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lunch break :P
bp!tubbo and tommy sharing some rations in pogtopia for @sixteenth-day-event prompt "kindness" :3 i think about bptubbo risking his stupid skin to feed his loser bestie&co often
#sixteenthdayevent#things i make#dsmp#dream smp fanart#tommyinnit#tubbo#clingyduo#clingyduo fanart#pogtopia clingyduo are so special to me anyways so. ya#struggled a littl and also thought i wouldnt get anything out in time but im happy with this regardless!!! i like how tommy came out#better than tubbo but w/e :3#bptechno bringing them literal military rations vs bptubbo bringing them leftovers in tupperwares and tinfoil . idk they are special#block party#how did i forget the block party tag .
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PROMPTS OF ALL PROMPTS
I would definitely make intense smut prompts later! For now I hope you enjoy these fluff angst prompts instead!
Requests are always opened!
For others that want to use these prompts! You're free to do so! Just tag me no need to credit. I would love to read it and see what you came up with!
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FLUFF PROMPTS
“Can you hug me”
“My teammates gets annoyed because I talk about you 24/7”
“Can we have a date night tonight?”
“Do you know you're pretty”
“Why are you being a pain?”
“Stop simping for me you simp”
“Your blushing you idiot”
“Are you kidding me? I love cuddles”
“Your hair smells good.”
“I just want to lay here all day”
“Can you wash my hair for me?”
“I really need you right now”
“I like you.. well no… I love you”
“I love your smile”
“You sent me inappropriate pictures. When I was out in public”
“Why are you so clingy?”
“Fine. We can stay home tonight”
“Dance with me in the rain”
“Let’s jump in the puddles!”
“Can I sit on your lap?”
“Kiss me please!”
“Can you rub my arm in circles?”
“I’m wearing your shirt if that’s fine!”
“This still smells like you” (long distant or for breakups)
“Your mom gave me pictures of you when you were a baby.”
“Stop you’re making me blush in public”
“Don’t… I’m ticklish —“
“I can’t sleep can I stay here”
“I had a nightmare…”
“I care about you”
“You mean everything to me”
“You make me feel like I’m at home every time”
“Can I give you a hug? You look like you need one”
“Stop denying it! You need sleep”
“You’re so adorable.”
“You make me so happy.”
“I need pads”
“I don’t ever want to lose you”
“I feel better now that you’re here with me”
“It’s like we are meant to be”
“I’m not going anywhere”
“I feel safe when I’m with you”
“I can’t reach the top shelf.. Can you help?”
“Here take my jacket.”
“I just started my period…”
“I’m right here baby, it’s okay”
“I’m so in love with you.”
“I’m never leaving you.”
“You're mine forever.”
“Should we make it official?”
BEACH PROMPTS
“Can you do my sunscreen?”
“Why is your massages better than you scratching my back”
“Please come in the water”
“Stop it’s cold!”
“I'm going to splash you!”
“My sandcastle is better than yours”
“I won!”
“Don’t throw me in the water!!!”
“I’m trying to tan”
“Stand in front of me you block the sun”
“Can you give me a piggyback”
“The sand is hot”
“Come with me on the floatie!”
“Can you set up the umbrella?”
WINTER PROMPTS
“it’s snowing!”
“We are locked in…”
“Let’s look at the stars through the window”
“Can we bake gingerbread cookies”
“You got frosting on your face”
“It’s so cold..”
“I love hot coco.”
“Look! I caught a snowflake in my mouth!”
“You got snow in your hair!”
“My snowman is better!”
“Whoever gets to the bottom of the hill first wins!”
“It’s freezing, could you turn on the heat?”
“Snowball fight!!!”
“I got snow in my boots, now my feet are cold.”
“Dw! I’ll warm you up!”
“Let’s build a fort!”
“This is the perfect time to set up the Christmas tree!”
“Ooh! I love sledding!”
“Woo! That was sooo fun!”
“Here! I made this one just for you!”
“You have such good decorating skills!”
SUMMER/CAMPING PROMPTS
“It’s so hot!”
“Can I borrow your hat please?”
“May you buy me a slushie? I forgot my wallet”
“The mosquitoes are killing me”
“Here let me spray you”
“Let’s go on a hike!”
“The sun is so bright.”
“Did you forget the sunscreen.”
“Baby, can you get my backside please?”
“I want to go swimming.”
“Can we just stay inside!”
“This is the perfect spot to set up our campsite.”
“I got the marshmallows!”
“I’ll help you set up the tent. But.. I don’t know how.”
“I’m already tired.”
“Let's roast marshmallows!”
“I made a smore just for you!”
“We can share.”
“Come swimming with me!”
“The water is sooo warm.”
“I rented a boat. You know how to drive it right..?”
“Don’t worry, of course I got the beer.”
“I love summer parties.”
“No… I didn’t steal your towel… Ok fine I did”
“Put me down – Ok ok fine fine! You win.”
“Can we go on a road trip?”
“You pushed me into the water, you jerk!”
“I couldn’t help myself… All the ice-cream flavours looked so good!”
“I didn’t buy any more ice cream.. The receipts are lies!!!!”
“Can we stay longer!!”
ANGST/ARGUMENT/BREAKUP PROMPTS
“You promised me.”
“You lied. You said you would never leave me.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know everything”
“Please don’t do this.”
“I loved you.”
“Why don’t you trust me”
“This can’t be goodbye.”
“Please don’t walk out.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I don’t love you.”
“We were never meant to be.”
“I just wanted to be enough for you.”
“I don’t forgive you.”
“Stop saying sorry! It’s always ‘I’m sorry’. When you really aren’t”
“If you’re sorry, why did you leave me?”
“You thought I was dumb.”
“I know you’re lying.”
“Why did I fall in love with you.”
“I’m so stupid to think we had something.”
“You never cared about me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Stop being selfish.”
“I moved on.”
“You cheated on me.”
“This isn’t working…”
“No. We can’t… we are too toxic for each other.”
“Why me..”
“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”
“I’m done.”
“It’s better if we just stop seeing each other.”
“I can’t love you.”
“You broke my heart so carelessly. Now you want forgiveness?”
“You don’t deserve me.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Your always mad at me.”
“What do you want? Because I could care less.”
“I was such a fool.”
“You talked to her and then lied about it.”
“You told people that you were single…”
“I thought you loved me..”
“How could you…”
“That’s not going to happen. I already told you.”
“What's wrong with you seriously?”
“You lost me”
“Where’s your new gf/bf?”
“Shouldn’t you be with your new gf/bf”
“I thought things were going amazing”
“I thought wrong…”
“This is goodbye.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“I can’t live without you.’
“What did you expect me to say?”
“Our relationship is in the past. I’m sorry.”
“I like someone else.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“How did you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”
“I think it’s best if we don’t meet again.”
“You didn’t love me, did you?”
“I hope you're happier.”
“At least you got what you wanted”
“I was miserable and I still loved you.”
“Stop pretending. You wanted me like this… You wanted me broken and you got what you wanted.”
“We can’t keep talking. This isn’t healthy.”
“It’s best if we stop talking… like forever.”
“You're not the same person I fell in love with.”
“You don’t own me.”
“You act like everything is fine when it’s not!”
“Can we not argue for once.”
“Not now. Not even in a million years. I would ever think to give you another chance.”
“I fell for your lies again, and now I’m not anymore.”
“I was nothing to you. I was only a toy for you to manipulate and I fell for it.”
“Why wouldn’t you admit to everything! This was all your fault.”
“I hate you.”
“I despise you.”
“You were my ride or die.”
“I don’t fall in love. I don’t want to be loved or love someone else.”
“If I leave you know you would never see me again.”
“I deserve better.”
“You were my first and would be my last.”
“Don’t – Don’t make me fall in love again.”
“You know we can’t..”
“I know this is random and we haven’t talked in awhile.. But can you stay with me one more night and just forget about everything.”
“It was indeed. The wrong place the wrong time”
“Good for you!”
“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”
“We shouldn’t be together anymore. I’m supposed to hate you.”
“How could I be so oblivious..”
“Why did I even think I could be enough for you.”
“I needed to hold you once more.”
“I don’t understand.. Wha- what are you saying..”
“I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”
“Don’t bother to call me when you need something later.”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just mad..”
“Please forgive me.”
“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good.”
“Do you not understand the words ‘I’m done’.”
“Haha! You think I love you? That’s pathetic.”
FICS/STORY IDEAS
Here’s some storyline ideas. You can decide if you want it angst or fluff or whatever! I don’t mind if you take this ideas. You don’t need to credit just a tag, so I could read it! Would be great!
All the promises were already broken.
Just one more night with no feelings, nothing. After that we forget.
Reader finds out their relationship was nothing, but a lie.
He wanted her back. She moved on.
Even after breaking up. They still find ways back to each other.
He manipulated her and she fell for it.
They are toxic for each other. But always end up in bed with each other.
He wanted her back but she isn’t giving him another chance.
He left her and she still wanted him back.
They were never meant to be and they knew that. They just can’t let each other go.
She just wanted to be enough for him, but he didn’t care.
He cheated and she found out. Now he realized he can’t live without her.
He didn’t deserve her. But her love for him is stronger.
They thought they had something. But then decided it was best if they stopped seeing each other.
She always forgave him, but this time she didn’t.
How could you be in love with someone who is always mad at you. She knew it was best if she just left. But after everything they've been through it wasn’t going to be easy.
She couldn’t love him as much as she wanted to. It was forbidden to sleep with someone you worked for. But she couldn’t help but ignore the rule.
He was such a fool for letting her into his life. But maybe it was the best thing to happen to him.
They broke up, but they can’t live without each other.
Their relationship was fragments of the past, but deep down their love was still stronger than ever. What happens when they meet again?
She thought things were going amazing. Well she thought wrong.
He got what he wanted and he was happy. Meanwhile she was still broken and miserable.
Their relationship was amazing at the start. But over time the person that she fell in love with wasn’t the same.
After years of talking. They decided it was best if they stopped. Maybe it actually didn’t stop in the end.
He didn’t listen and thought everything was fine. She knew everything wasn’t fine and just wanted him to listen.
She despised him. He was arrogant and only cared about himself. That was until he gave her a ride home.
She didn’t want to fall in love with him again until his touch made her do the one thing she didn’t want to do ‘fall in love again’.
They stopped talking, but he called her wanting just one more night to forget about everything.
No denying they loved each other. But this was their third breakup. It was just best if she left for good.
He was her first love and would be her last. (either she could meet someone else or something!)
He didn't care about any girls and most importantly. He didn’t fall in love. That was until he saw her and his whole life changed.
She knew he was pretending and she wasn’t falling for it.
After years of dating they finally said the 3 words. ‘I love you’
Maybe being snowed in wasn’t so bad after all.
He didn’t seem to understand the words ‘I’m done.’ If they were done, why was she in his bed again.
After years of apologizing. Apology accepted.
After she said don’t ‘bother calling when you need something’. Turns out it was her in the end calling for something.
Maybe jealousy is something that can reunite the flame that was lost.
He was jealous and she didn’t care.
She didn’t trust him. Until one night when drinks got the best of her, and waking up on his couch realized how wrong she was.
She thought he didn’t love her. Until he showed her how much he did.
He didn’t understand that she was breaking up with him. She wanted so badly to say no. But her desires got the best of her.
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"Now we're throwing paper planes into the sky, knowing they will crash and burn."
Tags: middle sibling Itoshi!gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, listen to this song while reading for the extra pain❤️, all characters are in their early-mid 20s, reader isn't a soccer player
I recommend reading part 1 and part 2 first
Requests open. Itoshi sibling masterlist and regular masterlist
It's something they should have noticed earlier. Really, way earlier.
And when the reality hit them, they knew it was their fault.
All of you have moved out of your parents' home by now. You were the last one to do so, that was two years ago. You can count on one hand how many times you've seen your brothers in this time, while you can't even count the times you thought of your brothers and missed them, the times you've attempted to reach out, and the times they've ignored you.
Whenever you met them, it was either all about soccer or you would get treated as if you were still a young teenager. Even by Rin. Rin, who is a year younger than you. And Sae, who treated Rin appropriately for his age, but treated you so differently.
You even tried addressing your problems to them, but they'd either ignore you or talked you down in the "We're your brothers, we know what's best for you"-way.
Their behaviour, and the way they treated, ignored and abandoned you, but especially their ignorance, all of those things are what made you realize you should stop reaching out to them, for the sake of your own mental health. And as much as it hurt you, it's exactly what you did. It was painful, but it would be worth sparing you the ongoing pain of being ignored or treated like a teenager all the time.
As time passed on, you found joy in other things in life, making you forget about your brothers most of the time. But when you did think about them, you would always hopelessly wonder if they will ever notice the way they treated you was wrong.
And then, they did realize.
It was Sae's birthday party. He had invited you, but not Rin, due to their still ongoing rivalry. But when you didn't come, Sae started texting and calling you over and over. But you ignored all the calls and texts. Until you've had enough and straight up blocked him.
Something about this flipped a switch in Sae's brain. As he saw his chat history with you on his phone, he saw all the messages he left unanswered. It made his mind travel to the last few times he met you and how annoyed you were at some of the things he said towards you.
And then he remembered that one time you tried telling him how uncomfortable you were with the way he treated you.
At his realization, he called Rin, which he usually never did. Even in their early adulthood, their rivalry was still going on. But this was so important, he just had to talk to Rin about it.
Rin was confused why Sae would call him, but picked up anyways. When he heard Sae's reason for calling him, his heart almost dropped.
Because it was Sae's birthday party, they didn't get to talk for long. But they did on the next day. But Sae didn't get to properly enjoy the party anyways.
The next day, Sae and Rin had a long phone call in the afternoon, only talking about you. They don't remember ever having a conversation as serious as this one.
And the realization of how wrongly they treated you is painful for both of them. They might still have their rivalry going on, but you're their sibling, and they want to fix what they've caused.
But you're unresponsive to all their calls and messages.
Did they really lose you?
#bllk#blue lock#blue lock irn#blue lock sae#sae itoshi#itoshi sae#sae itoshi x you#sae itoshi x reader#rin itoshi#itoshi rin#rin itoshi x you#rin itoshi x reader#blue lock x you#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock scenarios#bllk scenarios
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hello! i was wondering if you could write prompt #2 with jamil? your one from just the other day is so good (and slightly heartbreaking), thank you in advance if you do!
Gn!Reader x Jamil Viper
2. “Why are you mad?”
”I'm not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”
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”So, truth or dare, Y/n?”
You stared at the empty bottle between you and Cater, trying to understand how you found yourself at this point of your life.
This kind of parties, loud and overwhelming ones, never were your favourites. But, still, you tagged along with others this time. Just hoping to see a certain someone.
A certain someone, who was indifferently staring at the ceiling, while he was sitting on the coach with his housewarden.
A very certain Jamil Viper.
”Dare,” you decided boldly, others supporting such a reckless decision—you could never trust Cater in these games, really—with low whistles. ”I am waiting, Cay-Cay. Do your worst.”
