donkey's ears drooped upon hearing that response. "Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you and you don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know. Here I go." He sniffled as got off his recliner and walked out sadly,"Goodnight..." He told him as Shrek slammed the door on him.

The mini-donkey kept talking, of course. "You know, I do like the outdoors. I'm a Donkey. I was born outside. I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess, you know. By myself, outside!"

Shrek looked out before shaking his head and sighing to himself, walking away from the door to enjoy himself for the rest of the day as Donkey began singing the same annoyingsong again; although more sorrowfully.

"I'm all alone, there's no one here besides me..."

That night, as the cauldron hanging by chains over the firepit bubbled solemnly; Shrek was enjoying himself with a nice dinner while Donkey was locked outside of his home. He dropped a eye on a stick into his martini glass and slurped it down as he looked at his dinner before him. There was a slug with orange eyes, what appeared to be green grapes, a jar of eyes, spice, worm stuffed pumpkin and a nice large piece of cooked skinless meat on his plate.

These were the times he enjoyed the most out of his solitary life, he was home, nice and warm and he wasn't bothered by anyone at all. Though he had to pause and glance at his front door. Shrek had ... mixed feelings about his new acquaintance. He talked WAY too much, but he was also the first person in a very long time to actually treat Shrek like a person.

He shook his head and sighed, scooting in further to his table as he felt that there was just something missing from the layout of the table. The man he figured out what ir was. He brought his hand to his ear and started to pull hard and painfully as the earwax built up came out like a spear and placed it atop a candle platform; lighting the wick made of ear hair afterwards with a match. Now he can enjoy his meal alone.

The same could not be said for Donkey, who peeked sadly into the window before making his way back to the front door. He laid down as he smiled bittersweetly and went to sleep at his new friend's doorstep.

Shrek continued to eat and enjoy his meal until the sound of his door creaking interrupted his silence.

He put his fork and knife on the table as he got up. "I thought I told you to stay outside." He was hoping to shove Donkey back outside, if that was what had come in.

"I am outside." Donkey’s voice came from the window.

In confusion, Shrek turned and saw a shadow move across the wall. Who was now moving around near his table? He returned and observed it. Everything was normal underneath the table, but then he heard voices from above.

"Well, gents, it's a farcry from the farm, but what choice do we have?" A blind mouse asked, tripping over Shrek's fork.

"It's not home, but it'll do just fine!" The second of the blind mice knocked over the jar full of eyeballs, spilling out the contents.

"What a lovely bed" The third of the blind mice was bouncing on the Slug, Shrek immediately caught him.

"Got ya!" However it escaped his grasp.

"I found some cheese" the third mouse said, biting Shrek's left ear.

"OW!" He cried in pain, grabbing at the mouse again who was now on his other shoulder.

"Blah! Awful stuff!" The tiny rodent jumped down onto the spoon and inadvertently launched a piece of gravy towards Shrek's left eye, which he wiped away immediately.

"Is that you Gordon?" One of them asked.

"How did you know?" A different one asked back.

"Enough!" Shrek grabbed all three of them by the tail, flipping the wooden spoon off the left side of the table as he turned his back and demanded angrily.

"What are you doing in my house?" The dinner on his table was then violently shoved off and Shrek's back was hit with an gold and glass fashioned coffin, labeled, ‘Here lies Snow White, under the curse by the Poison Apple infected by the Sleeping Death curse’.

"Hey!" He turned and saw the Seven Dwarves, one of the waved at Shrek.

"Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad OFF the table!" He shoved her coffin back to the Dwarves

"Where are we supposed to put her? The Bed's taken!" They shoved the coffin back to him.

"Huh?" Shrek stopped short. He hurried to his bed and opened the curtain separating the rooms and gasped. There laid comfortably and in grandmother's clothing, was a wolf of all creatures.

"What?" The Wolf asked irritably.

Shrek was now on the verge of rage, he dragged the Wolf out of bed and held him in the air through his house as the Seven Dwarves made themselves comfortable.

"I live in a swamp, I put up signs! I'm a terrifying Ogre!" He shoved his door open outwards. "What do I have to do to get a little privacy?!" He screamed as he threw the Wolf out of his house.

Then he saw a sight that would haunt him forever. "Oh no... oh no!" Shrek bellowed.

His Swamp. His lovely, silent, peaceful Swamp was no longer the way he intended it to be. It was now swarming with many, many Fairytale Creatures; many, many beings now living in his precious Swamp. Even the old woman brought her entire shoe to his Swamp, with many children running around. Tents were set up, fairies roamed around in the air, Pinocchio and a short yellow elf with a cone shaped hat were arguing and many people were conversing with each other.

“No!" A witch flew past him. "NO!" He screamed out, three more witches came zooming past him and Shrek had to jump for cover as they came flying down with elves helping them land.

"Wha?" Shrek turned his head to the side with the old woman hanging her clothes with a child and two other children pushing each other.

"Hey, don't push!" A girl in the blue shrieked.

The Pied Piper in red was calling over rats with his flute while many other Fairytale Creatures were waiting in line towards Shrek's Outhouse.

In the meantime, Papa and Baby Bear were sitting by the fire, the latter upset and being comforted by his father; no Mama Bear in sight, as many other Fairytale Creatures warmed themselves up by the fire before them. Elves, Lepricons, Dwarves, Fairies, Witches, Pigs, Wolves, a Unicorn and any Fairytale Creature you can think of were all there in Shrek's Swamp; shattering his peace.

"What are you doing in my Swamp?!" Shrek roared out as he got up, his voice echoed all over the sound of his Swamp; everyone and everything came an abrupt half as it was followed by screams and gasps. The Dwarves who held bowls to be fed with soup from the cauldron by the witch dropped them, the three fairies of Sleeping Beauty flew in the tent to hide and two Dwarves ducked out of sight and appeared holding each other out of fear behind a branch.

Shrek wasn't going to have all this; he eyed everyone and began to walk to some Elves and Dwarves. "Alright, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey! Quickly, come on!" He shooed them all backwards but some of the Dwarves and fairies ran into his home as Shrek turned back. "No, no! No, no. Not there, not there!" He ran after them as they slammed the door on him and a little green fairy, the door now unable to open despite his best efforts.

He stopped and turned to face the large group before them, especially on Donkey.

"Hey don't look at me, I didn't invite them!" Donkey replied.

"Oh, gosh, no one invited us" Pinocchio confirmed.

"What?!" Shrek came over, demanding to know what happened.

"We were forced to come here" He told the Ogre.

"By who?" He was flabbergasted until one of the Three Pigs told him.

“Lord Farquaad. He huffed and he puffed and he... signed an eviction notice." His brothers nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?" Shrek asked.

Everyone looked around at each other with no answer, until Donkey answered. "Oh, I do. I know where he is!"

"Does anybody ELSE know where to find him? Anyone at all?" Shrek was desperate to not to go with Donkey of all people.

"Me! Me!" Donkey tried to get his attention, jumping comically into the air. Baby Bear held his paw up, but was stopped by his father.

"Anyone?" Big Bad Wolf and a Green Wizard pointed to each other while Donkey continued

"Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!"

"Okay... fine." He reigned himself to being annoyed; Shrek knew that he would either go with Donkey or risk asking a human. "Attention, all Fairytale... things. Do not get comfortable, your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm going to see this guy Farquaad right now and get you all off my land and back where you came from!" He pointed to the left before the entire crowd went wild.

Shrek shook his head and groaned before walking, four birds draping him in a flower cloak. "Doh!" He swatted them away as he sharply pointed directly at Donkey. "You. You're comin' with me" He told him darkly as he shoved the cape off him and started walking, the birds returning and dropping a flower crown on his head.

"Alright, that's what I like to hear man: Shrek and Donkey, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it!" Donkey rushed after the ogre.

Shrek tried to grab torch from a Dwarf while walking. He refused to let go, so Shrek simply shook him and then dropped the dwarf into the water where the dwarf resurfaced moments later.

"On the road again, sing it with me, Shrek. I can't to get on the road again!"

“What did I say about singing?" Shrek sharply turned to Donkey and grabbed his flower crown before throwing it off of him. They crossed a log that bridged the area between Shrek’s little island and the rest of the swamp.

"Can I whistle?" Donkey asked.

"No."

"Can I hum it?"

"Alright, hum it."

Donkey continued to hum ‘On the Road Again’ while Shrek

focused on the road ahead.

The two heroes marched off into the woodlands while being waved off by all creatures.

Art Explanation

So, it’s obvious I copied the title from the movie! It sure did make my life easier!

And I used a lot of references for my pictures. I hoped to make them true to the movie as possible.

The second picture is possibly my favorite, although I didn’t enjoy drawing all the scenery. It isn’t my specialty.

The third picture was fun! I remember being very jealous of Shrek’s belch power when I was little, lol.

To be honest, the fourth picture was my least favorite. It felt too busy.

The fifth picture is my other favorite, because it has Donkey!

The last picture was hard, for sure. I wanted to ge their reflections right, and not make the background look too crappy. It’s hard to adapt things from such a dark scene. But I think it turned out alright, although the scaling is a little funny :).