You always liked Jamil. And once, it seemed, he liked you, too. At least, he was willing to spend time with you, offer you some consolation, and share meals, if he had some time.
But then, he overbolted.
”Bold as always, aren't ya?” Cater leaned closer to you, eyes narrowing curiously. ”I dare you to...”
And everything went down the hill.
Suddenly, he started to ignore you completely, and if he didn't, you wish he did, because his mean words hurt you all the same.
”...Kiss the one guy, who you would trust your drink with.”
At first, you even thought about forgetting him. It seemed healthy. But it didn't seem right.
So, instead, you played dirty. By catching his attention and doing something stupid or questionable in an attempt to see when will he snap. Snap enough to look at you. To see you.
”That's easy,” you smiled, turning on your left, to Diasomnia students. ”Silver, can I kiss you?”
”Woah!”
”Wait, wait, why him?!”
”Damn, I hoped they would choose me...”
Silver's cheeks blushed as he furrowed slightly to your suggestion. Your smile grew wider, when you noticed how dangerously tight Jamil's grip got on his cup.
”I mean, you can. It is the game, after all,” Silver reassured you in a beat.
You beamed. Not wasting any more minute, you leaned closer to him, and pressed your palms to his cheeks, slowly connecting your lips. He gasped in your mouth, almost out of surprise, and you moved even deeper, stroking his cheeks gently.
”Ouch, Jamil!”
You didn't need to turn away to see what happened.
But Silver shuddered from a sudden sound, and so, you parted.
Jamil broke his glass.
”I apologise,” he muttered, never liking to much attention to his persona. ”I will be out in a minute.”
He caught your gaze accidentally, and when your eyes met, you slowly wiped your lips from the kiss.
And that was it.
That was the last straw.
It was now or never.
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”Well, why are you mad?” You hummed tauntingly, baring your teeth in a smirk.
Jamil avoided meeting face to face with you.
He stopped in front of the table and you instantly appeared in front of him. He tried to leave kitchen, and you invaded in his space again by stopping in the doors. He turned around to open the fridge, and you pressed your back to its cold surface by blocking it.
He gave up eventually.
”I am not mad,” he said, almost sounding calm. ”I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”
”Who, for example?” You caught him by the collar gently, just to make sure you will not come out with another creative idea of leaving. ”You?”
But to your surprise, he became gloomier.
”No,” Jamil muttered under his breath. ”I don't think you need to trust me with anything at all, let alone a drink.”
A sigh escaped your lips.
Truly, when you tried to break his stride, you wished to see him angry; anger was a good way to express bottled up emotions. What you couldn't expect, it was to see him even more devastated than before.
Helplessly, you scooted him closer.
”Jamil.”
”What?”
”Perhaps, I wouldn't trust you with a drink,” you murmured in his thinned lips, ”not when you broke the glass like that.”
He scoffed.
”But I would trust you with my life. I only wish you could trust me with your heart in return.”
In this very moment, you witnessed Jamil being so... Shatteringly astonished for the first time. His face was ever soft, with watery eyes staring in your soul, and lips, slightly opened.
”I did everything to make you leave.” He whispered.
“It didn't work.”
”I can see that,” he sighed, slowly hiding in the crook of your neck. ”I am merely wondering why?”
”Because you never actually wanted me to leave.”
And that was it. That was the truth.
Whatever Jamil said or did, all of it, for you was only about his fear. His fear to be replaced and abandoned. His fear to hurt you. To be left alone.
You knew it all along, but he failed to realise that you did.
That he didn't need to hide anymore.
”Y/n,” he murmured softly against your skin, before detaching from you slowly. ”Take it.”
You hummed.
Jamil took one of your hands in his, and pressed it to his chest, where the heart beated mercilessly.
”Take it,” he repeated, offering you a small smile. ”I think, you will take care of it better than I ever did.”
Oh.
You shoved him down for a kiss, and late tears of understanding, and a relief that you got him back, finally touched your flushed cheeks.
You never realised how truly tiring it was, fighting for him all alone this time, without a hope to keep doing that.
”Jamil, just stay.”
It was a plea.
Gladly, his next words were an oath.
”I am not going anywhere. How else could I guard your life, then?”
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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 15 - Have You Ever Seen The Rain
📖I need to make two apologies. First, I am so sorry for the long delay. While work was beating my ass, I actually received a rude comment on my Wattpad account for the last chapter that triggered a horrible writer's block. It was taken care of, and it didn't bother me at the time, but I didn't realize how much it affected me until I started to write. Then I decided to use it for inspiration!
Secondly, I'm so sorry for what is about to unfold. This one was planned from the get-go (which is also probably why I struggled because this is the one chapter I dreaded having to write).
(I'll be running from the pitchforks as they come, Woot Woot!)
❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, Mentions of an original child, Shitty family dynamics, Angst, verbal fights, sexist implications, one slap across the face, and Jake being Hangman.
#6k words
Part 14 | Masterlist | Part 16
The story behind how you started ego-checking some of the cocksure pilots at Hard Deck is less interesting than one might think.
It all started with a game.
You weren't kidding when you told Jake you were a library, loving geek who'd rather spend her time deep in the stacks. That was the plot of your entire post-secondary experience. You didn't know how to flirt. You stayed clear of frat parties and cliquey groups. And if a guy tried to flirt with you, you ran for the freaking hills without a backward glance.
You only decided to take that bartending job in building H's damp, dark basement because you were dead-ass broke. But the thing about being a bartender on a University campus, there were moments when you had nothing but time on your hands.
You had to get creative.
Looking back, you would blame the writer-orientated part of your mind that decided to create that little game of making up stories for the people who regularly visited the miserable bar.
The quiet girl, always sitting in the back corner, cramming for a test or writing a paper. Did she like the ambience, or was she avoiding the library? Or was she trying to work up the nerve to ask out one of the bussers, waiting for the perfect meet cute?
Maybe the nerds who gathered every Friday at the arcade-style game consoles playing Pac-Man needed to leave their dorm because Friday nights tended to be the one night everyone liked to party.
Those popular girls sitting around a table with their $5 cocktails, lowcut tanktops, and jean shorts, always on their phones gossiping over the latest social media post from their favourite celebrities. Did they have Regina George in their ranks? Which one was sleeping with the other's boyfriend? How much blackmail did they have on each other?
Which one would murder the other first?
That little game you invented for yourself got you out of your shell. It also made it easier to deal with the persistent football jocks who'd try to flirt with you for a free shot.
Ridley would always get a kick out of it whenever you told her. You'd always imagined her curling up in a ball and kicking her feet back and forth while she squealed in laughter over the phone.
"Be a character in one of your freaking stories. Or better yet, act it out! You're a damn writer, Lizzie."
She was right. So you did.
You'd never forget the laughter of that football jock when your rejection of his flirting attempts to weasel a free drink out of you resulted in his childish reply of, "Well, nobody's perfect, Sweetheart, least of all you."
"I never said I was," you had said with a smile.
You must have said something right because a few minutes later, Penny was introducing herself and chatting you up, asking if you wanted a better job bartending.
You were all too happy to leave. But nothing could have prepared you for the hotshot, ego-driven, and stupidly horny Top Gun pilots who frequented the Hard Deck.
Between remembering their drink order or what side of the room they tended to gravitate towards, you needed more than your little guessing game to figure out their tells. You did pick up little things about them, though.
The WSOs were the kindest; ironically, they stood out in the crowds. Always a kind smile, never a bad thing to say about anyone.
The female pilots were always badass. At least, you thought so. Strong. Always commandeering the room the second they walked in. Always nice, no question about it. But mess with them; you got schooled hard.
They were the literal definition behind the saying, 'Do no harm, but take no shit.'
And with each new group that came in, the male pilots, the single flyers you had called them, paled compared to those jocks. They never changed. A pair constantly vied for first place with each new group that came through the Top Gun program.
Always a pair of males. Women always knew there was more at stake than a freaking trophy.
Those guys talked to you. Well... properly flirted at you.
That's where your little game came in handy. Picking out the little things about them, letting your mind do the creative parts next. It's how you turned Jake down so quickly that first time.
But the guy currently approaching the bar? He did not fit the bill of any regular customer you had seen in a while.
Tourists came and went without question. They stood out like a pack of flies, unsure where to go, with friendly faces and always asking what the best places were. They tipped great, and they never returned.
This guy?
Not a tourist.
He was from out of town. The plaid shirt, jeans and cowboy boots were unusual for a California bar. It was also how he gaped at the walls and ceiling, taking in all the Navy memorabilia Penny had collected over the years. If you hadn't been paying attention, you could have sworn there was a look of distaste on his face with each new item he saw.
But what irked you was the sense of familiarity you couldn't place while looking at him. Blonde hair and a sharp face. Something in how he carried that toothpick between his teeth, not in the way god forbid fucking Tyler had, but as if it was a piece of grass. Also, in the way he walked.
Then he openly leered at a woman's ass as she walked by, and it all made sense.
Ah, a Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam.
He sat in the empty chair directly in front of you, still watching the women's retreating form. You didn't want to serve him, but a tiny part of you hoped your assumption had been wrong.
It had been a while since you had to rebuff flirty advances; the newer pilots going through the Top Gun Program hardly said anything to you except smile and relay their order.
You suspected Jake was behind it.
"What can I get you?" you smiled at the guy. He slowly pulled his eyes away with a sly grin. The second he caught sight of your face, his mouth stretched even wider as he leaned forward on the bar.
"Your number and the name of a good hotel."
You should have known better.
If it looked like a duck, it quacked like a duck too.
Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you straightened the line of shot glasses under the bar, not once looking up as you answered him. "Well, I can answer one out of two of those questions, but I'm afraid the only hotels around here are resorts. There is a bed and breakfast about ten minutes down the road that will give you a good deal."
"Will they give me a good deal if I mention your name?"
"Only my friends know my name, and you are simply a customer sitting at my bar wanting a drink?" you raised your eyebrow, tapping your finger against the bar.
He made a show of thinking about it, rocking his shoulders back and forth. He finally nodded, leaning forward to answer you.
"Whiskey. Straight."
You recognized his accent as you reached beneath the bar to grab the bottle. It was more pronounced and slightly more profound, but without a doubt, he sounded like Jake.
Good old southern Texas Charm.
Normally you'd engage in small talk, but you wanted nothing more than to leave this asshole alone. Thinking he'd leave it be after you poured him his drink, you slid the glass forward, then made your way over to the other side of the bar.
The words he called out after you made you stop in your tracks.
"You must get attention all the time. Having your pick of the litter each year."
You whipped around, offended. " Are you calling me easy?!"
He shrugged. "I'm just saying a good-looking woman like yourself, in this place... you clearly aren't sticking around because of the pay."
Oh, you wanted this guy gone. That could have been one of the most double-standard comments you had ever received. Old Liz would have sputtered, maybe run into the back fridge and asked one of the other bartenders to handle it.
You now? No chance in hell. If he were going to give it, you would give it right back. You weren't going to play the boyfriend card. You could fight your own battles, and something told you even if you told him you had a boyfriend, he'd think you were lying. He seemed like the type that wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You've got some nerve." You crossed your arms, matching back to him from the other side of the bar. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not here because I'm looking for attention or have trouble finding a date. You've spent all of two minutes sitting at this bar, talking shit, while I've been fighting the urge to point out your confusion regarding basic anatomy."
He raised his eyebrows at your reply. "My confusion?"
You leaned forward, resting your arms upon the bar, eyeing him sourly. "Is your mouth your asshole, or are you just one?"
It was one of the more cruder remarks you had ever responded with. But this guy was trying to go for gold. Unphased, he leaned back in his chair, throwing his hands up. "Hey, no need to be aggressive. You should take it as a compliment. I never called you anything derogatory."
You huffed, pushing yourself away from him, rolling your eyes. "Calling me good-looking, then proceeding to say I'm only working here because it's 'easy to access' is still calling a woman a slut. You don't need to say the word to imply the meaning."
You ripped the dishrag from your shoulder, running it under the tap, muttering more to yourself, "There's no way that shit works on women."
"It does on the women back home," he answered you.
"Oh, so are you staying? Don't tell me you're a new pilot at Top Gun."
They'll beat that attitude right out of you.
"Oh, I'm just passing through. I figured I'd scout out the area. I heard this was a Navy bar. Don't understand what all the fuss is about."
You didn't answer him. Opening your mouth only led to him replying, and the quicker he finished his drink, the faster he'd leave. He took your silence as a means to continue.
"Still playing hard to get?"
"You ask me a question. I might choose not to answer."
"Wow. Subtle."
You turned, a hand on your hip. "You can't honestly expect me to speak to you, a complete stranger, after the way you just undermined my job because I'm not giving to your attempts. There is nothing to get."
He smiled, holding out his hand. "George Seresin. There, not a stranger."
Well, shit.
You wanted to hang your mouth open like a fish. You were staring down Jake's brother.
Now you understood Jake's reaction to Janet's warning. His anxious behaviour in the back of his truck. His lost-in-thought stares or the way he couldn't stop looking at you and Sadie when he came home from work this week.
George Seresin was a very unwelcome, uninvited and long-awaited guest.
Something snapped in your stomach, a twinge of weariness that Jake didn't confide in you. Then again, your slight disappointment was overshadowed by something greater.
Clearly, you were fated to ego-check both Seresin brothers while standing behind this bar. Because the idea came without warning, without doubt, or any sense of hesitancy.
George Seresin was at the Hard Deck.
He was right in front of you, trying to flirt with you without any idea who you were.
And he was sitting in the best spot in the entire place.
It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
You stepped backwards, turning to lean up against the bar. As you did with Jake all those months ago, you took the rag and started to wipe.
"So let me get this straight," you said, dragging the damp cloth around his glass, not once looking up. "I tell you my name in some effort to prove we are not strangers. I'm supposed to forget about your 'comments,' so you can use that good old Texas charm to woo me into your bed with a promise of a good time?"
You finally looked up, George only staring back at you with a heated smoulder.
"Something tells me none of those loose cannons cannot even promise you a good time. A quick roll in the sheets before they let some brass monkey in a fancy suit tell them where to shoot. You look like you could let loose for once in your life."
You froze, losing your grip on the rag and fingers twitching. Scanning Jake’s brother, you leaned against the bar, resting your weight on your elbows, throwing the fabric over your shoulder as you got inside his bubble. You never once broke eye contact as you pinned him down.
George bought it, hook, line and sinker. He was so focused on you and your face that he was oblivious to everything and everyone around him, including how your hand slowly reached up toward the rope hanging from the top of the bar.
The second he looked at your lips, you tugged.
Cheers and music flooded the Hard Deck when everyone heard the distinct ring of the barbell. You guessed the song right away, old habits dying hard. Slow Ride, its distinct beat letting you know Jake was here and he had seen the whole thing.
George reeled back, shocked as a few people came up and slapped him on the back, thanking him. You laughed softly at his reaction, pushing yourself away to help the few customers you knew who would take advantage of the free drink.
You had never rang the bell for someone like him. George Seresin would be the only exception.
"What the hell just happened?" he called after you. You didn't bother turning around, flinging your hand to gesture over your head, "Read the sign!"
George followed the direction of your hand, landing on the piece of wood dangling by the silver chain.
You disrespect a lady, the navy, or you put your cell phone on the bar, you buy a round.
You had already helped a few customers when he managed to tear his eyes away to glare at you heatedly. You turned to face him with a gleeful grin. Instead of asking him which one he thought you rang him out for, you started teasingly singing along to the chorus.
You hadn't done that in a while. It felt good.
"What did he do to warrant that?"
You smiled up at Jake as he approached the bar. He never took his eyes off you as he leaned on his elbow against the top of the bar beside George.
"What do you think?" you laughed at him.
Jake smirked. "I'd say he didn't take no for an answer."
"He did a little more than that. Tell him to put his cell phone on the bar, and he'd get three out of three."
"Ouch," Jake dramatically drawled. He finally turned his head, nodding once in his brother's direction. "Hi, Georgie."
You stiffed a giggle.
George huffed, jutting his chin out in your direction. "This one is trouble."
"Don't I know it," Jake said, looking back at you. "Pulled the same trick on me the first time I met her. Only she didn't ring the bell. Guess I did something right, considering she let me come back."
George glanced between you and Jake several times, and you could see the gears grinding in his head.
"Hi," you beamed at him, walking over and holding out your hand. "Elizabeth Beck. Your brother's girlfriend. I guess we aren't strangers after all."
George stared down at your hand, then gritting his teeth, knocking back another gulp of whiskey. He spat out his following words with the glass still to his lips, "So you are real. Jake, there's no way you're dating her."
You didn't try to hide the snark from your voice as you lowered your hand. "You thought I was imaginary? Sorry to disappoint."
George still chose to ignore you. "What's the matter, little brother? Need your girlfriend to speak for you?"
Jake stiffened, and it took everything in you not to ring the bell once more. Cause you knew if you did, Jake would be the one to help throw George out, and you didn't know what repercussions he could face.
"At least he has a girlfriend," you scoffed. "I can't imagine you've ever had a meaningful relationship with how you treat women."
You spied his empty whiskey glass, grabbing it firmly.
"Wham."
Sliding it across the bar's smooth surface, you caught it in the palm of your other hand.
"Bam."
Reaching into the pocket of your apron with your free hand, you slapped his bill down in front of him, rounds and all, attempting your best version of a Texan accent.
"Thank you, Mam."
Not wanting to waste more time on him, you turned to Jake, slightly worried. Some of you didn't know how to act around Jake when he was like this. When he was so... Hangman.
You gently touched his wrist, murmuring softly, "I'll see you in a half hour?"
He twisted his arm in your grasp, sliding his hand down so he could gently squeeze yours. But his eyes screamed a different, intense, unsettling story. As if he was assessing you for any threat.
"Sure."
You tried not to let it bother you, his non-chalent reply. Trying not to frown, you let go of his wrist to serve another customer, calling out as you walked away, "It was nice meeting you, Georgie!"
Jake watched you go with a slight turn of his head, proud you one-upped his brother but wishing you didn't leave him alone.
He knew why George was here. What he wanted him to do. No amount of smirk, cockiness, or even Hangman, could save Jake from this. George was the grave reminder that no matter where the Navy sent him, whether in California or on the other side of the world, there was no end to the metaphorical leash the 'hell bringer' had on both of his sons.
George scraped his chair back to stand. "Come on, little brother," he gruffed out, tossing his credit card onto the bar. "We need to have a chat."
—-
With Ridley's Jean jacket in hand and your bag, you placed them on the bar as you greeted Jimmy after finishing your shift. "Can you watch these for a second, Jimmy? I'm just going to the bathroom before I find Jake. We're going to pick Sadie up from Penny's and take her out for dinner."
The older man smiled. "She's feeling better?"
You nodded. "Mild concussion. She was okay after a few days and back at school. Bummed about not being able to play in soccer playoffs, though. Hence the trip."
"That girl loves her soccer. What a shame."
"Jake's is making it easier on her. I don't know what I would do without him."
He tilted his head towards the bathroom hall with a knowing grin. "Go get ready for your date."
You blushed, walking away, calling over your shoulder, "It's not a date!"
After freshening yourself up, you took a few moments to stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You saw the famous callsign board hanging on the wall behind you. You scanned the names from the mirror, looking for Jake's, doing a double take when you couldn’t find it. You turned, properly facing the wall.
Like the sign in the bar, it was a piece of wood with the words engraved into the top, “Ladies Beware: Navigate the Hard Deck with Care!” and underneath that, “Pilots who fly solo.” Several metal slots were glued to the surface, designed so she could easily slide plastic slate with a pilot’s callsign into place.
You recognized a few, even Rooster's, though his was listed way further down, out of harm’s way. But Jake's was nowhere to be found.
Then you realized - Penny had taken his name off.
She didn't do that for a lot of people. You could only recall one other instance when she removed a pilot's callsign from that board. She prided herself on it, so much so she never removed Maverick's at the top of the list, even after they got back together.
You needed to tell Jake.
With a hint of a smile, you eagerly walked out of the bathroom to find him. He was standing with George at the pool table, the elder Seresin brother lining up a shot as he spoke. As you approached them, you honed in on Jake, realizing he looked uncomfortable. Stiff, shoulders square, and his fists were clenched tight.
The closer you got, the more you heard of their conversation, and when you heard Sadie's name fall from George's mouth, you froze. Hearing him utter her name, especially in that hardened tone, was a punch to the gut. The urge to hide behind one of the support pillars in the middle of the room at the last second was too great to ignore, and you made yourself as small as possible.
You had stumbled upon a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear. George’s voice accompanied the sound of the eight-ball scattering the balls across the table.
"Come on, man," he said, his tone laced with arrogance. "Think about it. She threw her whole life away for her niece. She's tied down now, and you deserve someone who can give you more than that."
Jake remained silent. George continued, encouraged by his lack of protest. "You're a Navy pilot, for crying out loud. You could have anyone you want. Why settle for a girl with so much baggage?"
You weren’t stupid. You knew enough about George to realize he was the golden child, the favourite used to getting his way. George would only see you as Jake’s attempt to one-up him on something.
“You know why I'm here,” you heard him say firmly. “Dad doesn’t approve. He wants you to know if you continue on with her, you will never be welcomed back home.”
You swallowed hard, a knot forming in your stomach. There would never be a time when you asked Jake to choose you over his family, even with what you knew. You wanted to go out there, but this was Jake’s battle. Storming out to threaten anything but a kick to the balls was out of the question.
But when Jake finally spoke, his words were like shards of ice piercing your skin.
"Yeah, you're right."
A strangled noise escaped from you, a sound of raw pain and disbelief. You clapped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the sob threatening to escape. George’s reply triggered the blood rushing through your ears, the pain in your forearm from your nails biting hard into the skin.
“You know I am,” he laughed, another clack of the pool balls sounding out. “
There was only one way you saw this - Jake played you like he played those other bartenders.
You couldn’t hide any longer. You pushed yourself away from the pillar, swerving around to confront them.
“So Sadie and I were just a game to you?”
Jake turned sharply, shock in his eyes. “Liz,” he held his hands out in front of him. “It’s not what…”
“Not what?” you said heatedly, tears streaming from your eyes. “I heard plenty!”
He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat, confronted with your beat red face and tears. You were not supposed to hear all that.
The shock on his face was not enough to erase the sting of his words.
"Come on, Liz. You don't understand... it's..."
"What's there to understand, Jake?" you interjected, your voice seething with a volatile mix of pain and anger. "That I'm just another one of your bartenders?"
“Liz, don’t.”
“Enlighten me, Jake.” You crossed your arms. “Tell me all the reasons why. That bringing me flowers wasn’t a game. That getting close to my niece wasn’t a game. Asking me to give you a chance, taking me out on a date.”
You sobbed. “Taking me up in that damn plane.”
The thought was erupt, tearing itself from the deepest part of your mind. You couldn’t help it, the words spilling out in blinded anger. “Was my grief an opportunity for you to get into my pants? Telling me it would be alright so you could leave me high and dry? Telling me it was going to be okay?”
There was a sudden shift in his expression, his gaze hardening. As if a switch had been flipped, the warm, understanding man you knew disappeared, replaced by a stranger draped in defensiveness and sarcasm.
"Oh, excuse me," he declared. "I didn't realize I was your knight in shining armour, rushing to your rescue the second you need all your problems fixed. The girl who never had a relationship, thinking a man would solve all her issues."
The words hit you like a physical blow, your knees nearly buckling beneath you. Jake's harsh gaze didn't match his usual soft and protective demeanour. It was like looking at a stranger, someone you didn't recognize. The man before you was not the Jake you'd fallen for.
This man reminded you of your father.
Was this his plan all along? You racked your mind, searching for any indication this had been coming. But what only stood out was Rooster's words echoing in your head where you found none.
Did you really only add your name to the list of women Hangman had pursued?
Because here and now, those months of working through the trauma of losing Ridley didn't matter.
Was anything about this past year even worth it? The moments you worked through when you would avoid anyone mentioning her because acknowledging her in the past tense was too much. Avoiding the things that reminded you of her. Till helped you through it.
She would know what to say right now. She would be the one beating his ass with verbiage and scathing remarks. She would nail the moment and get it right.
It hit you, the hidden weight of how desperately you missed her.
Suddenly, you were that girl again, starting her first shift in that basement bar, wondering what to say to the students who saw you as a mere bookworm with no character or class - because you couldn't compare to the girl sitting in the corner writing her paper, actually having the courage to ask that busboy out.
Or the geeks in the corner cheering as hard as they did when they beat their high score on the console, uncaring of strange looks. Or that girl, finally standing up to her 'so-called friends' when one had been spreading rumours and crude remarks about her to the others behind her back.
He really did leave you out to dry.
"Stay the fuck away from my niece," you managed to gasp through your tears. "And stay the fuck away from me."
You wanted to believe your assumption that Jake was merely putting on a front. Hangman, his alternate self, was his attempt at protecting himself.
You had a hard time doing so.
There, plain as day, across his face was the most condensing grin you had ever seen as he dramatically drawled out slowly, "No fucking problem, sweetheart."
You didn't believe in thinking about everything you regretted throughout your life. Ridley was the only exception; if you had done more, moved back home after school, or gone to the police the day you kicked Tyler out, maybe she'd still be here. You couldn't change what had happened in your life, so spending time thinking about it in the present wouldn't do you much good.
So it was no surprise to you when you followed through with your knee-deep reaction, your hand coming up out of nowhere, open and firm, slapping Jake hard enough across the side of his face, his head turning with the force of it.
You knew you shouldn't have. You weren't a violent person by any means. Next to Tyler, you never had raised a hand to anyone. You were too hurt to care you just slapped him.
That should have scared you shitless.
Rather than voice the obvious, you remained silent, allowing every repressed thought, every buried emotion to resurface.
Ridley - dead.
Sadie - hurt.
Tyler - lurking.
Bradley - damaging.
It was all too much.
George's figure stood out from behind Jake amongst your blurry vision, tears creating a vignette in your line of sight. You tore past Jake, sticking your finger out only to push George square in his chest. He stepped back at the force, hand shooting out to balance himself against the pool table.
Jake wouldn't have done that had George not shown up. Had he not played with Jake's emotions.
"You need a fucking ego check and to grow the fuck up," you seethed at him. "I don't know whose got your balls on a very tight leash, but you have no right to go around and fucking up other people's relationships."
George didn't answer you, taking his hand off the table to stand properly. You pressed him again. "Does it give you some sick fucking pleasure to hurt your brother? Dad loves me best, so I'm going to remind everyone just cause I can?"
George was still avoiding your heated glare, fixating on his football ring, twisting the piece of metal back and forth. It only pissed you off further.
"My eyes are over here, Jackass! Have the decency to look me in the fucking eyes when I'm talking to you."
If nobody had been watching when you slapped Jake, you clearly had their attention now. Even with the music blasting from the speakers, every conversation in the Hard deck had gone quiet. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but you couldn't care less.
You were too far gone.
George slowly cocked his head to face you. Your breath was harsh, your body jolting with each gasp as you gave in to the anger. "My sister died, and I took in my niece. What's so fucking wrong about that? That I threw my life away, that I have no future?"
He shifted on his feet, about to transfer the pool stick into his other hand, when you reached out and snatched it out of his grasp, tossing it behind you with a clack.
"You're damn right I did! That's what you do for people you love. I would sacrifice my entire life so she could have hers. And I would do it again in a fucking heartbeat. I will stay on the other side of that bar for the rest of my so-called miserable life, getting catcalled and dealing with assholes like you if it gives her the best shot with the shitty hand she's dealt. You, George Seresin, have no right to judge the choices I've made in my life."
Your breathing was harsh, ribs aching with effort. Every vein, every pore, was consumed with pure white rage. And yet, you still found yourself growling out, "You have no right judging your brothers either."
Even after breaking your heart, you still stood up for Jake.
"He risks his life every single time he goes up in that jet just so the whole world can fucking survive. So you can go on day in and day out and let your father control what you want to do with your life. So you can gallant around letting someone who has lived their life decide what you do with the rest of yours? So Jake’s here for you to bully and control every time he comes home? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
The burning sensation in your cheeks mirrored the fire in your eyes, unshed tears making them shine brighter. The salty sting of tears blurring your vision did little to diminish the searing gaze you levelled at George.
"My sister believed everyone deserved a chance. That people cared, regardless of what they did or who they were. I had forgotten that until my niece invited Jake to a barbeque, till she invited him on a hike because he was being treated differently. Despite what I heard and everyone telling me otherwise, listing off why I shouldn’t. That he will hurt me and my niece, and I still gave him a chance.”
Squaring your shoulders and balling your hands to fists at your side, you take a step forward, a dangerous glint in your eyes. You lean towards him, your face close enough to feel his breath, your jaw clenched and muscles tight.
"You are the first person ever to prove my sister wrong,” your voice is dangerously low, underlying anger accompanying each word. “You sure as hell don't deserve that sentiment."
As you stepped away, George lifted his head to glance around the room, everyone's eyes pinning him down. The older Top Gun instructors had stood at their tables and chairs, arms crossed. Some of the current students in the program also stood, the others sending him the most scathing glares they could manage. Even some regulars who weren't aviators were casting him a scornful glance.
You spun, ready to leave him in embarrassment and escape this literal fucking mess, when you caught Jake's bewildered gaze, his mouth hanging open in slight shock.
You weren't sure whether it was that look or the dying embers of your outburst that made you spin back around to snarl, "So, leave your brother the fuck alone! Live your own goddamn life without judging others for the choices they make! Cause you sure as hell don't know what it means to sacrifice something for those you love. If you need an example, look around this goddamn room."
Jake reached for your wrist as you charged toward the front door. The second you felt his touch, you shook your hand loose, a wrenching sob tearing through your chest.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
You didn't bother seeing his reaction to your remark, rushing to grab your bag and Ridley's jean jacket off the bar.
The skin around your wrist burned from his touch, the rough callouses once a comfort but now felt like coarse sandpaper. You wanted to get under a shower or jump in the sea, hoping to remove the feeling of every memory, kiss, and word.