So, I was hoping to not have to write out these scenes myself, because it’s ten whole minutes of a movie and let me tell you, it’s hard to do from scratch. Luckily, I found a version, which I’ve left a link for below. I just polished it a bit.

Anyways, I hope you’ve enjoyed!

SOURCE

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/450448/1/Shrek-Adaptation

#shrek #shrek 20th anniversary #shrek twentieth anniversary #win a commission #wac

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leiaimnida · 4 years ago

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Wedding

Warning: Characters involved are my OCs from Demon Slayer universe. If I am able to upload their... biography or something, this word should be in a hyperlink. Japanese words that are in red are defined at the end of the fic.

Timeline: after Muzan's defeat and the dissolving of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Characters: Arai Junko, Fujiwara Maria, Nakajima Fujita, Uchida Amida

Also tagging @animatedarchives @ineedselfcontrol-helpme @applepienation because I remember that they were the ones who were interested with my OCs 🥺 (HELLO, GUYS, ILY SO MUCH-)

DESPITE the scorching heat, Maria went forth with her walk. Beads of sweat trickled at the side of her face, the *wagasa resting on her shoulder not being able to protect her from the blazing sun.

But all the discomfort from the immense heat was worth it when she hears a loud shrill a couple steps away from her. Lifting her eyes, she sees a little child, running towards her direction despite of struggling with her faded red yukata.

"Amria!" The child squealed as its tiny arms wrapped around Maria's legs. Maria giggled as she slowly crouched on the ground, letting her wagasa litter on the soil as she hugged the little child.

"Chiyo, you shouldn't be walking on the streets by yourself," Maria said in a motherly-like tone, ignoring the fact that Chiyo had just mispronounced her name.

"Where is your aunt? It's weird that I don't see her beside you, she's literally glued to-"

"Chiyo!" A familiar scream was heard from afar, making Maria drift her sight from the child to the women in front of her.

Speaking of the devil.

Maria chuckled. It's been a month since she last visited but Junko had little to no changes. Her hair is still tied in a messy way (which irks Maria but it isn't her hair so she can't really have it on her way) and Junko still had her weird taste of yukata designs that according to her "drives the men away".

Maria picked her wagasa, her free hand reaching for Chiyo's as she started to walk towards Junko's direction.

"Junko-chan!"

The voice made Junko look towards her left, a sense of relief washing her worries as she sees Chiyo, her niece, with Maria, a trusted friend.

She composes herself as she meets them, "Maria-san," Junko greeted her former comrade as she crouched to pick Chiyo up, the weight of the child not bothering her given her former occupation.

"Good thing I saw Chiyo before anyone else did," Maria said, now lifting her right hand that has been carrying a red cloth shifted into a bag all along, "I brought a watermelon?"

"THANK you so much, Arai-san," Maria thanked Junko's elder sister who only gave a smile in return before picking Chiyo up, informing her sister and visitor that they're heading to the market, leaving Junko and Maria alone.

"So," Maria placed her slice of watermelon down, "How are things here?"

Junko leaned lightly on the *shoji screen, her feet hanging at the edge of the *tatami floor as she indulged herself with Maria's present, "I've been healing well from...you know," Junko eyed Maria meaningfully, "I've been spending all of my money at my niece and the expenses at this house."

Junko made it sound as if it was a burden but Maria could see through her eyes: she was happy and contented. Far from the look on her face whenever she had to discuss her past with her father. Maria couldn't help but smile, seeing that her friend is finally at peace.

"Spend it well, then," Maria chuckled as she took a bite from her slice once again.

"Which reminds me..." Junko muttered as she now stare at the *shishi odoshi playfully rocking back and forth at her backyard, "What happened to the two?"

Maria chuckled, fixing her glasses, "On their own as well, I guess," she shrugged, "Fujita did say she's going home."

"Amida, though..." Junko interrupted.

Maria heaved a sigh, one that sounded as if she were in distress, "I don't know about him."

Junko shrugged, "I just hope he's doing well...". She said with utmost sincerity, "Plus, he's old enough to take care of himself."

Maria couldn't agree more.

Silence then consumed the two as they went on feasting from the watermelon Maria brought. However, an odd shrill interrupted their peace.

"Kaw! Kaw!" A crow landed in between Maria and Junko, startling the two as they scoot away from the uninvited crow.

"Kaw! Kaw! Attention! Attention!" It cawed as it flapped its wings.

"Wait-" Maria scooted towards the crow this time, no longer afraid, "A kasugai crow?" She thought out loud as she offered her wrist. The trained crow flew towards her, landing on her offered hand.

"It is a kasugai crow!" Maria gleefully cheered as her other hand inspected its wings, trying to determine how long was it travelling.

"You still have your crow?" Junko asked, amused.

"I do! Though I don't let it fly that much-" Maria paused, "Wait, where's your crow?"

"I had to set it free. Chiyo kept on playing with the crow," Junko explained as she remembered how her adorable niece tried to drown the poor crow once, "Whose crow is this?"

As if the crow understood Junko's question, it cawed once again, "Nakajima! Nakajima Fujita! Nakajima Fujita!"

"Fujita!" Maria exclaimed as her shoulders popped in surprise, she glances at Junko who remained unfazed exterior-wise.

"Message!" The crow flew from Maria's hand, hovering above the two, "Message from Nakajima! Nakajima Fujita! Message from Nakajima Fujita!"

"Finally!" Maria clapped as she sat properly once again. Junko stood from sitting, getting impatient with the crow.

"What is it?" Junko asked.

"Invitation! Invitation! Fujiwara Maria invitation! Arai Junko invitation!"

"Invitation?" Maria and Junko muttered in unison.

"Invitation to what?" Maria asked, standing alongside Junko as well.

"Wedding! Invitation wedding!"

"A wedding?" Junko wobbled her head.

"Arai Junko! Fujiwara Maria! Invited! Invited! Nakajima Fujita wedding!"

Maria was able to connect the broken words the crow was saying. She cupper her lips with her hand, "Fujita's wedding?!" She speculated.

Junko's brows furrowed, getting more and more confused. She wants answers and she's getting it. She looked at the crow, casting it a glare in which the crow immediately understood, given how it's now frantically flapping its wings for its own life.

"I don't understand," Junko blurted out as she inhaled sharply, "I remember her saying she'd rather die alone unless if she's marrying someone rich. Which household is it?" Junko asked herself as she recounted some of the well-known households she knew.

"I'm going to die alone. I don't care if no one's going to take care of me, I have my wealth? I am only marrying someone if they're rich and they can make me richer. I deserve this given that I slay pathetic creatures for a living!" Maria couldn't help but remember what Fujita once cried.

"Who could it be-"

"Invited to wedding! Nakajima Fujita and Uchida Amida wedding!"

The ladies both fell silent, Maria's watermelon creating a thud now that she dropped it in surprise.

"Their what?!" Maria shrieked in surprise.

"Those bitches are getting married?!" Junko couldn't help but to curse and to blurt out her surprise as well.

"Kaw! Kaw!" The crow flapped it's way towards-

"Hold on a second!"

"Junko-chan, the crow!" Maria said as she went near Junko.

But Junko was not listening both to Maria's plea and the crow's distressed cry. She remained her grip on the little crow's tail despite of its flapping.

"How are they getting married?" Junko asked in confusion, "I mean, the four of us separated. How? Were they seeing each other? What?"

"I don't know as well!" Maria exclaimed as she cupped her hands, slightly hopping from her place, "They're actually getting married, what the hell?!"

"I am confused," Junko said out loud, "I need answers."

"Let's let the crow give Fujita our message then," Maria suggested as she eyed the poor crow again.

Junko nodded, letting go of the crow who immediately fell on the floor, its chest puffing in exhaustion from trying to escape from Junko's grip.

"Uh... what do we tell them?" Maria said as she knelt, cupping her chin, "Uh...Fujita, hello? Congratulations with your wedding and we're definitely coming-"

"Tell her that what the fuck are they thinking and why on earth are they getting married-"

"Junko!" Maria reprimanded but Junko went on with her message for Fujita and Amida. Well...mostly curses.

END.

Definition

Wagasa are Japanese traditional oil-paper umbrellas.

Shoji is a Japanese traditional wooden sliding doors with translucent paper/screen on.

Tatami is a Japanese traditional mat used as flooring in traditional Japanese-style rooms.

Shishi Odoshi also known as 'sharedeer' or 'scareboar' are Japanese devices used to frighten away animals. Similar to a scarecrow. Mostly seen at backyards though (that cute little fountain with bamboos bumping with one another due to water).