God, you let him touch you. Do things with you.
You were going to throw up.
God forbid you didn't want to walk home. But you needed to go, be anywhere but here, and you didn't have your car. Barely keeping it together as you took off toward the door, you had half a mind to look up to watch where you were going, deaf to Jake's shouts of your name.
There was Bradley, sitting in the first booth by the door. His brow furrowed as you made your way over to him, probably having witnessed the ordeal. You were too upset even to question why he wasn't marching across the bar, ready to knock Jake to next Sunday.
It had been weeks since the fight, with no communication in between. But it was a distant memory compared to this.
It didn't matter what he implied. It didn't matter what happened in your hallway.
It didn't matter.
It didn't matter.
It didn't matter.
You just needed your friend.
With each step you took toward him, your shame only grew greater. You couldn't even look him in the eye when you stopped, standing next to his side of the booth, hugging yourself tighter.
"Can you take me home, Bradley? I don't want to be here anymore."
Bradley's opportunity to act smug had finally arrived. But he didn't do anything other than frown. Standing up from his booth, he threw a few bills onto the table before blocking everyone's view of you. He placed a comforting hand on your back, gently pressing you forward as he uttered quietly, "Of course I can, Liz."
You kept your head down as you stepped towards the door, but Bradley, so willing to help you without so much of an 'I told you so,' made whatever resolve you had, crumble. Your knees wobbled, and your heart dropped into your stomach. You fell, and Bradley's arm whipped out, gripping your hip and pulling you tight to his side to support your weight.
Burying your head into Bradley's shoulder, you hid your face. You didn't want to see the looks of everyone in the Hard Deck, whether pity, concern, or applause, as another wave of tears wrecked your body.
Closing your eyes seemed better than reliving the truth.
And because you kept them shut, you didn't see George place a hand on Jake's shoulder, preventing him from going after you. Nor did you see the look of devastation wreck his face; the weight of every wrong decision he had ever made coming back to haunt him.
Whether Jake turned on a dime to punch George square in the jaw, you heard none of it. You hadn't even bothered to turn back to look as Bradley carried you out the front door.
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hey!! can i request yandere big brother natsu and his little sister attempting to sneak out to a party?
Parties and Punishments
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs
Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, grounding, punishment spanking threat, tad bit of manipulation, control issues, shoving, shaking
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Frozen in your spot while zipping up a black dress for the party, you look at your pissed off older brother who has just busted the door open.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he exclaims while looking at you, absolutely fuming.
Natsu stomps over to you and grabs you by the bicep in a harsh grip. He’s so much taller than you that you have to crane your head to look up at him.
“Natsu, I just wanted to go out,” you plead against him.
He shakes his pink hair as if he’s trying to block out your words.
“I already told you that you couldn’t go! It’s a good thing I woke up when I smelled that perfume you put on.”
So, that’s how he knew you were awake. You didn’t think one spritz would be enough to pull him from his slumber.
He grabs your other arm and shakes you, quite severely.
“What’s my one rule?”
You can’t believe how hard he just shook you. Still a bit rattled, you take a moment to collect yourself. He must be really mad if he’s being up the rule.
“No talking to boys,” you whisper as fear begins to lace your tone.
Grabbing you by the nape of your neck, he forces you to lock eyes with him.
“You look at me when I’m talking to you. Why do I only have one rule?”
You’re desperate to get away from him. His black eyes seem endless with disappointment, and it’s something you can’t handle from your only sibling, your only family.
“Because I’m usually well-behaved.”
He shakes you again. “Does this look well-behaved to you?!”
“No, Natsu! Please, stop! I wasn’t gonna talk to any boys!” you lie to try to mollify him.
“You look like a slut with that dress and makeup on! You’re really trying to tell me that you weren’t going to talk to any boys at that party? Answer me!”
Feeling unsteady on your feet because of how violently he keeps shaking you, you’re forced to grab onto the lapels of his open vest.
Feeling him pull on your ear, he leads you to the bathroom. The sharp tug has you wincing and howling as you attempt to keep up with his long strides.
He turns on the faucet and grabs a bar of soap. You can’t stand to watch it happen, but he begins scrubbing at your face. Everything melts away as it runs down your cheeks and drips off of your chin. Eyeshadow, mascara, blush, lipstick. It’s all ruined.
“Can’t believe you really thought you could pull that off. You don’t ever sneak out, and you never talk to boys!”
Your hands fly out, trying to grab onto anything for some stability. You clutch the edges of the sink and attempt to turn your head away from him, but all he does is grip your locks and continue running the bar of soap up and down your face.
You choke on suds as the soap gets in your mouth. Natsu doesn’t stop cleansing your face in such a volatile manner until there’s not a trace left of your makeup.
He drops the bar in the sink, turning off the water.
You suddenly feel a towel land on your shoulder, and you realize he just threw it at you.
“Dry your face,” is all he says.
You bite your bare lip while glaring at him, but you give in when he takes a step towards you to answer your silent challenge. Dabbing your face with the towel, you look at your reflection in the mirror. Your face is red and blotchy, and you really can’t believe Natsu just did that.
Natsu has had it with you tonight. He shoves you back into your room and points a stern finger in your face.
“You can forget about quests for an entire month, and if you argue with me about it, I will take a belt to your ass. Got me?”
Hugging yourself, you nod your head at his declaration of your punishment. “Yes, Natsu, I understand.”
Handing you a shirt and shorts to wear to bed, he orders you out of that dress so that you can change. At least he turns his back to give you a semblance of privacy.
Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. “I’m changed. You can turn around now.”
Seeing you standing there in your pajamas with red eyes from crying causes him to rethink how harsh he just was with you. It takes a lot for him to pull you into a hug because of how angry he still is with you.
“This is what’s best for you. What if some boy tried to do something bad to you? What if he tried to hurt you? I wouldn’t have known until it was too late!”
You can feel his arms around you tighten just a bit.
What’s best, you’ve heard it all before during punishments. You get it. Raising you by himself isn’t an easy feat. Natsu especially hates having to discipline you, and you usually don’t ever give him a reason to. Your brother is doing his best. However, you’re a growing young lady. Boys are something you want to explore because of that, but he never gives you the chance to. The only way you can talk to them is by sneaking out, which you hate doing because you know it goes against Natsu’s wishes. It just isn’t fair.
“I’m so sorry, Natsu,” you apologize with a need for him to not be mad at you anymore. “Please, forgive me? I won’t be bad anymore. I won’t sneak out ever again. Please?”
“Okay, it’s okay. I’m only doing this because you mean the world to me. Alright?”
With your head against his chest, you sob desperately into him. Natsu allows you to expel your emotions, and he can’t help but think how cute you are when you fall asleep against him in his hug. Like a good older sibling, he picks you up and puts you to bed.
Turning out the lights, he looks back at you and says, “Goodnight, Little Sis.”
Your big brother might not be perfect, but at least he’s trying.
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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 8)
Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew & Reader-Insert
Main|First|Previous
Warnings: None (besides yandere behavior, but this is part 8 and you get the picture by now).
If yandere content makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this series and block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as relevant tags such as 'one piece yandere'.
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Word Count: 1,268
To say Twin-Blade leaving for a ‘mission’ was dramatic would be an understatement. He cried woefully into your shoulder, picking you up several times as though he was going to take you with him.
“—and don’t forget to eat while I’m gone! My division is the best but I know it won’t be the same with me not cooking!” Twin-Blade cried out, receiving a smattering of offended blustering for his ridiculousness. Marco shoved his head away from you with an irritated sigh.
“The sooner you leave the faster you can come back, Thatch. Quit freaking them out.”
Twin-Blade pouted, arms still firmly locked around your shoulders.
“But they haven’t said goodbye yet! Or told me how much they’ll miss me when I’m gone! How can I leave my newest sibling in such conditions?!” Twin-Blade begged. You reflexively cringed.
“Yeah… I’m not doing that. Please let go, Twin-Blade.”
He froze, eyes wide as he blinked. Slowly, he looked at you with teary eyes.
“At least call me by my name!” Twin-Blade cried out desperately.
“No.” You huffed, pressing both hands against his chest to no avail until Marco shoved his finger into Twin-Blade’s forehead and pushed.
He stumbled back with a pitiful sputter before grabbing his pack. Taking a low stance and pointing at you accusingly.
“Fine! But I want a hug when I come back! With a happy smile and everything!”
“Why? Do I get to leave when you return?” You asked dryly, receiving an irritated sigh from Marco beside you as Ace cackled.
“No! Because you’re happy to see me, damnit!” Twin-Blade huffed.
“Oh…” His face brightened for just a moment. “Then no.”
He grumbled, waving to the rest of the crew that was seeing him off with a small party to retrieve medication for Whitebeard.
“…It’s kinda weird you guys don’t have a regular supplier.” You commented as the small crew sailed off with no additional fanfare or waterworks.
“We haven’t managed to get an island under our protection that manufactures the medicine we need. And it would bring undue attention to go to a specific pharmacy not well within our territory. This is easier, though a little convoluted. It’s not like it’s rare medication.” Marco commented.
You made a noise of understanding.
“The marines have several labs hidden away for all their research and medical needs. Never been to any of them myself, though they considered sending me there when my devil fruit was discovered.” You pondered what that would have been like. You’d… never heard anything too telling about it. But considering how intense the discussion was you gathered that there was some… issues with the labs.
“…Do you even know what they planned to do with you?” Ace asked curiously. You looked at him and made a ‘so-so’ gesture.
“I got the impression that I was going to be assigned to someone specific as a partner before they started wondering if there were side effects to my devil fruit. At that point, even I wasn’t sure what it could be. Whoever it was, they didn’t want to risk anything unexpected.” You sighed. “I went through a lot of partners, but they were all kinda dicks. Before and after being exposed to my fruit. I thought that maybe a side effect was like… an over-inflated ego trip but you both have been in contact with me for some time and you’re not—well, I mean—you’re weird but still weird? Maybe it depends on the person’s psychological profile…” You shrugged.
“Dicks? Hm… did your ‘partners’ have anything else in common?” you blinked at Ace.
“Actually, yeah. They did. None of them were high ranking or especially strong, likely in case something went wrong with their power, but there was one specific thing they all had in common with their devil fruits.” You admitted.
--*--
“Commander Thatch! We’re being followed by a pirate ship!”
“Heh! Well, let’s say ‘hello’, boys!”
--*--
“They had to do with heat.”
--*--
“Is that?!”
“No way!”
“C-Commander! That’s a devil fruit!”
--*--
“A-Admiral Akainu, sir! Here’s the file you asked for!” A nervous ensign stuttered out. Akainu looked over his shoulder, cigar butt grinding between his teeth as he hissed.
“Leave.” He growled, snatching up the remarkably thin folder. Despite his temper, he kept his hand cool—or as cool as it ever was underneath his leather glove. His opposite hand however, dripped small bits of magma onto the carpet. The fire snuffed out under his heel as he threw it onto the desk.
The file fell open, papers scattering across the surface with a picture clipped to the main page.
This glasses reflected light underneath the standard marine cap, a bright beaming smile captured for the record keeping boys.
Akainu had thumbed through a copy of the file several times, keeping a close eye on any updates as they occurred. Minor injury reports, transfers, the works. But none pissed him off more than the status box stamped in red.
CAPTURED.
WHITEBEARD PIRATES, XX/XX/XXXX – [-/-/-].
STATUS: UNKNOWN, PRESUMED COMPROMISED.
At his own insistence, there was an addendum added to the file permanently.
IF FOUND, REPORT DIRECTLY TO ADMIRAL AKAINU FOR RETRIEVAL.
His cigar burned into nothing but ash on his lips as he sneered.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be back soon, my dear. And I’ll make sure it never happens again.” Akainu hissed, plucking up your picture with his melting fist clenched tight behind his back to prevent any damage. “We’ll bring real Justice to those filthy pirates. And I plan to make them scream for thinking they could corrupt you.”
He flicked his wrist, flinging molten lava against the far wall where a collage of Whitebeard Pirate bounty posters were pinned. The whole collection bursting into fire and falling to the floor in a rain of ash.
Soon.
--*--
Thatch watched as the Moby Dick came into view, their mission successful. Several months worth of medication in the hull as well as a smattering of general supplies to bulk up with just in case.
Marco promised him a party and Thatch was arriving with a whole new reason to celebrate.
The massive fruit nestled under his arm, purple spikes and green leaves poking into his clothes. He wondered if you’d know what it could do or if he’d have to look it up himself. He was hopeful you could both bond over it at the very least, though he was still on the fence about eating it. It was a big decision to make. And he’d made it this far without a devil fruit.
Who knows, maybe it did something really cool?
--*--
You looked out at the sea with a frown. You couldn’t see where it was coming from exactly, but you felt a devil fruit at the edge of your senses.
“What is it, my child?” Whitebeard asked. You had stopped rubbing Stefan and Kotatstu’s bellies, standing up straight as you shivered.
“…I-I don’t know.” Your heart stuttered in your chest as the devil fruit grew closer. Swallowing hard, you looked up at Whitebeard. “I think it’s a devil fruit? But…”
You looked back out at the sea again as Stefan whined.
“What do you sense?” he asked again, tone serious and almost worried.
“… It feels hungry. Hungry and dark. Like the shadows under your bed or at the end of a very long hall.” You replied faintly, cold sweat breaking out.
It felt like the edge of the void.
And the void was looking back at you. Reaching out with tendrils long and twisted and starving for more.
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Survivor's Guilt Part 2
Part 1
Chris Redfield x fem!reader, Ethan Winters x fem!reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: angst on ethans side, re7 spoilers, canon violence (zombies, horror, guns), cheating kind of, near death experiences..i think thats it
Author’s Note: I felt like this story led organically towards Chris though that does not mean I don’t love Ethan to death. I felt unsure about the ending but am glad I was able to write a part 2 because people have been asking about it!
Tagging: (i hope you guys dont mind I’m tagging you but you seemed interested in a second part!) @godihatethiswebsite @undeadfreak47 @hexaecana @elysiaaaaaaa
Summary: You and Chris search for Ethan in the ship and old feeling resurface.
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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Chris’s voice was even when he spoke, even when he was scared. Especially when he
was scared. There was no point in making everyone else react to something if he could just keep that all pent up, make everyone think he had it under control. Your face was so wide with terror, the kind he had never seen plastered on your face before. He didn’t recognize it on your features but he recognized it. He knew it from the civilians he helped, those that were so worried about their loved ones that they would do anything to see them safe. The look in your eyes dripped with self sacrifice. He wondered if he looked like that when he was with you. He wondered if despite what he thought, he looked like that even now, following you around and blocking you from danger.
You had lost Ethan. Lost him in the house, on the ship. You were stuck walking around a shipwreck that was too large to case, too large to fully understand.
Chris was trying his best to make you feel like he had it under control. He would find Ethan, return him back to you, never see you again. The more time he spent alone with you the less that became a priority so he was eager to forget this ever happened. Forget it happened for the sake of his sanity. Forget that there was likely a life where you and he were happy and normal and domestic.
Even when you brushed past him in the tight hallways of the ship, he longed for your touch.
“If Ethan’s here then so is Mia,” you muttered. Your voice was barely above a whisper. It sounded so loud but you were trying to ensure it didn’t echo down the hallway. You could never be sure that there wasn’t something watching you.
“Eveline too,” Chris said, just as quietly. You were both tense as you walked around a corner. Chris hadn’t put his gun down in ages. It was starting to leave imprints in his gloved hands.
“It’ll be a party,” you muttered. Your eyes caught a glimpse of something on the ground. You rushed forward in the near darkness to find a knife, a lot like the ones left at the Baker house. It had dark blood smeared on the tip. There was nobody to accompany it.
“You think it’s Ethan’s?” he questioned, looking over your shoulder. You shrugged.
“Could be. Could be Mia’s.” You pocketed it. You kept walking. Chris followed you, watching your six like his life depended on it. You glanced back at him. “How did things get like this? When I left, all the monsters were tangible. I could see them coming for me. Now we’re here with slime on the walls?”
"There's some sort of hive mind,” he explained. “There’s too much to tell you now. You’ll just have to trust me when I say it’s evolved.”
“Yeah well, I can tell that it’s evolved. But how?”
“We don’t know.”
“You’ve been knee deep in this for so long and you still don’t know the reason it’s all happening? Is it Umbrella? Is it the world finally caving in?” You turned around to look at him. He almost ran into you. “Pretend I’m a civilian asking you these questions. How do you answer them? How do you tell people that you can be a perfectly nice family out in the middle of nowhere and still be targeted by something beyond your control?” His jaw set. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark so much so that you could see Chris’s stubble. You could see the look in his eyes, the challenge.
He took the words as an insult. He took you being here, as an insult. He had done so much to protect you just for you to end up in the same place you would’ve even if he had kept you by his side.
“Umbrella started something and they don’t know how to finish it,” he said finally. “But the world has assured us that there are other forces at work here. Eveline is not exactly an Umbrella creation.” You shook your head.
“Of course not. Because that would be too easy. You defeat the big bad and it always comes back with more heads right?” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I’m coming at your throat. I just never thought I would be here again.” You had been comforted with the knowledge that people like Chris were out there protecting you. That was the only reason you let yourself go.
“The world isn’t exactly fair.”
“It never has been.”
Your eyes lingered on his. Remembering what it was like to touch him. Remembering what he looked like in the morning, the sun on his face, a gentle smile on his lips, a chaste kiss on your skin. The very thought made you angry. You had left all of this to have a life you weren’t even allowed to have anymore.
It didn’t matter if Ethan lived through this or not. You would be right back where you had started years before. In danger. Always.
There was a bang in the room before you. You turned around, gun raised again. It sounded like something hard had hit something metal. The conversation was over once again and you were back.
You slowly slipped back into the you that understood how to use this gun well. The rust was chipping off. You were a soldier again. Had you ever stopped? Had your life with Ethan been anything except a distraction from who you really were? Had you been pretending this whole time to be something you knew you could never have?
You shoved the door open.
Mia stood at the end of the room. There was a large pipe surrounded by grated walkways. She was facing you. Even though she was hidden by her dark hair, you recognized her instantly. She was swaying a bit, twitching.
“Mia,” you prodded. Her neck twitched. You saw an eye peek from behind her hair. “Mia, please put your hands in the air.” She didn’t make any movement, indicating that this was the Mia that took your boyfriend's hand off. Your face hardened as you approached her, gun raised, wondering if Ethan was already dead. “Mia.”
She lunged at you without saying anything. She threw no insults, she didn’t bother to pretend. She just lunged. You shot at her but it only momentarily stopped her. It was like you had thrown a ball at her shoulder instead of a bullet. You kept shooting, even though it was doing effectively nothing. She reached you, hands on your sides with inhuman strength.
You could hear Chris moving. You had never been more glad you had called him. You struggled with Mia, her snarls biting at air. You kicked her, you scratched at her, you used everything you could remember from training.
She was thrown off you.
You scurried away, backing away. You grabbed your gun which you had lost in the scuffle. You aimed it well, hitting her head in a clean shot. It went through her eye and out the other side. She stumbled.
Someone was picking you up. You grabbed them, allowing them to help you to your feet. You recognized Chris as you stood against him, still shooting at her until the clip was empty. Your breathing was ragged and angry and worried.
She fell to the ground.
You knew she wouldn’t be down long. You had to leave. You had to lock her in this room and burn the place down.
Chris did the thinking for you. He had your arm in his hand, dragging you past her and out of the room. He shut the door behind him, pushing down on the handle. He broke it.
You stared at the clouded window and felt a pang of guilt mixed with anger. She was the reason you were here. Now she was going to die, infested by a virus that wasn’t her.
You were still holding on to Chris. You might’ve stopped for a moment but now your hand was back on his arm, your brain blurry with thoughts. He looked down at you, eyes meeting.
“Are you okay?”
You didn’t think about kissing him. You just did it.
Your lips were on his and it felt like home. It felt like you had never left, like you had kissed him yesterday and you would kiss him tomorrow. It was filled with the emotion of every single year you had been apart, by everytime you wondered if he was dead in a ditch, everytime you got drunk and swore not to think about him.
His strong hands were so gentle when they held you.
Though passionate, the kiss was short lasting.
You pulled away and your eyes stayed shut for a moment, pretending you were home with him, like you had never left. Then they were open again and the nightmare remained.
There was no regret in his eyes. There was no regret in yours. It was a mutual feeling, broken only by the duties of soldiers who had loved each other for a little too long. The bucket had overfilled and tipped over.
“We have to find Ethan,” he reminded you.
Ethan.
Guilt hit you like a truck. He could be dead. You looked forward, giving no other words to justify or break what had just happened. Chris let you be, let the kiss hang in the air.
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Ethan was not far. Chris had called for backup when you entered the ship and his friends arrived just in time. You helped Ethan finish off Eveline and were shot out of the ship, landing hard back in the outside world. Chris’s people carried you away in a helicopter as the nightmare of the Baker house erupted in flames. What had been a horror was now nothing but a burnt part of the map, something people would merely whisper about.
Chris brought you back to where the BSAA had set up camp.
You had a hand in Ethan’s. He looked exhausted. There was something off about the look in his eyes but you couldn’t place it and you didn’t feel like asking him about it. Questions like that came later, when you were less tired and more hydrated.
“I’m sorry I lost the cars,” he muttered. He was sitting on the makeshift hospital bed. There was no one else there. People had gone to try and find Lucas, who had been lost in the fire and not confirmed dead. You were sitting in a chair beside him, in silence.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’m sorry about Mia.” He took a deep breath. He did not tell you it was okay.
“We’re gonna bring in the best medical help,” Chris explained. He watched as Ethan’s hand left yours. “Doctors are coming in right now to look you both over.”
“What about you?” you questioned. “You were in there, just the same as me.”
“I’ll get looked at. I have to go with my team back in and find Lucus.” Your jaw hardened.
“The work doesn’t end,” Ethan observed. He understood why you left.
“By yourself?” you questioned.
“I’m a big boy,” he promised you. You purse your lips, glancing at Ethan. You had no idea the world was this bad. You had no idea it had gotten so much worse since you left the job.
“Let me go with you.” He shook his head.
“Absolutely not.”
“No.” Him and Ethan spoke over each other. You gave Ethan a look.
There was something in your eyes that he didn’t recognize. He wondered if he had lost you the second he left your house without telling you. Had that been the breaking point in your relationship? Did relationships survive things like this?
Yours and Chris’s did, Ethan thought. You and Chris slipped back into each other like puzzle pieces. It was like no time had passed. No kind of ill will had come between the two of you, from the looks of it right then. Ethan wanted to desperately grab your hand, beg you to stay with him, tell you that he couldn’t afford to lose both you and Mia. Instead he watched your face as you looked at Chris.
“I’m a big girl Chris.”
“You’ve been out of the game for too long. You can’t just jump back in like this.”
“I just did. I have knowledge of the interior, we were just there Chris. It would be smarter to bring me.” Chris and you stared at each other with looks that Ethan could be envious of. Challenging, protective, loving. “Let me go back. Let me back in.”
This life was like a drug. You could be gone forever but the second you could come back it was too addictive to stay away from. You stood up.
“You’re the captain now hm? You tell them I can help. You know I can help.” You walked up to him.
“I almost lost you back there.” He didn’t specify that it was the fight with Mia that had him particularly worried but you knew it was. You knew that he was also thinking about the kiss that happened right afterwards.
It hadn’t left your mind.
“Chris I’ll find my way back here either way,” you muttered. “There’s no use in trying to stop me.”
If Ethan wasn’t there he would’ve kissed you. Instead he dipped his head.
“Talk to your boyfriend about it.” You looked back at Ethan. Chris left the tent. You were left alone together for the first time since before the whole ordeal. Conflicted, you walked back to him.
“Go,” he said, voice strong.
“Huh?” Ethan’s face was soft and understanding.
“Go.” There was a beat of silence as you stared at him, trying to read his expression. He had just been through everything and was letting you go? “I know why you left this. But this is your life, isn’t it?” Your face scrunched into a hurt expression.
“Not necessarily-”
“The only reason you left is because you wanted to prove a point to him. You proved your point.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No,” he said quickly. “I want to go home. I want to take you with me. But I don’t think that’s what you want and that’s okay.”
“Ethan-”
“It’s not what you want, right?” You remained quiet. You couldn’t argue with that. He was right. You wanted to stay here. You wanted to get back into a fight you had once been so passionate about. He nodded once. You weren’t sure if he was numb or in complete control. “Exactly.” He grabbed your hand. “I dragged you back into this the second I believed that email.”
“But the house,” you whispered.
“We’ll figure it out. Just go. Please.” You nodded curtly.
“Okay,” you breathed. He wouldn't look at you. You got up slowly, wondering if this was really happening. You tried to tell yourself doing it now was for the best. This is the only outcome that would’ve made any sense.
You left the tent.
“Oh shit.” You looked up. You were met with John Perlman, someone you used to work with. He was older now but had the same slanted smile. “The rumors are true.”
“Perlman,” you breathed, laughing a bit.
“How are you doin girl?”
“I’m okay,” you said and you meant it. You were alright. You were gonna be alright.
“I hear you’re going back to the tunnels with the boss,” he observed. “You back in it?” Your eyes searched for Chris. You found him in front of a different tent, grabbing a box of things.
“I guess so.”
“He kept all your things when you left,” Perlman explained. “I’m sure he’s still got ‘em. It’s nice to have you back.” He pat your back before walking past you. The short conversation ended. Chris approached you with the box.
“Well?” he asked.
“I’m ready Cap.” He nodded once and then handed you what he was holding. You looked down in it. The Dragoon you had used for years sat at the top of the box. “You kept all this?”
“Just in case.”
“You broke up with me, you know that?” you looked back up at him.
“If you’re gonna be in this I’d rather you be in this with me.” He gave you a curt nod. “We had out in 15.”
He started to walk away.
“Wait! Wait Chris,” you called. You put the box down by your feet. He turned around just in time for you to throw your arms around him. You kissed him again, this time like you weren’t about to die. He held you tightly to him, comfortably.
He’d be okay. You would be okay.
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Klaus mikealson x reader Instagram au 5 [masterlist]
dam0nsalvat0re Y/n the entire time we (me mostly) tried telling her about the original nut job:
@unofficialenzo HAHAHAHAHHAHA GOOD ONE
@stefaNN18 Not funny Damon…
@dam0nsalvat0re It’s a joke come on
@bonboniee too soon!
@yourusrname It’s alright—he was right so I guess…
@gilbertelenaaaaa It gets better alr? :/
@yourusrname I know!!! it’s fine really
@carebarre can you even try to be A LITTLE sensitive???
@dam0nsalvat0re That’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m joking about it so she doesn’t cry about their breakup all the time! That’s me being sensitive!!!
@carebarre I have no words
yourusrname Well just me again
@stefaNN18 Why don’t you stay over at ours for a few days?
@yourusrename I seriously don’t mind being alone but thank you mom
@unofficialenzo Ah the Great Depression…
@gilbertelenaaaa I’m coming over
@carebarre Twilight marathon?
@bonboniee GIRLS NIGHT IT IS
@dam0nsalvat0re Are you for real??? You could be out drinking your liver off meeting new people and you’re still dreading?
@yourusrname you’re right….
dam0nsalvat0re no one knows how to deal with a break up better than a Salvatore best friend (steffan excluded)
@bonbonnnie Y/n??????? She didn’t pick up any calls she wasn’t responding to any texts and you didn’t answer either?
@dam0nsalvat0re Oh yeah I took her phone away so she doesn’t drunk call anyone in particular 👍🏼
@unofficialenzo I was the sober company…for 20 minutes
@gilbertelenaaaa THANK GOD she’s alive
@carebear_ WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TAKE HER?
@yourusrame you stupid fucking moron I woke up on a footpath this morning
@dam0nsalvat0re I dropped you home?
@yourusrname you dropped me two blocks down my home ON THE FOOTPATH
@dam0nsalvat0re At least you’re not sad anymore look how happy you look in the photo
@yourusrname I was high. On some really really really really really low quality coke.
@stefaNN18 I am cool with break ups stop lying
@dam0nsalvat0re oh yeah playing monopoly and going to bed at 11 instead of 10 is a great time
@unofficialenzo Don’t forget the self help book suggestions
yourusername Under the same moon I guess
@gilbertelenaaaa you’re going to be okay❤️
@carebear_ We’re going to find you someone MUCH better alright?
@dam0nsalvat0re Dear god you’re STILL not over it ???? Do you want to go for a party somewhere again??
@carebear_ It doesn’t work like that and ABSOLUTELY NOT
@yourusrname Yeah I think I’m gonna pass this time
@bonbonnnie Girls night?
@yourusrname Please yes🥲
@gilbertelenaaa omw
@stefaNN18 Can I tag along? I’m actually cool don’t listen to Damon please I need to make sure you guys are alive by the end of the night
@yourusrname I don’t mind it sure :)
klaus.mikealson. Perhaps it was too good to last. Goodbye, Mystic Falls.
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You know, I really appreciate that you’re out here defending this widely hated relationship. Maybe it’s because the anime-only fans are a very vocal majority right now, but I’ve seen people who ‘watched the anime then read the manga’ *still* shit on Laios and Marcille’s friendship. Like you don’t have to ship it but if you deny that they care about each other or deny that they have chemistry, did you even read the comic?? ‘Oh they’re just siblings/siblings-in-law!’ have you ever had a sibling. have you ever had a sibling-in-law. they do not act like siblings they act like *intimate* best friends. ‘Ridiculously comfortable around each other’ best friends. They have a relationship outside of Falin, that is what develops over the entire damn story. 90 chapters. What comic were you reading where you think Marcille can barely stand him.