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love101imagines · 5 years ago

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Scary Love

(kerem | imagine)

request: Hey can I request an imagine with Kerem where the reader is really shy and introverted and she doesn't express her feelings. She also is the artistic good student. They're secretly both in love with each other. Kerem gets hurt because of her being stonecold and him getting angry but then regretting it. Prompts: 12, 19, 23, 26, 32, 34 from the month prompts and 21, 27 from the prompt list. Angst and fluff but mostly angst please!

tags: @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname @christianagkiouly

prompts used: 12. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” 19. “If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.” 23. “I’m sorry.” 26. “I’ve never meant to hurt you.” 32. “...That’s it? Aren’t you going to say something?” 34. “You don’t care about me.” 21. “Did I stutter?” 27. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

One moment you were hanging posters for the upcoming 19th of May festival in the school’s halls, and the next one you were being dragged outside of school by a strong arm you didn’t even had to ask who it was.

“What the hell? Jesus, Kerem. You almost broke my arm.” You said staring at the boy in front of you.

He had dragged you to a pretty much unknown place outside school where he would spend time with his new friends. You stood against the concrete wall behind you, your hands still holding the panflets you had painted in your art class, waiting for him to reply.

“I like you.”

Everything stopped for you. Kerem was giving you his most sincere look, waiting for you to answer to his declaration which you had longed and dreaded for the second you realized you had feelings for the boy.

You were pretty much opposites. He, the rude, agressive but still goofy boy and you, the shy stonecold bitch who liked to paint. Still, most students only thought you were a bitch because you kept to yourself and minded your own business.

Still, being composed and not bothering anyone else didn’t stop you from having to tutor Kerem upon your teachers’ requests. You didn’t mind tutoring, until you found out it was to help the guy who had serious anger issues and had at least punched every guy in your school.

However, you got to know the real him and he got to know the real you. From sarcastic comments and stolen glances, you found yourself falling for the boy. But still, you couldn’t risk losing everything for only dating him. You knew it would last only a couple of days because you couldn’t express your feelings, it never worked.

So now, you stood in front of him speechless. You literally didn’t know what to say, Kerem losing his patience while your nerves grew inside of you and you wanted nothing more than to disappear.

“...That’s it? Aren’t you going to say anything?” He asked furrowing his brows.

You stammered with your words, trying to fix this situation which was going down hill. “I’m sorry but I don’t know what to say.”

His eyes were fixed on yours trying to see if you were lying, but you stood your ground even though your hands were shaking because of how close he was to you and how he had you trapped against the wall.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that? One minute we are making out in an empty classroom and the next one you act like you don’t know me.” He said pulling away.

You bit your lip and dug your nails into your palms. “I can’t give you the answer you want.” You said firmly.

“What?” He said dumbfounded.

“Did I stutter?” You asked pulling away from his grasp. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

The next few days, everybody would say that you were being bitchier than usual. You considered skipping school, but there was a national holiday coming and your teachers wanted you to paint panflets and posters, which got you out of most classes.

You had to go around the hallways while the other students were in class and held up signs in the walls. As you did your task, you heard a familiar voice near the nursery. You didn’t doubt it and opened the door, finding the boy you couldn’t get out of your head the last days.

“What happened to you?” You asked worried dropping your panflets.

Kerem had a busted lip, a cut on his eyebrow and multiple bruises. Once he noticed you, he scoffed.

“You don’t care about me.” He said before cleaning his face with alcohol and cotton. “Fuck.” He mumbled.

“Give me that.” You said making your way over to him to take a closer look at him.

A few minutes passed, him staring at you while you did your best to clean his bruises without hurting him so much.

“Can you tell me what happened?” You tried again.

He bit his lip before starting. “I got into a fight the other day after we talked. And again today.”

He winced slightly when you pressed a bit harder than usual, but you had your own reasons. “See, this is why I couldn’t tell you that I liked you.”

“What?”

You furrowed your brows as the world spilled out. “I can’t tell you that because you’re so damn irresponsible. I know that because you’re smart, I’ve seen what you’re capable of, and you just throw it all away for fights. And every time I see you hurt I feel like my heart breaks because I like you! If I could, I would kiss all your scars away.”

You took a breath once you finished your confession, him still staring at you without believing it.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said. “For fighting, I shouldn’t have.”

You nodded slowly, your lips turning into a small smile instead of a line. “I’m sorry too.”

“Can we go on a date now?” He asked with a hopeful look on his eyes.

You chuckled slightly, your cheeks slowly becoming pink. “Yes, we can.”

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clericbyers · 5 years ago

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I just feel that the fandom really needs someone to rewrite the movie date byler scene except when they're looking at each other's lips they actually do something about it

then i hope the fandom may be pleased

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Mike biked under the pink and blue neon lights that spelled Starcourt up above on the entrance to the new mall. He was panting from the ride, the summer night’s warm breeze not enough to cool his body from the exertion he put into the ride. He skidded to a stop and hopped off the bike seat as Lucas approached him, Max and Will flanking either side of him.

“You’re late. Again.” Lucas announced as if Mike didn’t know that already. Mike turned to him, noting his irritated posture and Max’s equally irritated raised eyebrows. Will was a bit more patient, he always was when Mike was concerned, but he knew the brunette was just as irritated as Lucas and Max, he just wasn’t prone to showing it.

“Sorry,” started Mike with a heavy huff. He slid his bike between the metal bars next to Lucas’ bike and turned to face his friends.

Will stepped forward with a small frown and Mike’s gaze moved to him without a second thought. The lights tinted his face blue and made the shadows in his gaze darker. Mike felt a bit guilty about his lateness just looking at Will but he stuffed that emotion down and refused to let it cross his face when Will spoke up. “We’re gonna miss the opening.”

“Yeah,” snorted Mike, “if you guys keep whining about it. Let’s go.”

“If you guys keep whining about it,” Lucas mimicked as Mike approached by him. The immature urge to stick his tongue out at the other boy struck Mike but he shoved it aside as he patted Will’s arm in a motion for him to follow his lead.

Mike shoved a little at Lucas when he wouldn’t move and kept making faces during his Mike mimicry. “Just please stop talking about it, dude.”

Will laughed. It was a light chuckle that mostly went unnoticed in the bustling crowd but Mike could always hear Will’s voice no matter what other noises surrounded them. He turned on his heels and walked backwards for a few steps to send Will a returning small smile, only turning back when Lucas shoved him a bit and grumbled under his breath for him to keep moving.

“Let me guess though,” Lucas began after clearing his throat, “you were too busy fawning over El to remember to check the time?”

“Oh yeah, real mature, Lucas,” snarled Mike. “How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends now?”

Lucas kept making kissing sounds and Mike really wanted to punch him. “Mwah, mwah, mwah; Oh El, I want you back so we can kiss forever and ever like we used to and never hang out with any of our friends.”

Mike turned on Lucas with a glare. “I do hang out with you guys even when we were together; what do you think this is? Me and my imaginary friends?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we’re imaginary to you now.”

That stung a lot. Mike grit his teeth and increased his stride as he turned back toward the crowds. His eyes followed the messy lines and jumbled colors of typical modern fashion and it was an easy distraction from Lucas’ words even if it spiked his anxiety. He could hear Max reprimanding Lucas but he didn’t bother to comment on anything and simply forged the path ahead through the crowds for his friends to follow. Will came up beside him and his simple presence managed to calm Mike down for reasons he didn’t understand and didn’t really want to understand. It was completely normal that Will helped Mike’s negative emotions dissipate, right? They’d been friends forever and Will knew what to do to help Mike as much as Mike knew how to help Will. They knew each other like no one else—hell, he was the only one in the Party who knew exactly why Mike and El broke up two weeks ago.

I don’t think you like me enough for this, Mike.

Distracted by his thoughts, Mike stumbled off the escalator and bumped into a teenage girl, who glared at him as he apologized and regathered his balance. Embarrassment coursed through his veins but he trudged on, keeping his head down as Lucas bickered with his younger sister. Will’s hand brushed against Mike’s when he nervously brought a hand up to play with his bottom lip and he turned to face the shorter brunette, eyebrows raised even though Will wasn’t looking up at him. The distraction was enough though and Mike felt not an ounce of anxiety as the quartet turned into Scoops Ahoy.

Mike quickly strode to the countertop bell and tapped it 7 times as Robin rolled her eyes. She never seemed to like them when they arrived; her mood almost constantly dropped once she spotted them enter the ice cream parlor. Mike was never quite sure why but she seemed to always target her irritation toward him in particular. Secretly, he wondered if Robin had some unresolved girl business with Nancy and he found himself caught in the middle of it by being Nancy’s brother. “Hey dingus, your children are here!”

The back window slid open and Steve Harrington appeared looking displeased as always. He obviously hated working here, looking dorky in his white sailor hat that had Ahoy blazed across the fabric in a cheerful manner that contrasted the annoyance on his face. “Again? Seriously?”

Mike pursed his lips and gave Steve an unamused look, ringing the bell one last time.

Steve let them through the back of the shop with the usual reminder. “I swear if anybody hears about this, you’re dead.” Mike smirked to himself though; they knew how to be sneaky, more than anyone in this town probably knew. Some of the largest government secrets were secrets held by them, nightmares that followed them in shadows in the months since the Mind Flayer possessed Will and El closed the gate. The Party knew how to keep quiet so Steve had nothing to worry about, yet it still humored Mike that he felt a need to constantly give them a reminder.