Thanks for the ask! Very cathartic to see this. About to go on another rant again lol (will be repeating some of my old points but yeah I need to get it out of my system)
"Defending widely hated relationship" + "anime-only fans are a very vocal majority"
Okay, let me play devil's advocate for a second here. Let's say I despise L/M as a ship and it squicks me out greatly and I think it's a boring ship of pairing the male lead and the female lead. What should I do? Obviously go into L/M posts and argue about it instead of blocking the tag and stating my stance my calmly when someone asks me like your average fan who knows how to curate their fandom experience.
Okay, more devil's advocating. I despise L/M as a ship but I have read the manga and engaged with it critically and understood its themes. Which means I like L+M as a friendship in the same way I like the themes of eating and life cycle and the friendship between the party and the worldbuilding. Because all of these are core parts of the story told. So what I do is to block all shippers and ship tag and look for platonic fics and fanart like Your Average Fan Who Curates Their Experience.
Like I'm sorry. I genuinely feel some people are so caught up in the intense fanonisation of DM that they start forgetting about canon. And I KNOW I am not the only one feeling this way because I read the notes on my posts and other people's posts and there's a lot of good thoughts on this. Plenty of people appreciate them. But to some people in the wider fandom, are we reading the same manga? Our male lead and female lead are friends who save each other. They are not together canonically. So canonically, they don't even get into the way of shipping?????? People can have important intimate friendships outside of romance??? And it's a canon well established friendship? I would say it's one of the most well developed dynamics in the series that we see? We get shown and not told? We see images and words and interpret them in our brains?
Devil's advocate level 3. Let's say mainstream fanonisation of DM is real. F/M is a canon ship and they get together and they get married in the end and L+M become sibling in laws. Maybe L/K is a thing. This still does not erase the entire journey L+M and co went on to save Falin. This still does not erase their friendship and chemistry.
"‘Oh they’re just siblings/siblings-in-law!’ have you ever had a sibling. have you ever had a sibling-in-law."
Okay. I do have a sibling. At this point I've long accepted this much be some sort of cultural difference and some weird American / Western thing I am not used to. And the hilarious thing about DM is that we do get canon siblings!!! It's the fucking premise! Falin and Laios!! And they're fun!
I'm sorry but this must be some cultural difference. Like no younger sibling is calling their older sibling by their GIVEN NAME. The sheer disrespect. I'll be scandalised. As a person with a sibling I don't understand the fandomisation of making non related people siblings in fanon? I'm calling my friends my friends, not siblings. My sibling is like a sibling to me. My friends are like friends to me. Idk. I've written the word sibling so many times that it doesn't seem like a word anymore.
Obviously these are just my personal thoughts but I feel like objectively, there has been a fandomwide trend of grabbing a canon friendship between a man and a woman and going "THEY ARE SO SIBLINGS CORE XD" (not siblings in canon) (not related) (don't even look similar) (they're friends). A lot of times this is valid and even fun but sometimes I get the feeling people sometimes push the fanon sibling thing to show they're squicky about them romantically. To which I can only say: a man and a woman can genuinely only be friends. If you need to magically make them related so you / other people won't see their friendship romantically... it feels like a step back. Why are we doing heteronormativity.
I think I'm the type of person who enjoys and mains man + woman friendships in fandoms (which are, unsurprisingly, unpopular as ships and even as friendships until I start spreading propaganda and pumping fics on Ao3), and I think one of the things that get me is. A man who could be attracted to women + a woman who could be attracted to men having great chemistry but staying friends. I want to stress this is different from a man who is not interested in women / romance + a woman who is not interested in men / romance because there is almost zero chance of a reciprocal romantic relationship going on. But for the first case, which I feel like many people dumb down to "straight people shipping", it's even more precious for them to stay friends and not give into the heternormative expectations despite one or both of them possibly (but not necessarily) being heterosexual. Like, here are two people who could date each other but they're like "nah we work better as friends, so we stay friends". To me, this is one fantastic argument for friendship. Not everything has to be romantic. Even better if they considered and thought about the logistics, but decide their relationship is more special non romantically. Having a taste of how their relationship could go and going "thanks, but no thanks". Is this not a great display of sincere and stable friendship compared to people going "lol they can't work as a ship because they simply physically cannot tolerate the thought of each other romantically". I'm rambling here but I feel like this is what I feel across various dynamics and fandoms. At this point, I think somehow non romantic relationships genuinely fascinate me more than ships. Save me QPR save me.
"They have a relationship outside of Falin"
I feel like some manga readers have missed the point so badly when it comes to this. It's hilarious. They have a relationship outside of Falin it's the whole fucking point about coming to terms with grief and death! You know, one of the core themes of this story that you finished!
And of course this doesn't erase the love they have for Falin. Falin is clearly beloved and their main motivation, but hilariously enough (for the L+M deniers), the manga shows Laios and Marcille's "true" innermost desires being granted and it's not about reviving Falin even though they both clearly want her back and it's at the forefront of their minds. Laios turns into a monster. His curse isn't about Falin not coming back (even though that was his immediate thought), it's about him not being able to interact with monsters ever again. Marcille was traumatised by what happened to Falin (nightmare chapter) but when she turns into a dungeon lord, she goes about trying to fix the lifespans, showing her fear of loneliness and all her loved ones (NOT just a single person!!!!!!!!) dying before her. You can argue they didn't revive Falin with magic lord powers because they don't trust the lion / trust their own plan of eating her, but I think the manga focuses enough on their desires for the interpretation of "the lion fulfills their innermost desires that define their existence" to work. Marcille is the one who finds Laios first after he turned back and Laios broke Marcille free from the lion's influence etc etc we know they play a part in each other's arcs. Laios says they wouldn't be on this journey if Falin hadn't been digested. Marcille says in the end she was okay with Falin not being brought back this time. Laios invites Marcille to stay with him. It's in the text.
"Boring straight ship" or whatever
This comes from what a friend said about my main duo of another fandom but it's like "why isn't [ship] more popular" "because it's easy to fall into the boring trope of pairing a man and a woman together".
And this is a thing that does happen! But not to pairings with strong canon foundation and chemistry sorry. Don't look at me, look at canon. A male/female ship with good canon support is a good ship. Why are you surprised. People like shipping characters who spend lots of time together saving each other and all that. Dare I say: sometimes (sometimes) shipping "straight people" is more respectful to their canon friendship than shoehorning them as siblings. Which I believe is true in the case of L+M.
Anyways. Well that was a nice angry rant. Sorry I had to get it out of my system. I've spend too much time writing this so I won't be doing much proofreading lol. If you've reached this point, thanks for reading <3
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NSFW fic - Raihan & Leon x reader
Okay you asked for smexy stuff right?? Here it comes- may I have a little fic about a threensome where the reader is kinda tipsy and admits they like it rough?
(not sure if I need to specify the gender, in which case it would be preferably fem, but I know you write for everyone so yeah! Tysm for that)
Have a good one!
Just remember kids to drink responsibly and consent is the sexiest thing alive. When reading this there's an AFAB and AMAB version for the smut. Once you read the version you want there's a small aftercare portion that's back to being gender neutral. As always pronouns are They/Them to keep things inclusive for the entire fic.
Y'all this one is just chefs kiss! Like god DAMN!
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Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!
NSFW Leon and Raihan: Kinky
Honestly you had absolutely no recollection of the events that happened that night. All you knew is there was a party for all the 18+ members of the Pokémon league to celebrate another successful gym season. Then you started drinking. Then you managed to wake up on a set of stairs three blocks from your apartment, missing a shoe and a half flask of rum tucked into your underwear.
When you managed to get home and finally get your hangover under control, you looked through your phone for images and videos you took. You had to take a moment to breath and noticed you had been hanging out with both Raihan and Leon most of the night, if the images were anything to go by. Raihan looked about as trashed as you but Leon looked only a little buzzed.
Then you saw a notification on your phone; the group chat the three of you made eons ago.
Rai: So we gonna talk about last night?
Lee: You actually remembered?
Rai: Hard to forget something like that.
You: Am I missing something?
Lee: Well looks like someone doesn't remember.
You: I don't remember last night at all. Also why did you guys let me fall asleep on a set of stairs:
Rai: We took you to your apartment? How'd you end up on stairs?
Lee: We literally tucked you into bed.
You: I was two blocks away from my house so doubt.
Rai: I mean...
Rai: You aren't the best at staying in place when drunk.
Lee: True
You: Whatever... now what exactly did I do last night anyway?
Rai: For starters you basically gave us your entire kink list.
Lee: And told us how you liked it rough.
Rai: And how you've been wanting us to tag team you since forever.
You: I...
To say you were mortified would be the understatement of the century. The rest of your day went by in a complete blur of headaches, upset stomachs, and embarrassment. By the time you felt ready to face the consequences of your actions the group chat had blown up. Both Raihan and Leon apologizing and said they'd forget it if that's what you wanted. However something caught your attention in the blocks of texts the boys sent.
An offer.
To do the one thing you had been dreaming of forever that apparently drunk you had no issue telling them. That you wanted them to both absolutely destroy you at the same time. You didn't know how to respond so you did the only thing you could.
Set a date and time.
That led you to your current predicament. You were on your knees with Raihan's hand roughly holding your head in place, his cock shoved down your throat as far as it could go. Meanwhile Leon was behind you, fucking you roughly and using a bruising grasp on your hips. Whenever you let out a whine or shifted, hell even bucking up into him, you received a harsh slap on your ass.
"Damn, they look amazing like this." Raihan moaned, pulling out his phone to snapping as photo. When he asked you earlier if it was okay you weren't sure, but after he assured you it would be for personal use you obliged. You knew you had to be an absolute mess right now, drool and tears streaming down your face.
Raihan roughly pulled you from his cock and you gasped for air while also moaning out loud as Leon wrapped his hand around to your front to play with you some more.
"They look even better from back here." Leon said, his hips snapping into yours causing you to jolt forward into Raihan's weeping cock. Some precum got smeared onto your cheek, only adding to the mess on your face.
AFAB
"Think they can take both our cocks at once?" Raihan questioned, wanting to fuck into your holes.
"They did say they wanted us to wreck them, isn't that right sweetheart." Leon's voice had already been deep before, but in the throws of passion it someone began huskier and dark. Your walls clenched against Leon's cock, causing him to stutter out a gasp. "Fuck, feels like they like it." Leon said, slipping his cock out of your entrance.
"How's that sound, babe? Want both our cocks stuffed inside your holes?" Raihan said, moving hair out of your face so you could see him better. You blinked through teary eyes and nodded slightly. You yelped as a harsh palm slapped against your ass.
"Words, we told you to use your words before we got started." Leon reprimanded and you nodded.
"P-please." You whimpered out.
"Please what?" Raihan said, placing two fingers on your swollen lower lip and pulling at it a bit.
"Please fuck both my holes." You said, leaning into the touch. Your mouth opened up as you went to suck on his fingers, wetting them for him.
"Lee, flip them over so I can work their ass open." Raihan said and Leon was quick to listen. If you were in the right state of mind, you'd find it almost amusing how Raihan was basically in charge here. Sure Leon was dominant as well but whatever Raihan said went.
You were laying on your back and Leon ran his hand over your chest, pinching your nipples and making you squeal out. As the same time Raihan began working one finger into your ass. You gasped out a moan, already being overstimulated from coming ten times over at this point. Still as he managed to get two then eventually three fingers in and the sensation was turning more pleasurable.
You whimpered as you felt him take out his fingers, suddenly feeling empty. You looked over with half lidded eyes as Raihan put on a condom and poured some lube into his hands.
"Lee, do you want the front of the back?" Raihan asked as if you weren't even in the room.
"I think you should get to feel their cunt, it's amazing." Leon's crass words made you flush from embarrassment.
"Lift them up then and hold their legs apart. You go in first and once they're used to your size I'll join." Raihan said as he tossed the bottle of lube to Leon. With how much slick was on his condom from fucking you, you almost didn't think he'd need it. Still he put some on before lifting you up with sticky hands. He moved your legs apart so Raihan would have an amazing view and you thanked the stars these boys worked out all the time. How Leon was able to hold you up like a rag doll as his cock slowly went into your ass was astounding.
You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to cry out as his cock breached your entrance. He slowly slid himself down onto you, groaning at how tight and warm you were. Once you were hilted on Leon, Raihan came over and helped calm you down by rubbing your thighs.
It took a few moments before you were able to give them the okay to move. Leon started off gently fucking you before picking up the speed. Every time he lifted you up you felt Raihan's cock rubbing against your clit. You moved your head back onto Leon's shoulders as you tried to not get overwhelmed.
Raihan looked over at Leon and put a hand up, making him stop, "You ready for my cock, babe?" Raihan said as he pressed just the head of his cock into you. You moaned, trying to buck up into him and take him already.
You quickly remembered what they said and spoke up, "I'm ready. Please Rai...I wanna f-feel you." You stuttered out a moan.
"Whatever you want." He said before slowly sliding into you. Raihan could feel Leon's cock between your walls and bit back a groan as he hilted himself into you. He held some of your weight with his hands on your ass while Leon still gripped your thighs to hold them apart. Raihan locked eyes with you before leaning in to give you a bruising kiss. You whimpered as he bit down on your lip and you could feel Leon's mouth on your neck, leaving more love bites all over your skin like a constellation.
Raihan was the first one to begin moving and soon Leon and him found a rhythm together. As soon as one left the other one joined in, making sure you were never empty. You felt yourself cum again, squeezing both their cocks in a death grip.
Leon was the first to cum, biting down on your shoulder and you were pretty sure he drew blood. His hips stuttered against your own and Raihan had to hold you in place so he wouldn't slip right out of you. You felt Leon's cock finally come out and Raihan quickly shoved your against a wall. You yelped in surprise as the change as well as only being filled with one cock now.
Raihan managed to hold you up with one hand while the other was balled into a fist against the wall by your head. He was panting against you, his face inches away from your own. You went and wrapped your arms around his neck and could feel another orgasm washing over you. This is what finally threw Raihan over the edge as he came in you. He took a moment to recollect himself, his cock sliding out and he was quick to take the condom off and tie it off, tossing it off to the side.
AMAB
"I'd love to see it, wanna change our positions. Make them ride you reverse cowgirl." Raihan said, pinching your cheek teasingly. You groaned at him but felt Leon's cock sliding out of your ass and positioning you to a seating position.
You let out a small whine as his cock went back into you and you could feel the cool lube that he no doubt reapplied. These boys really used way too much but you were grateful they weren't hurting you like that.
Your mouth dropped into a, 'O' as Leon began making you ride him. Your eyes were still teary from the sensations and honestly you thought after coming three times they'd show mercy but obviously they were going for as many orgasms as you could take.
Raihan's large hand wrapped around your cock, his thumb sliding across the slit and collecting some precum. You gasped and moved your hand to bite down on it, trying to stifle some of your noises. Raihan's grip on your cock got tighter to almost hurting and you winced in reply.
"No covering your mouth, I want to hear all of your noises." Raihan said as he leaned closer. You felt his hands over your chest, grazing your nipples. They hardened under his touch and you took your hand away, opting to put it on the back of his neck.