The group rushed down the halls to the theater’s side exit and Mike opened the door to check and see if anyone was coming. When the coast was clear, he motioned for his friends to follow him into the theater playing Day of the Dead. They arrived just as the final preview was ending on screen, Mike making his way toward a pair of empty seats as Max and Lucas did the same two rows ahead of them. It was always like this; Mike and Will, Max and Lucas. No one had to say a thing about how they arranged themselves from even day one. Even when Dustin had joined them the week before he went to camp, he sat with Lucas and Max on Lucas’ other side and kept bickering with him about the snacks he had snuck inside. Now though, without Dustin there to be a buffer to Lucas and Max’s movie date, that changed the way Mike and Will ended up pairing themselves. Or at least it did in Mike’s mind. He couldn’t speak for Will. Did Will even realize how they were paired up like this, like couples? Even if he and Will weren’t a couple—which Mike still didn’t know how to feel about, which was even more confusing because shouldn’t his answer be that he’s completely fine with not being with Will that way?—they still never bothered to sit separately or even sit in the same row as Lucas and Max.

When the boys settled in, Mike called out to Lucas to bite back about how they made it on time. Lucas made some side comment back that Mike couldn’t really hear, but it had Max giggling so he wasn’t too unnerved by what he could have said. Will shifted beside him so Mike turned his attention on him, ooh-ing when he noticed Will was the one who had brought snacks this time around. He reached into the bag to grab a soda can and a bag of Skittles, raising an eyebrow at Will’s D&D character binder inside the backpack. He tapped at it, curious as to why Will was carrying it around, but Will merely gave him a look before grabbing the rest of his goods to distribute to Lucas and Max. Mike settled into his seat and cleared his mind of the day’s grievances, letting the hours he had spent at Hopper’s cabin helping teach El a little bit more about the basics of the world wash over him as the theater dipped into darkness and the feature film projected onto the screen. His concentration was ensnared by the movie and when the film suddenly flickered to a stop and the screen blanked, he was snapped out of the slight hypnotism and felt exasperation fill his chest with a displeasured moan.

The theater was filled with people protesting the sudden black out. Mike hated the noise and he rather wished everyone would silence and simply wait for the theater staff to fix the problem. A shiver went up his spine at the thought of this darkness lasting for the rest of the night and he fought against his eye’s natural inability to see in darkness to spot Lucas and Max talking between themselves as everyone waited. It didn’t take long for the projector to start back up and the film wound itself where it had stopped. The theater broke out into cheers and excitement and Mike smiled to himself, chancing Will a glance to spot the other boy smiling softly yet not as enthusiastic as everyone else. He watched Will for a moment longer, unsure if everything was really as fine as the crowd seemed to think it was. Will brought a hand up to his neck, rubbing slowly as if feeling for something and Mike leaned in.

“Hey,” he started softly, kindly, gently, lovingly, like he spoke toward no one else.

Mike was worried; Will’s face had gone slack with something akin to horror but the darkness of the theater left Mike unable to know for sure. Will gasped at Mike’s voice though and started to pull his hand away as he turned to face Mike. He seemed discombobulated, yanked from his thoughts violently enough that his face was left vulnerable to any and all emotion. When he looked at Mike, his eyes began to soften and Mike felt his heart repeatedly cartwheel in his chest from the intensity of his gaze. Will’s lips softened into a gentle smile and Mike couldn’t help but look down at the curvature of his lips, his thoughts racing at the proximity between them as the crowd continued their noise.

A beat passed. Will parted his lips, tongue peaking out to wet the pink flesh, and Mike’s heart jumped off a cliff. Will suddenly shook his head and grabbed his backpack. He stuffed his things inside as Mike watched him wordlessly with a crease in his brow. “Will?” he whispered, hesitant to get up yet his legs did so without conscious action of it. “You okay?”

“I, uh, yeah,” he panted, which was odd given his breathing had been fine just a few seconds ago. Will pointed toward the exit. “I just need a breather.”

Mike heard someone in the row behind him whisper at him to sit his tall ass down but he sent the owner of the voice a glare before reaching out toward Will. “You sure? You can leave your bag with me you know.”

Panic returned to Will’s face like he had something in his bag that he didn’t want Mike to see. He clutched the backpack closer to himself and stood up. “Of course; I just need…I need air.” Mike frowned. Will was rarely this flustered so it would be hard for him to convince Mike he was truly okay. “I’ll be back.”

Mike followed him anyway, pretty sure the people behind him hated his guts for standing up for so long. And with Will gone, Mike wouldn’t be to concentrate on the movie anyway. His mind would be too worried about what exactly was troubling Will. Mike clambered over people’s laps and apologized as his legs knocked their knees but he had to quickly make his way after Will. He called out for the boy once he reached the theater lobby, brown eyes searching through the night crowds for the familiar face of his best friend. He turned on his heel to rush toward the bathrooms, figuring Will might had hid in there to avoid people and find some solitude. Mike felt a bit guilty about possibly breaking Will’s solitude but he knew Will wouldn’t really mind. He was comforted by Mike’s presence too and that similarity between them would always ensure that Mike would be there for his friend as much as Will was there for him.

“Will?” he asked once the bathroom door closed behind him. It was surprisingly empty—he expected more people inside but was grateful that he hadn’t simply stumbled into another crowd. One of the stall doors was closed so he went to the plastic door and knocked three times. “Will, are you there?”

“I thought you were gonna stay and watch,” came Will’s weak response. He didn’t sound like he had been crying—Will was a very strong-hearted boy and tears only came in the most emotionally draining of times—but he sounded very exhausted and defeated.

Mike leaned against the door. “Maybe if you hadn’t bolted from the theater like you did, I would.”

“I’m sorry.”

Guilt punched Mike’s stomach. “No, no, it’s not your fault. It’s not your fault.” He turned to face the door and pressed a palm against it. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Will shuffled on the other side. “I’m fine, Mike. You don’t need to harp.”

“Can I come in then? I know you’re not taking a dump.”

Laughter. Sweet, refreshing laughter even if it was tainted with a bit of hysteria from emotional distress. A click came next. “The door is unlocked.”

Mike opened it and clambered inside. He somewhat regretted the decision when he turned to lock the door and found they really didn’t have much room between them like this. Will was seated on the commode, knees pulled up to his chest as he rested his chin on his knees. Mike felt his heart squeeze in sympathy at the sight. His eyes caught Will’s backpack on the cold, tile floor beneath them and he pointed to it. “What’s in the bag you don’t want me to know about?”

“What?” Will looked over at it and his cheeks went pink. “Oh. Nothing important.”

“Your D&D binder is in there.”

Will shrugged. “That’s nothing to write home about.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I just,” and Mike knelt down to grab the backpack, only stopping when Will cried out and untangled himself to reach down and grab it before Mike could.

Will’s hand fell on top of Mike’s and Mike could feel his cheeks burning with heat at the feeling. He was often the one always reaching out, always touchy and comforting in the way he knew worked best with Will, but Will rarely took his hand first, rarely nudged him first, rarely touched first in general, but then Mike was reminded of Will’s fingers brushing against his hand when he was anxious in the mall’s crowds earlier that night. He tried to think back on all the little things Will did to comfort him as he stared at Will’s unmoving hand, and when he looked up, Will was staring right back at him. His eyes were large, green-hazel irises vibrant under the fluorescent bathroom lights. Pink dusted his cheeks in a flush that alluded more toward blush than any physical exertion. His nostrils flared once, flashes fluttering when his eyes darted down to Mike’s lips and—oh, they were so close like this. If Mike really thought about it, he could faintly feel Will’s breath on his lips, more of a ghost feeling than anything, and he…he liked it.

“Mike,” croaked Will. His voice was filled with fear and uncertainty. Mike wanted to wash it away and fill the boy’s soul with comfort and nurtured protection.

Mike slowly turned his hand so his palm was up against Will’s and he didn’t break eye contact with Will as he arranged his hand so he could slip his fingers between Will’s own. He squeezed once, watched the pink in Will’s cheeks turn red, and he knew exactly why he was bothered by the fact that he and Will weren’t together that way. “Whenever you get that view-master feeling,” he started, watching Will’s eyes comically widen, “and you feel stuck between the slides—,”

“—remember you’re not alone.” Will whispered along, his voice shaking at the edges. “Crazy together.”

Mike squeezed Will again, letting his thumb rub the back of the other boy’s hand. “Never forget it’s crazy together. Not just you, not just me. Both of us.”

And then Will kissed him.

Mike’s eyes widened and he released Will’s hand out of shock. Before he could even physically react—mentally, he was jumping between absolute elation and pure fright—Will pulled away and started climbing off the toilet seat. His face was vibrant red and he refused to make eye contact with Mike as he grabbed his bag and stood up, making his way around Mike toward the door. When he heard the click of the door unlock, Mike quickly stood up, gangly limbs flailing as he reached up to grab the top of the door and keep it shut. This pinned Will between the door and Mike’s chest, which had the brunette panicked when he spun around to protest Mike’s sudden actions. Mike reached down to lock the door and then grabbed Will’s face before leaning in to kiss him. He probably looked stupid, eyes squeezed shut and lips puckered like an idiot even though he knew he should let his lips relax and melt against Will’s own. He knew how to kiss and how to let someone kiss him, but nervousness had him acting like he was 12 again.

Maybe it was apropos that he was kissing like a 12-year-old: sloppy, miscalculated, too firm with pressing their lips together and pressing his nose into Will’s cheek. It made Mike feel like he was having his very first kiss all over again; a rebirth of sorts if he really thought about it. Eventually he relaxed and loosened his lips until he had Will’s top lip between his own. He sighed as he pressed in gently, gasping when Will squirmed against him and deepened the kiss as his fists clung to the lapels of Mike’s jean vest. He kissed Will again and again, each kiss belaying a promise to be together, and Will kissed him again and again, repeating the promise and making his own in turn. It was slow; each boy caught in the overwhelming feeling of their lips pressed together and tasting each other and the sizzling emotions that buzzed through them from the constant yet morphing contact.

Mike never wanted this to end. He never wanted to stop tasting Will on his lips but the bang of the bathroom door opening combined with hearty, loud laughter had them splitting apart with a quickness. Will paled so fast Mike thought he would go dizzy from the blood loss but Mike motioned for him to sit on the toilet and pull his feet up so people could only see one pair of legs under the stall as they walked by. Only the sounds of the intruders filled the air. Mike and Will weirdly avoided eye contact with each other until the bathroom emptied out and Will let out a held breath. Mike wasn’t sure if the kissing mood was back—kissing in a bathroom stall was a bit gross anyway—but he really wanted to kiss Will again and ensure that what happened between them wasn’t a dumb vision in his head. He couldn’t find the words to ask though and Will was already climbing off his seat and silently squeezing past Mike to open the door.

They didn’t speak anymore as they left the bathroom stall. Will stood beside him as they both examined themselves in the mirror, fixing their hair and washing their faces so the fish looked more natural in case anyone started asking questions. Mike could feel Will’s body heat like a heater and he wanted to tuck himself next to it for the rest of his days. They walked out the bathroom together too, still silent as they made their way back to their theater and returned to their still empty seats. Lucas and Max watched them with worried gazes but Mike waved them off and they turned back to the movie with shared shrugs.

Mike had practically convinced himself that making out with Will in the bathroom had been a trippy hallucination by the time the movie reached its final scenes. He felt weird, disappointed almost, that he finally realized what he wanted and figured out why El was right when she said he didn’t like her enough to be her boyfriend. But then a calm warmth covered his hand on his thigh and Mike quickly turned to Will, who was blushing but still watching the movie. Will’s fingers started tapping against Mike and it took him a moment to realize it was Morse code.

Is being together okay?

Mike nodded and used his other hand to tap Will in return. More than okay. A pause. What was in your backpack though?

Will sent him a shy smile. I’ll tell you later.

And later, when Lucas and Max left Starcourt before they did, Will opened up his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper from his D&D binder that he quickly folded and pressed it into Mike’s hand. “Don’t be grossed out or whatever when you see it.”

Mike watched blue and pink dance on Will’s skin, giving him an enchanting glow that added to the surreality of the situation. He tucked the paper into his jeans’ pocket with a shrug. “I had your tongue in my mouth earlier so I don’t think a love letter is gonna phase me.”

Will swatted Mike and grabbed his bike. “It’s not like that! Just a stupid doodle.”

The ride back into the resident part of town was spent with Mike teasing Will and trying to guess what exactly was on the paper. Will wouldn’t budge with the details but he did whisper a small thank you when Mike wordlessly passed by the Wheeler’s house and followed Will all the way home. On the Byers’ porch, Mike teased Will with one more joke before kissing his cheek and wishing him a goodnight. Will’s eyes were glowing so bright he could probably outshine the stars and Mike felt cozy inside knowing he had a part in making Will this happy.

At home, Mike unfolded the sheet of paper in the privacy of his room and laughed. It wasn’t much—just their initials in some fancy calligraphy with a heart drawn around it—but it certainly would have been embarrassing for Mike to see without Will’s explicit permission. He traced the letters with a steady finger, thinking about how Will had spent his time drawing this out with the idea that it would be something he could never confess yet kept it close to himself in his backpack for who knew how long. Mike wondered if Will ever planned to show him but figured that was a question that didn’t need an answer. He refolded the sheet and tucked it in the back of his dresser before climbing into his bed to sleep on the exciting and life-changing fact that he, Mike Wheeler, was together with Will Byers.

(The next morning, when Jonathan was stopped by Joyce and she smeared Nancy’s lipstick from his cheek, Will called it gross because, well it kinda was. Joyce claimed that he wouldn’t find things like that gross once he fell in love. Will paused as he grabbed the maple syrup bottle, acted as if he was deeply contemplating something, and then shook his head as he began to pour. “It’s still gross,” he replied, smiling when Joyce’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to ask who Will had fallen in love with, only to be distracted by the fallen magnets on the floor near the fridge.

She never did get to ask but it wasn’t necessary when she reunited with the kids at Starcourt and watched how Will and Mike gravitated toward each other. They weren’t subtle even when they were trying to be, just as kids usually are about their romantic entanglements, and Joyce could do nothing but smile despite the seriousness of the situation as the two boys tried their best to hide the affectionate gazes they couldn’t help but exchange.)

#byler #byeler #yams writes #been sittin on this for a hot minute so!!#here u are anon #if u know how i feel about d&d being code for byler then you know will keeping his semi-confession in his d&d binder had to be done #it just had to #anon #yams answers

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morallygreyprompts · 6 years ago

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Ok so I'm a total sucker for villains getting whumped- can I get Villain getting captured by the 'good guys' and the last thing hero says to them essentially boils down to 'I hate you'. Except that said 'good guys' turn out to be terrible people, Hero and their friends find out they're hurting Villain and storm over there to rescue them but Villain's so messed up that they only recognize Hero?

Ask 94

SAME. I should do it more often, to be honest ^^’ This is a mega oof request and I cannot wait to get this written XD And I wrote A LOT. Like 2K (Mostly in lesson, might I add) so enjoy. It is quite the whump.

The heroes wrestled Villain down onto their knees and tied their hands behind their back whilst Hero loomed over them. “So you’ve won,” Villain grumbled, trying without success to snatch their hand back. “Now what? Prison, house arrest, cage in your cellar?”Hero shrugged. “I don’t know. The Government wants you, said they had a new secure facility for you and any other… villains, like you.”

“Sounds boring. But a villain? That’s what you think of me?” Villain smirked. Hero leaned in close to their face, Villain could only see some odd mix of anger and relief. “I think so much worse of you.”Villain turned their head to see a van pulling in, some grim and stony looking agents inside.

“Looks like my taxi is here,” Villain muttered.

Villain was lifted to their feet and dragged off in the direction of the van by the other heroes.“Hey, [Hero],” Villain called. “All this- this was fun. I hope we can do it again some time.”“Hold it,” Hero said. Their friends stopped, waiting for Hero to catch up. Villain tried to smile away the concern that rose in their chest. Hero was inches away from their face, but Villain wouldn’t break eye contact, wouldn’t wipe that smirk from their lips.

“Let’s make something very clear,” Hero resumed. “I hate you with every speck of my being. I never want to see you again and I don’t care what happens to you. You’re going to rot in there and it’s the least you deserve.”Villain’s face fell slightly. “You don’t mean that. We’ve hardly got ourselves a clear cut relationship here, but-”“Relationship? There is nothing between us, not even an acquaintanceship. You’re a thorn in my side I’m glad to get rid of. I mean every word- get them out of my sight.”

Villain fought against the heroes, shouting “You don’t mean that! I know you don’t! If you hated me you’d have killed me! Hey, where are these guys taking me? [Hero]!” Hero paid them no attention. They’d turned their back on Villain and waited until they were bundled into the van, restrained adequately and whisked away.

Hero stood in the still air, taking deep breaths, trying to block out Villain’s voice that still rang in their head. One of the other heroes came over and put a hand on their shoulder. “You good?”

Hero turned to face them and nodded. “Yeah, just- It. It’s finally done. They’re gone somewhere they won’t hurt anyone but… they weren’t that dangerous compared to some- so why is the Government taking them there of all people?”

Other Hero shrugged. “They’ll be looked after and the city is safe. I know you’re very good at it, but, don’t think too far into this.”

Hero nodded and watched the van fully disappear out of sight.

_____

“They don’t mean that,” Villain mumbled, their thin arms swaying in the shackles above their head. “They don’t mean that. They’ll be sorry, they’ll help. They’ll help, they care. They have to care…” They were so busy mumbling to themselves, trying to find a way to fix the hurt Hero had caused them that they hardly noticed the two guards coming into their cramped cell, constantly illuminated with white light which glowed on the white tiles they were sat on.

It was only when their hands were freed from the shackles that Villain said, “What’ll it be today? Hmmm? The chair? The table? The bath?”