"S-Sorry. T-trying not to upset the n-neighbors FUCK!" You shouted the end as Raihan went and bit down on one of your nipples. A small bite mark surrounded the areola and you shot him a half-hearted glare as he kissed it.
Leon, obviously annoyed at you forgetting about him, took you almost all the way off his cock before slamming you back down. His grip on your thighs were so tight you knew damn well there would be bruises all over it.
"I think we've disturbed them about five hours ago when we started." Leon chuckled from behind you. You felt his scruff against your neck as he left little pecks and hickies all across you.
"They're so not g-gonna let me resign this lease." You complained, knowing your neighbors would no doubt be complaining about this noise disturbance.
"It's fine, you can move in with either of us. We won't care." Raihan said as he began pumping your cock. You bit your lip as you tried not to voice your opinion on that. As much as you'd love to, the thoughts of the tabloids finding out as terrifying.
You watched as Raihan went over to the nightstand and grabbed a bullet vibrator he had used on you earlier. You swallowed a lump in your throat at the thought of that on your already overstimulated cock.
Raihan walked back over and sat closer, almost on Leon's legs. His cock tapped against your own as he switched the vibrator to life. It was at a fairly calm setting as he put it on your two dicks, holding them together as the vibrations cause a broken moan to erupt from your mouth.
"F-fuck it's too much." You cried out as Leon continued his brutal pace. You were shaking at this point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on both yours and Raihan's chest.
"Fuck Lee, you should see their face." Raihan said as he got out his phone and took a photo of you experiencing ecstasy like it was the first time. Your body was twitching against their own as the vibrator almost burned with the sensation. Your cock was softening but the sensations were still going. You heard Leon groan from beneath you, his movements going erratic as he came inside the condom in your ass.
You bit back tears as Raihan finally took away the vibrator and let you calm down for a moment. Both you and Leon took a moment to calm down before Lee was slipping his cock out of your ass. You thought you were done until you saw Raihan's still hard cock. He hadn't cum just yet and smiled.
"As soon as I come we'll be done, okay?" Raihan said and you weakly nodded. You had no idea how much more you could take but god damn you wanted to try.
Leon got up from the bed as Raihan picked you up and all but tossed you over the nightstand. He bent you over and kicked your legs apart so you were presented to him nicely. You could see him grabbing one of the condoms from next to your head as well as the bottle of lube. Thanks to Leon, it wasn't hard for Raihan to slip inside of your warm ass.
Raihan groaned alongside you as he felt your walls fluttering around his length, "Can't believe I let Lee have you first." Raihan said as he began thrusting into you. He grabbed your hair from the back and pulled you back, wanting to see your face. You had to almost roll your eyes all the way back to see him.
Your mouth was hanging open as a chorus of moans broke through the room. Your poor cock was already getting half hard and Raihan's other hand went to the front of you as he began stroking your length in time with his thrusts.
You had no idea how you managed to cum again, splattering the nightstand with what little seed you had left; it had almost been a completely dry orgasm. Raihan hissed at how tight you got as be came as well, riding it out hard and fast. As soon as he came down from his high he rested his head in the crook of your back, catching his breath.
After (No Gender)
"Holy shit." You managed to say as he changed your position so you were being held bridal style.
"You stole the words right out of my mouth." Leon said as he came into the room with some warm towels. He must've taken then time to get ready for clean up. Raihan laid you out on the bed as Leon came over and started wiping you down.
"Think we could do that again sometime?" Raihan asked, sighing as he sat down on the bed next to you.
"Depends...are you guys staying the night to cuddle me?" You asked in all seriousness.
"Fuck you and leave? Who do you take us for. Besides my muscles are crying out." Raihan said, flopping down to lay, "Couldn't get me off this bed even if you tried."
"I don't have plans tomorrow so we can sleep in too. I'm with Raihan I need some rest." Leon said, tossing the towels away and scooping you up and moving you further up on the bed. He laid next to you and Raihan was quick to scoot up and wrap his arms around your waist. Your head was facing Leon's chest and one of his arms was under your head. Both curled into you and you felt their lips on your shoulder blade and cheek.
"Good, because I think we're all sore at this point. Night boys." You murmured, already feeling sleep taking you.
"Night." They both said in unison before you all managed to drift off into a peaceful rest.
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I Bet You Think About Me
Summary: You were previously in a relationship with Steve Harrington and you’re hearing the news that he’s engaged to Nancy.
Warnings/Tags: Cursing|Smoking|Implied Sex|
A/N: I know my blog is mostly for Eddie content but every time I hear this song, I think about Steve for some reason so I had to write lol. I hope you like it. -Bird
Based on: I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift
3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine
Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine
And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree
And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me
I can not fucking believe you, Steve Harrington. I don’t think you even care that Tommy and Carol have been bullying me about you. They’re showing me stupid pictures of her ring that you claim you saved up for months. On a Family Video worker's salary? Give me a break. Your daddy probably was ecstatic that you were back with Nancy and paid it in full. I’m surprised everyone believes your bullshit.
Especially Nancy… That cute little A+ goody two shoes. Even when she left you for that weirdo Jonathan, you were still under her spell. You probably didn’t tell her that when you found out that they were official, you were in my bed crying. I was there to comfort you. I was such a fool to give you as much as I did, but damn I couldn’t help it.
You were so intoxicating, Harrington. Your stupid hair that fell perfectly in brown swoops on top of your head. Your chiseled brows that framed those gorgeous brown eyes. Your smile that made me melt, especially when it was wrapped around my cigarettes as you smoked out of my car window. I bet Nancy doesn’t let you smoke around her. She probably thinks it’s a disgusting habit. That priss.
Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles
Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love
Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life
And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of
But now that we're done and it's over
I bet you couldn't believe
When you realized I'm harder to forget, than I was to leave
I tried my hardest to be as good as Nancy. I came to every single party, family gathering, and after-school hangout I could. But you and I knew that I stood out like a sore thumb. You had brand new clothes from Gap every single time I saw you. I wore hand-me-down dresses from my mom. I didn’t know how to apply makeup for shit, but you said I looked beautiful just the way I was. What a load of shit Steve.
But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for
And you and I fell like an early spring snow
But reality crept in, you said we're too different
You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes
Mr. Superior-Thinkin'
Do you have all the space that you need?
I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy
I will never get over the day you called it quits. You gave me that whole “It’s not you, it’s me” speech. What did you expect me to do Steve? Say I understand? Say “Hey it’s okay, we can still be friends”? No you asshole. It’s not okay. You made me fall in love with you.
I knew I loved you that day you snuck up into my room. Our voices were soft and hushed because my parents were sleeping in the other room. You played my favorite song on my radio and held me in your arms. We swayed to the beat and stared into each other's eyes. You told me you loved me and you kissed me until we were on the floor, exploring my body. I just let you have it because I thought I could trust you.
block it all out
The voices so loud sayin', "Why did you let her go?"
Does it make you feel sad
That the love that you're lookin' for
Is the love that you had?
I hope Nancy gives you everything I never could. I hope she gives you those six kids and the perfect housewife personality you always wanted me to have. You’ll never get to know if we’d be good in a forever home. You guys are doomed to be exactly the same as Ted and Karen Wheeler.
Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul
Scared not to be hip, scared to get old
Chasing make-believe status, last time you felt free
Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me
#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#stranger things fanfic#stranger things#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington imagine#stancy#stancy x reader
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Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (fem) Childhood Friend!Reader Part 1
Masterlist
Word Count 5 K
Relationships: (platonical) child!Andy Barclay x child!Reader.
Characters: child!Andy Barclay, child!Reader, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray.
Warnings: Rewriting of the first film taking a few detours, a mix of characterizations between Child’s Play 1 Chucky and Curse!Charles Lee Ray. Explaining why the Pierce family was never mentioned before Curse, I imagined Child's Play 1 Chucky thought he killed Sarah and Nica.
Summary: The birthday sleepover of your best friend and neighbor ends up abruptly after his babysitter suffers an accident. Attributing it to a local boogeyman, you try to convince Andy of investigating the matter like a Scooby Doo mystery untill you realize you may have stepped into something worse when his talking doll admits the guilt.
Notes: This is going to be a two parts childhood friends to lovers story. Kinda like in IT, part one is about Andy and the reader facing Chucky as kids and part 2 will follow their reunion as adults.
Tags: @losersclubisms
Karen almost forgot to tell Maggie that you were coming over for a sleepover, only children invited to Andy’s birthday because you were his only friend. Finding out at the last hour that there were actually two children to babysit was not a nice surprise, but you two were frankly adorable. It was pretty easy to notice you were lonely kids watching too much television, craving for playing buddies and being very happy at any chance you had around each other.
The one year and months of difference in your ages didn’t become an obstacle for your bonding, but played out a separation on school time because you were still in kindergarten. Andy didn’t mind that and you would tag along with him on any game.
It was heartwarming and heartbreaking to see you share excitement over the possibility of finding new companions. Andy introduced you to his new toy friend with the purest joy, as if he was truly introducing a third party to your little group for play dates. You confidently activated his catchphrase, remarking that your cousins taught you how because they had two dolls like that one, then proceeded to ramble about your unborn sibling and how you all would be playing together once the baby would be old enough to follow you. The circumstantial babysitter got the impression that Chucky was making you feel a bit jealous, as if you feared Andy could be forgetting you for paying too much attention to him, but she also had some unusual fun observing your exaggerated mannerisms.
At some given moment you were playing in separate areas of the place: Andy and Chucky were constructor workers, a blue helmet of the Good Guy brand on the doll’s head as the kid was teaching him how to use the hammer and blocks of wood. Meanwhile, remaining close to her as she handled the cake leftovers in the kitchen, you were the waiting wife ironing the back of a jacket with a pink toy iron
“ I wonder when my husband will come back home?” You commented to her as if Maggie was another housewife from the fictional neighborhood. “ Andy is never late for dinner, I bet this is on Chucky. Since he is here he barely looks at me.”
She seriously wondered where did you hear that from. Soap operas? Married with Children? The mindless repetition of things you saw being included in your games made you sound like a little child actor, which was definitely a bit lovely.
The boy only pretended that he didn’t hear you, talking to Chucky as if they were at work. Since neither of you really understood what you were saying, he would just look at you and laugh at the mention of his name. Then, he would whisper secretively to the doll and that would make your acting escalate.
“ Maggie… Am I not attractive anymore? He is always going out with his new friend, he doesn't care if I am here.”
Peggy Bundy venting to her neighbor Marcy. Seeing a four to be five girl enacting that shouldn’t be funny, but it was. The part of her that was a bit horrified made Maggie remember it was bedtime, to which she told you both to get ready.
That simple action made Andy come up with an odd complaint.
“ Aunt Maggie, Chucky wants to watch the 9’ o clock news.”
The occurrence amused her.
“ Sure, he does.”
You abandoned the spiteful character, not needing it outside of the game, and sweetly tried to comfort the doll into understanding why he shouldn’t ask that.
“ It is too scary, Chucky. Mommy and daddy were watching the news and they were speaking of this very bad man that sends people to heaven. They don’t know his face, just like the boogeyman, and daddy said that if I am bad he is gonna come to get me.”
The only adult there found your tale disturbing.
“ That is a very bad joke, but I am sure your dad was just kidding.”
“ Don’t worry, (y/n). Chucky is brave and I am a big boy.” Your friend comforted you. “ Tell me when it is scary and I’m going to cover you like this”
He covered your eyes with his hands and you two laughed.
Maggie picked Andy up and turned off the tv. While obediently following them you were supposed to pick up Chucky, but you didn’t rush to do it immediately as the boy would have expected. You didn’t want to do it because the doll said something really rude to you for picking the side of Andy’s aunt. You weren’t sure of what being a little bitch meant, but you didn’t like it.
While waiting your turn to brush your teeth, you were unpacking your sleeping bag in your friend's bedroom when you saw Chucky rush to the living room to turn on the tv. If there was one thing you learned quickly about him, it was that he didn't like when things wouldn't go his way and he didn't mind getting you all in trouble for his mischief.
Maggie found you trying to stop him and that made her think you did it, no matter how many times you told her it was Chucky. Even though Andy backed up your story, she wouldn't believe any of you. She got angry, thinking that you were being bad.
You weren't, Chucky was, but maybe that wouldn't stop the man of the news from coming after you. The room was dark and your sleeping bag wouldn't let you cover all the way to your head, it wouldn't let you hide.
" Andy, Andy!!" You cried out for your friend's help. " Your aunt thinks we were bad... What if he comes to get us??"
He didn't answer, but another voice did.
" I'm going to handle that, just shut the fuck up you annoying little bitch."
That didn't make you calm down, Chucky was making everything worse. He wasn't in the mood to pretend niceness and the fact that he was struggling to get out from Andy's covers didn't help.
The pathetic sobbing was exasperating him, you were terrified.
" You can't, the Lake Man will come because you turned on the tv. "
When you spoke about that before he was too into his own concerns to pay real attention, but then he had nothing else distracting him from the realization.
He threw a happy, but bone chilling cackle that nearly woke Andy up.
" .... Are you scared of the Lakeshore Strangler?" He asked you, trying so hard to fight the satisfaction in his voice. Never before it occurred to him that he could be some child's boogeyman.
" Why don't you tell me what you heard about him?
The news report you saw was from before the cops identified him. The name Charles Lee Ray meant shit to you, but you were scared of him as some faceless evil.
Excellent news: scared children were easier to manipulate. From then he identified you as the weak element of the duo.
" Take the freaking covers away from me if you want to live."
Maybe he got too excited about causing fear in you. For an instant, he forgot that you didn't know he was the Strangler.
" Listen, (y/n). I can't protect you if I am stuck here and that is what my friend Andy wants me to do. Get me out and i am going to keep watch in case the Lake Man shows up."
" What if we are asleep and he gets to you first?"
" Bitch I am immortal!" Chucky bragged, too full of himself. " This body is made of plastic, I don't have lungs. That means i can't be strangled to death, but you can, so GET ME OUT"
The slight elevation on his voice volume, product of the annoyance, finally woke up Andy for real. Hearing you speaking with Chucky got him excited, you were his best friends and he wanted you to get along.
Feeling you pulling the doll out made him stare at you with some happy pride.
" I told you he would look after us. "
The empty spot Chucky left ended up occupied by you. Andy allowed you to jump into his bed and you rushed to hide underneath the covers.
" Don't. " The boy stopped you. " I will not let anything bad come to you, I promise."
He kissed your forehead and you hugged him.
" I love you, Andy. You are my best friend in the whole world."
" I love you too... and I bet Chucky loves you. Don't you, Chucky?"
" Sure, kiddo.Whatever you say, just go back to sleep. "
A nice detective took you back to your apartment that night because something horrible happened to Maggie while you were asleep. You told him that it had to be the Lake Man, but he didn't believe you. Your mom explained to him what you were talking about and he said that was impossible because he took him down. You didn't believe that, boogeymans can't be killed.
Hugging your mom and talking to your sister in her belly, you repeated the same promise Andy did to you. The detective playfully asked you, as many adults before did, how you were so sure she was going to be a girl. You just did, it didn't matter how many times your dad claimed the baby was going to be a boy because he wanted so. No one would convince you otherwise.