Villain groaned as one of the guards grabbed them by the wrist and exposed a vein for the other to catch with a needle. “Hm, something new then?” they guessed before their eyes slipped shut.

New and underwhelming considering some of what they’d been through. They were hanging from the ceiling by their wrists, but the group of half a dozen guards around them was torture enough. It was quite clear what they had in mind, it had happened once before, but not with this many people. The leader didn’t hesitate in starting, they punched them until their knuckles bled. Villain could hardly stop their vision swimming by the time the next one came at them.

They felt bones break, skin tear and blood pour from their nose, lips, eyebrow and after that Villain was too out of it to know what was going on, but they didn’t stop. Not until all six of them were satisfied and Villain was left hanging, unable to keep their feet at all. Unconsciousness kept claiming them for a little while, like waves on a shore. The entire time they could only think of one person, Hero. That was the only person they could remember anymore.

“Bring them in, it’s time they got in on this,” one of the guards said. Villain was amazed to see one of their Henchmen walk in, one of the younger ones. Villain had considered them family. They didn’t let their surprise show, but that face filled them with hope.“Come on then. Show us what you’re made of,” one guard said.“If you hit them any more chances are they’ll die,” Henchman pointed out, acting unphased. Or were they unphased? Did they care? Hero didn’t, why should anyone else?

“Then aim for the gut, now come on!”

Villain didn’t look at them as they punched them in the gut, in the ribs, and the rare strike to the face. Villain was past the point of making noises, past the point of trying to raise their legs to protect themselves. All they could do was lie there limp and accept the pain at the hands of someone they once thought was a friend. It wasn’t like they had a choice, but the concept hurt them more than any blow, but not as much as Hero abandoning them.

A particularly nasty strike to the stomach winded them, and Henchman stopped, panting.“Burnt… out. A.already?” Villain tried to taunt. They couldn’t see their reaction for their blurring vision, but Villain was sure they saw surprise.“It’s a start,“ one of the guards grunted. "Drag them back to their cell. We’re done here.”

Villain fell into Henchman’s arms as they were released. They held them with as much care as they dared to show in front of the others.

Once they were back in their cell, Henchman waited at the door until they were alone. They took out their phone and Villain couldn’t stop them from taking pictures of them.

“Trophies?” Villain wheezed, curling up on themselves. Their ribs throbbed and their breathing was dangerously shallow. Their body shuddered with exertion. Henchman didn’t answer, but the pitiful look on their face was enough for them to guess that wasn’t what they were for.“Rest up. They’ll probably be back for more soon.”

And watched the door shut, just like they’d watched Hero turn their back on them. They were alone again, and that hurt more than anything.

“They care,” Villain started murmuring to themselves again. Their white lie, the false promise that kept them clinging onto hope. It was something they constantly chanted to themselves now. “[Hero] will come… They care… they, they have to care.”

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Hero slammed Henchman into the wall of the store they’d ben trying to rob. “You picked the wrong store,” Hero grumbled. Henchman didn’t retaliate. “I need your help. That’s why I’m here, doing this.”“Yeah, right.” Hero grabbed them by the collar and marched them out of the store and into an alleyway.

Henchman used their arm like a windmill to free themselves and they stepped back. “Before you start anything. Look. Just look, I need to show you this. After that, you can do what you want.”

Henchman carefully took their phone out and shoved it toward their face. Hero took a moment to focus on what the image was.“[Villain]… What?”

“That ‘Government facility’? It’s a lie. It’s just a group of people who want to make [Villain] suffer for everything they’ve done. Everything they haven’t done, rather. You guys really don’t understand how [Villian] is. You’ve just pinned every crime on them that you can think of and they haven’t done half of it!”

“Is that so?” Hero raised an eyebrow.“[Villain] doesn’t kill,” Henchman snapped. “And they are getting tortured out there. You have to help them, please! You’re their only chance.”

Hero frowned. “Show me that picture again, I need to look again.”

Henchman did so, this time showing them more than one, showing Villain curling up, hugging themselves, the blood dripping onto the floor. Deep scars and sores showed on their wrists and arms. Their face was completely masked in bruises, and they were so thin. So weak…

“It’s been months since they went there… How did you get this?” Hero asked.“I infiltrated the place. I needed to know [Villain] was okay… They’re all I’ve got.” Hero could hear the upset in their voice, the dampness forming in their eyes.“Is this a recent photo?” Hero continued.

“I took this picture yesterday and it really doesn’t show how badly off they are. The first time I saw them I. I had to beat them. They need you, [Hero]. They murmur your name all the time, they’re clinging onto the hope that you care, that you’ll save them. That place, it’s driving them mad. I’ll do anything you say if it means you’ll get them out of there. Hell, I’ll beg on my knees! You’re their only chance.”

Hero’s face looked blank. So many emotions hit them at once that none of them seemed to register in their mind. Anger, confusion, guilt, upset. They couldn’t process it. “You’re coming with me. I’m getting the team and I’m getting them out of there.”

Henchman’s face lit up with hope. “Really?!” They bowed their head low in genuine gratitude. “Thank you, thank you so much! You’ve no idea how much this means to me- and to them.”

“Just get me in there, and if you’re lying then I’ll have you in a worse state than that picture.“

__________

Villain rocked back and forth in their corner, mumbling about Hero. Their ribs screamed at them but it was a pain they were accustomed to. They wanted to sleep, but that would only come to them when they were truly exhausted. They kept their swollen eyes closed to keep the painful light out. It was the only comfort they had now.

Their will was breaking. Villain had never wanted to go home so much in their life. They were never given time to heal and the injuries were stacking up so badly. They’d already suffered water torture this morning, getting dunked in the bath for what felt like hours. It probably was; whoever had them here enjoyed their suffering. No one was going to help them. No one cared. This was all they had to live for now until they were finally permitted to die.

“They don’t care…” Villain realised tears sneaked through their flimsy defences. The cold realisation that they were alone burned their chest, or was that just their over-exerted ribs and lungs? Villain didn’t know and didn’t care anymore. Seeing Henchman had been the final straw, the final betrayal. They were alone, with only the suffering to keep them company.

When the door opened that night, Villain braced for another attack. But when Hero showed up at the door, Villain couldn’t accept what they were seeing.

“[Hero] again… and who are these…” Villain dismissed their sloppy thought process. “Hallucinations… More lies… more trickery. [Hero] doesn’t care. No one cares…”Hero came closer to them, followed by their team, and Henchman in their uniform.

“No more… please… no more,” Villain whispered.

“Shh,” Hero said gently. “Sit up. You’re stressing your ribs, sit up for me and it’ll be better.”Villain didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge what was said. “You’re… not. Not real…”

“I am, [Villain]. I’m here, I’ve come to save you. [Henchman], they raised the alarm. We came as soon as we heard.”“[Hero] hates me… won’t come.”

Hero crouched down beside them and put a warm hand on their shoulder. “I am so sorry, [Villain]. You were right, I never meant those things, but I was upset. I want to fix this- I should never have let it happen in the first place but I want to help however I can now.”

Villain still didn’t answer.“Sit up, please,” Hero said gently. “It’ll help.”Villain strained their weak limbs to force themselves back against the wall, sitting up, face shiny with sweat, hair long and filthy, tatty and unkempt.

Villain reached forward and hugged Hero, not caring for the pain in their ribs. If they hugged it, it would disappear. It would go away and leave them to rot. But it didn’t. Hero stayed there, hugged them back, stroking the back of their head.

“I’m going to fix this,” Hero promised. They paused when they heard Villain sob, the way they pressed their head into the crook of Hero’s neck. Hero felt hot tears of their own.

“[Other Hero], get me that wheelchair. We need to get them back to the base, desperately.”Other Hero left and returned triumphant a few moments later. Hero struggled to help them in, but Villain would not let go of them. “Who are they?” they asked.

Hero looked at their team in confusion. “You… don’t remember? They’re my team. They want to help you too. It’s okay.” Hero managed to slip away from Villain so they could push the wheelchair, but Hero had to hang a hand over Villain’s shoulder for them to hold.

“They care,” Villain continued to murmur again with a weak smile. “I knew they cared…” They went limp in their chair.

#hero and villain #writing prompts #ask #snippet #long post #hero #villain #whump #like mega whump #not injury but captivity mostly #captivity #oof

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lancetuckershairgel · 5 years ago

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Warnings: language, angst :)

Tag List: (on my phone so sorry if I miss anyone) @southernbell91 @godofplumsandthunder @jamesbarnesappreciationclub @book-dragon-13 @brat-in-a-teacup @mycupoffanfiction @msruchita @anxiousamandapanda @jobean12-blog @bonkybarnes107

"Griffin!"

Lucy looked up from her spot in the floor of the common room when the guard called her name. She clutched the teddy bear close to her as she stood up.

"I didn't do anything" She said defensively

"Not why I'm here. Transport is pulling in, you've got court."

"What? My court date isn't for another month. I haven't even gotten placement yet."

The guard just shrugged and lead her into the processing area. Two county police officers entered the center and one looked at the bear in her hands.

"Sorry Miss, the bear has to stay here."

"Oh."

Lucy reluctantly handed over Mr Snow to the guard. She wanted to argue but defying a guards orders meant having points taken off and privileges removed. She gave a longing look to Mr. Snow as the cop handcuffed her. Mr Snow, a proper name for any white bear, hadn't left Lucy's side since Chris gave him to her. He was comforting at night and was a reminder that there was life outside of the jail walls, and that there were people who cared about her. She didn't care that the other girls called her a baby for carrying him around.

"I'll put it on your bunk" the guard promised

During the drive Lucy looked out the window, mostly admiring the scenes of the outside but also wondering what the court hearing was about. The officers driving her didn't have any answers so she just had to wait. Lucy hated waiting.

When they walked into the courtroom Lucy first saw Chris sitting at the table with a man in a suit. Erin and the social worker were behind him.

"Lucy!"

A high pitched squeal turned Lucy's attention to the other table where she saw the Michaels' and her sister.

"Lily?!"

Lily struggled out of her foster mother's grasp and began to run toward Lucy but Chris stepped in and scooped her up, quietly explaining that she couldn't be with Lucy yet. Lily pouted and refused to go back to the foster family. The officers lead Lucy over to the bench behind the Michaels as the bailiff walked in.

"All rise!"

Everyone stood as the judge entered the courtroom. Lucy lowered her head, remembering the last time she was in front of him.

"We're here today regarding custody of Lucy and Lily Griffin. Jeff and Samantha Michaels wish to adopt Lily Griffin and Chris Haven is requesting custody of both girls. Is this correct?" The judge asked both lawyers

"Custody?! Chris?" Lucy thought to herself as she looked wide eyed over at Chris who turned to wink at her

"The girls father abandoned them a month ago, and all attempts to contact him have been futile." Chris' lawyer began his statement "My client has known Lucy for a year now, having grown close to her during his time at her school. He then worked closely with Lily. Both girls are close to Mr Haven and respect him."

Lucy raised her eyebrows but kept quiet.

"I see. Mr Haven, are you aware of the responsibility that taking on these girls will bring? You are a single male, why exactly do you want this task?"

Chris stood and chuckled as Lily clung to him so he lifted her and adjusted her against his hip. She buried her face shyly into his shoulder.

"I'm aware of what it takes, and while I don't doubt it will take some adjusting, I am fully prepared and ready for this. I feel that it's important for the girls to stay together, and they need a stable, loving household which I am prepared to provide for them."

"Would the girls have a safe living space inside your home?".

"Yes, they would each have their own bedrooms. I have several ideas for furniture and design but I wanted to have their input, and custody, before I bought anything."

"Understood."

The judge then turned to the other side of the room and the lawyer for the Michaels' stood to present her case.

"Your honor, Lily has only been with the family for a few weeks but has already made great strides in recovering."

"Recovering from what?" Lucy muttered bitterly but was shushed by one of the officers

"She is in counseling and has been going to therapy for her speech and learning disabilities. Her academics have been improving and her teachers are pleased with her progress. We feel that the Michaels are a great fit for Lily."

Lucy rolled her eyes as the judge nodded and made some notes on his pad.

"Now, for Lucy Griffin. She is currently staying in the Denton center for young girls for" the judge paused and looked over the notes "Leaving the group home and attempted kidnapping."

"Hers didn't kidnap me! I ran away!" Lily said loudly to everyone's surprise and Chris tried to quiet her but the judge raised his hand before smiling softly at her

"You ran away?" He asked "Why?"

"Uh huh. I don't want to be with them." Lily pointed to her foster family and Lucy couldn't help but snicker as Samantha looked hurt.

"You don't? Do you not like Mr and Mrs Michales?"

"They're ok. They're nice but they ain't my sister."

The judge just nodded and made another note.

After more questions and back and forth between the two lawyers and the judge, the meeting was adjourned without a decision being made. The judge set another court date for three days away and left the room. Chris and his lawyer talked quietly to the Michaels for a moment before they left with a crying Lily. The police allowed Chris a moment with Lucy.

"You want us?" Lucy asked, her eyes still wide

"I told you I was going to fix this. I want you and Lily to be together and I want you both to rebuild and be happy."

"Do you think those people are really gonna get Lily?"

"They've got a strong case and a lot more experience than I do, but don't give up ok?"

Chris nudged her chin with his knuckle and bid farewell to his fellow officers. They escorted Lucy out of the courtroom and back to the cruiser.

During the ride Lucy thought about what it would be like to live with Chris. To have freedom, but rules. To be with Lily again and to have a father. She tried to push the hopes and excitement away, telling herself that something would happen and she would end up disappointed.

"He'll just leave us like everyone else." She thought to herself

Back at the detention center, Lucy was hoping to be able to tell Julie about the news but she stopped short when she entered the bunks. On her bed was the scattered remains of Mr Snow. His head had been ripped from his body and white stuffing was spread out across the flat mattress. With a shaking hand Lucy picked up the piece of paper laying next to the dismembered head.

"Cry about it, baby bitch."

"Who fucking did this?!" Lucy screeched, making several girls and guards jump "WHO?!"

Lucy's eyes angrily scanned the room until they landed on Valencia, the toughest girl in the center. Valencia was one of the "popular" girls. Everyone followed her around and wanted to be her friend, mostly because they were scared of her. Not Lucy. She didn't like Valencia's attitude, nor anything about her really. A rumor was going around amongst the girls that she was in for attempted murder.

Lucy's hands clenched into fists and before any of the guards could move fast enough to stop her, she pounced on the girl, taking her to the floor. When two guards finally managed to pull Lucy away, Valencia laid against the concrete, blood pouring from her lips, nose, and a gash above her eyebrow.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Lucy screamed as she was hauled away

"Sit down." The guard huffed as he pushed Lucy into the isolation cell. "This is going to cost you big time."

Lucy sat against the wall and began to sob and shake with rage as she was plunged into complete darkness.

#safe haven #destroyer!chris #fanfic #fan fiction #sebastian stan

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fatherquesadilla · 5 years ago

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Orion D. Black -They/Them · @DungeonCommandr

4th Jul 2020 from TwitLonger

my statement

"It's July 3th and I no longer work for Wizards of the Coast. I no longer work on D&D, the little that I did. This is going to be a long thread and my last for quite a while, so bear with me.

I took the job for two reasons. The first was for the dream. To escape poverty doing what I love, writing and making games. The second was to make D&D welcoming to the millions who are scorned by it.

A lot of people had hope for D&D that they carried with me. While some people were upset to see me work for a corporation that overshadows indie, others hoped that I would be able to make real change. I tried. I failed. And I lost a lot.

Liking a tweet or post, RTing, or even following people who speak ill of WotC can lose you your job in an instant. That's why you never see it happen. @Zbeg is 100% correct. It's a silencing tool. I can say more now.

Kindness doesn't replace respect. Working within your comfort zone doesnt support change. Most people in that group were not ready for me to be there, a nonbinary Black person who would actually critique their problems. Idk what they expected.

I worked hard for a very long time. I got a lot of smiles and vocal support, but it was followed by inaction and being ignored. My coworkers were frustrated for me, and still are now. I confided in them often, cried on shoulders on a few occasions.

I realized at one point that leadership had given me 2 assignments over about 5 months. It was mostly me asking project leads for work, searching out opportunities. Leadership didnt really care about me or my growth. I had to.

I firmly believe that I was a diversity hire. There was no expectation for me to do much of anything. I probably disrupted them by being vocal and following up. It didnt matter if I was supported by seniors and positive.

I think genuine people proposed me as an option and it was accepted because it would look like a radical positive change. It would help quiet vocal outrage. And because I had to stay silent, it was a safe bet.

I started to lose all of my confidence. I started to lose trust in myself. After finding out that I wasnt getting an extension or FTE, I resolved to just finish things out and take care of myself. To stop fighting and to just survive, quietly. But it just kept getting worse.

They would talk about how they're going to start working on treating staff better, retaining contractors, actually answering questions. How much they were invested in diversity and change even though they hired two cis white dudes into two big leadership positions during this. One of whom claimed that he doesnt know what he's doing. No shit. I never want to hear "maybe they just hire the best person for the job" again.

I found out that some of my work was stolen, which destroyed me. It lined up with a project they were going to do and I had sent it in to someone in leadership months ago. The project was announced and this person who contributed "forgot" that we had a meeting where I gave them my ideas, and then a follow up document the day after. I knew nothing was going to be done about it. Someone else told me that the person said sorry that they forgot. That's it.

I was really losing my ability to do much of anything. I have depression and anxiety and ADHD, all of which I manage pretty well. But those parts of me were under the pressure of being ignored, disrespected, "forgotten", and not being able to say a word to the world.

Then, as social unrest continued global due to BLM, the D&D team comes out with their statement. It was like a slap in the face. How much they care about people of color, how much changing things (that I and others had been pushing for months, if not longer) was just going to happen now. It took weeks of protesting across the globe to get D&D to do what people they hired have been already telling them to fix. You cannot, CANNOT say Black lives matter when you cannot respect the Black people who you exploit at 1/3rd your pay, for progressive ideas you pick apart until it's comfortable, for your millions of profit year over year. People of color can make art and freelance, but are never hired. D&D takes what they want from marginalized people, give them scraps, and claim progress.

I spent my time in that building worrying about how much people hated me for working there. I spent a lot of time thinking about how much it hurt to work there. I had and still have supporters, and many. Thanks to you all for being my voice and speaking out when I could not. But I felt so isolated and alone. If not for some coworkers who checked in on me, who were going through the same things? I would've quit. Every angry statement about D&D felt personal because I couldn't fix it. Because I failed, whether it was my fault or not. I felt like I was being trashed by everyone because I could not disconnect what I set as a personal responsibility from the state of the game. That part IS my fault.

But I wound up as I am now because of all of this and much, much more. I am depressed. I am unable to write. I constantly question if anything I create is worth anything. I feel like I let everyone down, and no matter how much people tell me I didnt, that doesnt change. I feel guilty for not being what y'all needed me to be, what I wanted to be, and betrayed for how I was treated at that company. It's an exceptionally kind place on the D&D team. People are very nice to each other in a very genuine way that I truly enjoyed. However, that doesnt replace respect. That doesnt delete how I was treated. It doesnt change the fact that I honestly never want to play a trpg again and am definitely not working in that field anymore.

I know that I'm probably losing a ton of opportunities writing elsewhere because of what I've said here, as well as what I've sent in internally. It may mean that I will return to poverty, which makes me feel like a failure to my race, my family, and my partner who I want to provide the world. But under all these things, I have my integrity. I worked my ass off. I did my best for as long as I could. And I didnt let them treat me like that without telling the world what needs to be said.

Trust actions, not words. Not "look at how much we freelance so and so", because freelancing is exploitation of diversity with no support for the freelancer. Not "here we finally did what we KNOW we should've done a long time ago", because they only care about how optics turn to dollars. EVERYTHING involving D&D will continue to farm marginalized people for the looks and never put them in leadership. They wont be put on staff. They will be held at arms length. I hope they prove me wrong.

A lot of BIPOC and other marginalized people are trying to make their way by using D&D. Dont shame them for that. Think about how much, and when you wield your anger, that it is done righteously.

That said, I dont recommend to anyone, working for the D&D department of Wizards of the Coast."

https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sra9pq

#I'm done with them #i've been playing since Volo's was new #and i've been frustrated with their financial screwing over of players #and their continued cultural appropriation and stereotyping #I'm never touching their products again #wizards of the coast #wotc #dungeons & dragons #d&d #time to find some new systems to play

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I'm not sure why I haven't posted anything here yet since this world craziness started... Normally I would have bombarded it with posts everyday and such.

This social distancing is my life style, so I've been doing pretty okay better than most unfortunatly. Thank you Tumblr, and hours of scrolling for preparing me for this moment in time!

I've been filling my days with video games, reading and trying to force myself out for runs. I've helped my mum clean the house. (She has a bad back and would end up killing myself if I didn't go over every once in a while to help out)

I've also recently shaved my head! Finally, I've wanted to do it for years to see what I'd look like and to get rid of the years of dying it and hairstyle frustrations. I like it, but some days I get self conscious and don't end up going for runs. But maybe I'm just using that as an excuse and I'm just hella laazy!

It's a learning curve for sure, I've been reading a lot of philosophy lately and listening to the philosophize this podcast for the past year now so I've been trying to work on myself, thinking more and trying to meditate and gain self confidence and just be able to help myself help others. If that makes sense? Anyway, cutting off all your hair really helps practice Stoicism. There's no instant regrowth, and my hair takes longer to grow out than normal people.

I do love myself, a hella a lot more than I used to. There's nothing I wouldn't change, and I think that mind set alone has been what gets me out the door more often for runs and wanting to take care of my body and mind!!

I've also been cooking more, to save on money and because I'm not a huge advocate for waste being delivered to my door. I have had breakdowns however, I did it twice, I've ordered breakfast for myself to help me get up earlier and to get better coffee. Because the Maxwell can is not working out for me, and it's so gross, its taking me forever to get through it! I'll still drink it though, because, caffeine! Hello.

Back to cooking more! I've been mostly making mashed potatoes and what nots, but I'll occasionally make a vegan grilled cheese or have vegan hot dogs! I've made some pasta, quinoa and lately before bed I'll get a chia bowl ready to set while I sleep. That's pretty healthy and delicious. I've made terrible pancakes, I accidently got the whole wheat flour rather than the other stuff, soo that wasn't a fun mistake. Alas, no waste, so I have to make it into things!

I also signed up for a sustainable cities online course, lots of reading, but it was on sale. If anything it'll help me plan imaginary cities better in my head and I'll be able to put it on resumes. So level up?

I've re arranged my living room so I can easily switch between laptop and PlayStation without having to get up for any reason! +40 laziness. Aha. Fun.

Cats bombard with with attention and cuddles All. The. Damn. Time. I thought cats were supposed to not care and be independent and stuffs. Not my cats, noo. I wake up pinned, cat by my head, in the curve of my back and on my feet! If I'm laying on my back xews will be on my chest. Like hello! Let me breathe. They follow me to the bathroom, and to the couch! My couch is tiny, and all three of them find a little spot and take up all the space. It's hard to take notes! Anyway. I love them, I love their cuddles I'll never take them for granted and I'll always be like okai in the lap you go! It's nice playing a videogame with your cats stretching their paw onto your paw!. #catmum

Works been telling me the new opening day is July 3rd.. July 3rd two more months of this madness. I'm okay with it though, I'll hopefully finish the online course and get out for more runs! I've signed up the the social distancing run thing, I'm hoping to do a 10k for it!

Our government is all over the place about everything, and its making people crazy! There's lies, uncertainty questions unanswered. There's conspiracies left and right and I don't know which ones to believe. I mean some seem drastic and obviously crazier than others. I'm just not politically educated enough for this. But what if they're true to? I dunno, I've been watching a lot of things and reading stuff of history and stuffs and theirs some people that end up being corrected and proven right when people thought they were insane ? And yea people are just crazy and have their crazy thoughts. I dunno. I just want to have a back seat, and I mean my first and foremost fight is with nature, so my bias towards anything will be on how it affects the future of how we live with nature. If that makes sense? I could go on and on about this part, but this part makes me the most unwary and depressed honestly. I've been crying for days about this and where I stand, I've always been one to stand with the people. But which people? My brain hurts. I'm a sheep guys. I'm a sheep. I'm just a very lost sheeple.

People that I know from South Africa sent me a message saying that they were starving and asked for help, I wasn't sure what to do. I sent them some money, but I don't have much to give. I hope it'll be enough to get them by for a couple of days! I haven't heard from her since? So I don't know?

Anyways.

I haven't heard from my possibly future school yet about the upcoming semester and what to do, am I still able to go? Are they going to be opened by end of August? Will I be allowed to travel to another province? I'll wait till the end of May to send an email and find out! I am not doing that course online, I have a hard enough time motivating myself to do this current baby course. And I really want to do well in this course if I get there! It was a whole thing guys.

Before all this started I had started therapy, volunteering for the theater and taekwando. I'm really sad that i haven't been able to take part in these new hobbies. I had the chance to volunteer for the opening of the wizard of oz production before all the other shows at the theater got cancelled. It was amazing. Maybe I'll be able to do something similar while I'm in Vancouver. I only had one beginning trial class for taekwando, I'm slightly sad because by the time it reopens I'll probably be heading to Vancouver and won't be able to attend.

Cancelling therapy was the hardest, I had just started after years and years of being afraid to go for many reasons. I only got two sessions in before having to stop due to being laid off. But it's okay, because I still have my writing as my therapy. I end up asking the questions to myself while writing. I've read a lot of psychology, well not a lot, but a good amount. But the extra help and guidance was nice. I learned new terminology that applied to myself and my childhood and a couple other things that I'm able to sit back and acknowledge during meditations.

It was like I was finally getting out more, trying to fix myself, trying to go meet new friends and say hello to the world. And then the world was like nah. Back to social distancing! Kay, thaanks.

The last three or so days I've felt a little pull back into myself and I couldn't motivate myself lately. I think a large part of it was due to an argument I had with my mother, and the political drama that's been going on lately.

Wanting to go on runs or outside to enjoy the chilly sunny day has been a struggle, when it hasn't been I'm a while. I was playing ESO with a couple friends when all of a sudden all I wanted to do was just lay on the couch, curl up with my eyes closed and just bleh. I listening to the ESO music for a while and remembered that I haven't wrote anything in a long while on Tumblr or anywhere. So here I am, returning to my old therapy just writing my garbage thoughts to replace them with happier more motivated ones. It's sort of working, we'll see how the day goes.

All in all, I'm okay, my family is okay. And only time will tell what craziness is next for this year!

If anyone read this far down, first of all thank you. You're probably someone that I love! Love you <3 and I hope you're also doing well, and staying safe!!!

#xews #sleep #thoughts #personal #me #writings #writing #therapy

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