Picking up your Scooby Doo plushie as your protector for the rest of the night helped you start imagining the situation as an episode of your favorite show and that made you feel a bit better. That man didn't believe you because cops never do at first. Every time the gang stumbles with a mystery they do things on their own, being told that they are just kids.
At that moment you were just like Shaggy: very scared and hugging Scooby because you weren't feeling brave enough to face the monster. Andy, your brave friend, was like Fred. He would be coming up with a plan to catch the bad guy. There had to be a masked man, maybe someone wanted to scare you all into leaving the building because they wanted to buy it and they invented the Lake Man. Maybe all the persons that were thought gone would reappear somewhere, even Aunt Maggie.
' And I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for you meddling kids and your toys. ' The villain would say after you would unmask him while revisiting his spooky plan. The toys were the dogs: you had Scooby and Chucky was like Scrappy Doo because he was tiny, feisty and disobedient.
Maybe a bit scary too, he said a lot of bad words. No other Good Guy you saw before spoke like him. You wanted to like Chucky, but he scared you. There was something in his voice that made you feel wrong, hearing him in the dark made you want to cry. Andy was older than you, maybe that was why he didn't got scared as easily as you. That was why you felt you couldn't tell him, you feared he would think you were too little to play with him. Chucky frightened you, but thinking that Andy could want to stop being friends with you because you didn't like him scared you more.
The next time you saw them was at your apartment and then you were ready. Scooby and your Mystery Machine car toy were placed in front of the tv and you were going to watch the old episodes your mom recorded for you.
She didn't notice anything strange, just the two of you whispering things to each other while watching. Chucky laughed weird again once, but she couldn't hear because she was bussy doing something else.
From all the funny things happening in all the episodes you watched, the Chant of Manba Wanga was the only thing Chucky seemed to have found funny. It wasn't, not for you at least, because it was clearly meant to be a scary moment. His creepy laugh made you jump towards Andy, grabbing his arm tightly as if you were begging for protection. You were as scared as Shaggy and Scooby were when Mamba Wanga was casting his voodoo curse on Layla and your fear only encouraged Chucky's bad behavior. He was having fun scaring you, probably thought Andy would find it funny.
By the end of the episode, when all the persons touched by the curse and assumed disappeared were found, you spoke to your friend about your own mystery. You told him that maybe the Lake Man was like Mamba Wanga, the Green Ghost or the Black Knight, that all you had to do was solve the mystery.
" We have to find the masked man, that will make Maggie come back. "
Chucky looked at the boy, waiting for him to crush your hope.
" (y/n), there is no mystery. it wasn't the Lake Man, Chucky did it. "
You didn't know what to think anymore.
" My bad, the bitch is gone. " The doll admitted to you without hesitation. " You know, I noticed your dad is a real asshole, since he came back from work all he does is bitching because you are watching cartoons. He was the one who scared you with that thing on the news, right? But he doesn't listen to you and I don't think he really cares. I bet your dumb mom thinks that baby is going to save the marriage, but that dude doesn't feel shit for her. "
He shouldn't have said that to you, but he couldn't help himself. Chucky got to know your family and found out you were like a dysfunctional photocopy of the Pierces. Cute talky little girl, pregnant mom: the main flaw on the picture was your daddy. It was very easy to see that he was an emotionally distant husband who wouldn't win the father of the year award anyways. Everything Sarah's husband did right, your papa seemed to do wrong. He was more a manchild than a family man, someone who you weren't seeking for support or protection.
" ... Wouldn't it be nice if he would be gone too?"
Dead father jokes were upsetting for Andy too, so he had to stop. Yet, deep down, he wanted you to say yes just to deviate from his path a little and kill that man off. Two deaths in the same building would have dragged too much attention, the only thing that saved your father was Chucky's own convenience. He couldn't indulge in killing him, not if that would be an obstacle for his personal revenge on the people who screwed him over in life.
You both were seeking explanations on his part, starting to get suspicious about him.
"Chucky, why did you kill Aunt Maggie?" Andy straightfoldy confronted him once you were all in the safety of your room.
" I told you: she was a real bitch and got what she deserved."
That didn't seem to be enough for you.
"Or maybe you are just bad." You exclaimed, still hurt because you heard him say he wanted to kill your dad.
It wasn't the time and place to get into mentoring, but Chucky saw himself forced to explain his attitude somehow. Otherwise, he would have been done manipulating you.
" Sometimes violence can be really fun."
Two clueless little children stared at him like he just said the weirdest thing they ever heard. "
" I don't understand."
" It's like in cartoons, like Tom and Jerry. Isn't it fun to see the cat getting hurt chazing the mouse?
You nodded in agreement and he seemed pleased with that.
" It's funny cause Jerry is tiny and he always wins."
" ... But Tom wants to eat Jerry. " Andy replicated. " What did Aunt Maggie do to you?
"Being a pain in my ass."
" If she was annoying you, you could have called Andy's mom. Or get the big dog, the muscled Bulldog. Do you have one of those, Chucky?"
Mindless talking with little kids was the most exasperating thing ever, neither of you were able to deliver one goddamn sensical reply.
" No, but I have voodoo doll friends."
Your eyes opened wide in amazement.The intrigue made him feel flattered once more.
Dumb innocent children completely unaware of how he would have to make them witness a real voodoo ritual very soon.
When Chucky got the bad news about his doll body and assumed immortality you were the first thought element of his plan. The second kid he revealed himself to, also not his preferred choice for a new body, but he knew your fear could be useful to him. Either as a collaborator or a good bait, getting you on board was the easiest way to Andy. The little boy was protective over you, the even more little girl he befriended: he would cooperate thinking he would be saving you that way.
He knew you were not going to put any resistance against him and Karen made that part even easier. While asking you about everything you knew of him in her desperate search for information, she accidentally revealed to you ahead that he was the Lakeshore Strangler. It made him feel a bit disappointed because he was stripped from the pleasure of coming out to you as your great fear by himself.
Andy was the big boy: he was the brave, the strong, the smart. In the course of those moments you were thinking of him as your hero. He WAS your hero, without him you were just like Shaggy hiding behind furniture to avoid the monster without noticing that his long trembling legs would tell his position. It was funny in the cartoons, not in real life. You loved Shaggy, he was your favorite in the gang, but you wished you could be brave for once.The doctors took Andy away and you were alone, you had to be brave for him.
Mommy had to go out for some grocery shopping and you begged her not to leave, but she said you would be causing more mess outside than inside. Surely it was because of that time you got lost in a Wallmart after you left her side searching for the toys section, or the fact that you were used to asking for things that would catch your attention. It wouldn't be the first time you would stay at home watching tv, that's why she didn't see the problem.
You promised you would be good, you wouldn't leave her side or ask for anything, but you needed to go with her. In a hopeless attempt to make her understand, you screamed that Chucky was going to kill you. It didn't work and you stayed alone, a bad feeling telling you that he was going to come for you soon.
Pacing around the place to check on every exit, you were singing to yourself the ' Scooby Doo! Where Are You?' song to feel less lonely.
" If we can count on you, Scooby Doo. I know we'll catch that villain. "
Pathetic child, he thought while hearing you as he was sneaking in. Your shaky voice was music for his ears, he could feel you were about to cry.
" Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now." Your song began again. " Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now. "
A very noisy cackle took away any hope.
" That dog ain't gonna help you, kid."
You froze and tears began to fall.
" No one is going to help you, all you have is helping me find Andy. "
The magic of friendship, like in My Little Pony, gave you a bit of strength to talk back.
" NEVER! You want to hurt him, you never wanted to be his friend. HE IS MY FRIEND!!!"
Even to pretend you weren't scared you were overdramatic, Chucky was very fed up with you.
" LISTEN TO ME, LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" He yelled at you, threatening you with his knife. " Offering to kill your dad was me being nice... DO YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO WHEN ANGRY?"
There was no reply, so he held you at knifepoint while keeping his threatening ramble.
" If you don't do exactly as I say, there will be no more Mr Good Guy. You are going to go last, first I'm going to make you watch as I kill your mom. "
Sliding the weapon slowly, he enacted the threat pointing it against your tummy.
Your sister.
" Ríght here, (y/n). I'm gonna stab again and again and again until there will be nothing left. It wouldn't be the first time i do it."
Vengeful memories were coming back to him. Since he didn't have to hide anymore, there was no point in not enjoying the moment.
"I'm gonna tell you a story: once upon a time, a cunt thought she could fuck with me and that's how she and the little parasite growing inside her ended. That's how fucked up shit can get if i am angry. Is that what you want, Barbie? "
You nodded negatively in visible panic as your hopeless sobbing became more intense.
The name slipped out of his mouth before he could control his phrasing, you were just like her. Perhaps that was why he loved your fear: it flattered him even more through the memories attached to the comparison. Losing time was worthy in order to have you as his traumatized unwilling hostage. Not only was it convenient for his plan to get Andy's body, part of him enjoyed projecting about the Pierce that got away through you.
Despite being severely terrified, your childish mind was still able to come up with coping mechanisms. You almost ruin his mood because at some point of the way you had a cute dumb grin and he heard you giggling, as if a warm thought would be making you ignore the stress.
The monster was kidnapping you to get to your friend, just like it regularly happened to Daphne on Scooby Doo.
You were like Daphne, even if you were as scared as Shaggy.
Smart as Velma and brave as Fred, Andy didn't fall for Chucky's tricks so easily. You escaped from the doll together, getting away from the place where your friend was locked. The chaze wasn't funny like in the cartoons, but you felt so much better because he was alright and he was with you.
You would follow him anywhere, but you didn't want to go back to your apartment building knowing Chucky would go there after you. Andy was insisting on going back to his home, reminding you to hurry up, but you weren't convinced of the plan.
The fear of what could happen to your mom and your unborn sister paralized you. Hiding in an alley and forcing him to do so, you refused to give one single step more.
" Chucky will get them. " You tried to explain to him between sobs. "... My sister, he said..."
Andy cut you off while trapping you in a comforting hug.
" It doesn't matter, I will not let him do it... but you have to help me. "
He sounded like a hero to you, so brave and you were so scared.
" I can't, Andy. I will make it worse. I am not brave like you, he knows it."
You made him smile: did you really think he was brave? He was scared too, he cried in fear just like you did but you didn't see him. If he wasn't crying then, that was because he wasn't alone in that dark room anymore and you were with him.
" What if we make you brave?"
Andy showed you some smashed cookies he had in his pocket, a secret gift from one of the nurses at the hospital.
" Scooby Snacks make Shaggy and Scooby brave. "
You smiled at his offering, then opened your mouth to let him feed you the scrumbles of cookies as if he was feeding you with courage.
" Scooby Dooby Doo!!" You cheered to later kiss his cheek while your lips were still stained by scrumbles.
The innocent trick worked and you were feeling so much better, but it wasn't just because of some special power on the cookies.
It was the support of your friend that made you feel strong enough to keep up.
" I love you, (y/n). You are my true best friend."
Preparing on his home got you following Andy's lead as if it would be one of Fred's plans. Once you secured the entrances you both hid in his closet to wait. He searched through his toys looking for weapons and when you saw him picking up a baseball bat you figured out he wasn't going to stay still for long.
" Don't go, stay!!!! Don't let him find you!!"
His following action was one of the purest acts of love you experienced over the course of your life. It settled a mark of an impact then impossible to imaginate.
" Wait here. I'll keep you safe, I promised you."
Andy closed the door behind him, leaving the hiding spot to do his stand against Chucky. You hesitated, doubtful of disobeying his command, but you got out after him as soon as you heard noises making you guess he was in danger.
Too late, he was laying on the floor.
" ANDY WAKE UP!!!" You yelled and rushed to shake him. " WAKE UP, PLEASE. WAKE UP!!!!"
Chucky was there and he could have killed you easily, but you didn't care.
" STEP ASIDE, DUMB BITCH!! HE IS MINE!!!!"
Right before pulling you away he got to witness your last desperate attempt to save Andy.
A kiss, a children's interpretation of how one should be. You barely posed your lips against your friend's hoping he would wake up like Snow White or the Sleeping Beauty.
" DO YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT WOULD WORK???" The doll mocked you. " I do the magic here ... AND THIS AIN'T A FUCKING FAIRYTALE!!!!"
Chucky laid one hand on top of Andy's forehead, then he began to recite some really odd words. It sounded to you like the Chant of Mamba Wanga, only more complicated. Was he going to curse Andy? Did he want to make him disappear like in the Scooby Doo episode?
The gestures made you fear something even worse, but you didn't get enough time to react. Mrs Barclay and the nice detective came to your rescue. It was the beginning of a hard fight worthy of nightmares, but your friend woke up being still him. Andy burned Chucky alive, but not even that seemed to stop him. Only after the cop shot in the heart did he stay still, but that didn't mean you both got any peace. Neither Andy or you got convinced that Chucky could be completely gone.
That was the reasoning behind the hardest choice of your life, that you were forced to take as little kids. Even with the support of three adults who saw him, no one believed Chucky was alive and he killed all those people. If you would have followed Andy's story, they would have taken you away and there would have been no one to look after your unborn sibling. If he would ever come back, nothing would have stopped Chucky from getting to fulfill the promise he made to you.
You lied, but the boy wasn't mad at you because he knew why you did it. You two understood each other better than anyone, he saw it in your eyes with just one look.
Andy told the truth because someone had to, but that couldn't be you. He sacrificed himself for you one last time, letting his life be ruined so you could keep yours because you had to protect your sister.
She was born on that January, the nerves of your mom caused an early birth. A girl, just like you predicted.
At least he got to meet her before the doctors took his mom and he was taken away.
" I will tell her about you. Even if dad doesn't want me to, I will." You promised him, tears falling from your eyes because you knew what was coming.
You sneaked a little goodbye gift. It was a friendship bracelet that you were making for his birthday but didn't get to finish on time back then.
Andy began to cry, hugging you as if he refused to accept reality as much as you did.
" I don't want to leave! "
" I'm so sorry. I didn't want to... I don't want to lose you."
" You are my best friend." It was his way of saying that he forgave you. " You will always be. "
" You will always be with me." Was your equal reply. " I will never forget you, Andy. "
You never did, that painful separation left a hole in your heart that never healed. Even if he left forgiving you, it was you who was never able to forgive yourself. You cried in his absence, you called him in dreams. From your fifth birthday and for years to come during your childhood, you reserved one of your three wishes to ask for him to be happy.
Even after losing hope of seeing him again, all you wanted was for him to be happy somewhere else.
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Writing Self-Evaluation 2022
I was tagged by @larrysballetslippers to answer some question about my writing in 2022. It’s very very long, so I did as Aaliyah did and put the long answers below the cut and the short ones above!
1. Number of stories posted to AO3 this year: 14 (+1 hopefully)
2. Word count posted for the year: 93 900
3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction
4. Pairings: Harry/Louis (and a minor side Liam/Zayn in one fic)
5. Story with the most… (it’s all the same work)
Kudos: never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same
Bookmarks: never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same
Comments: never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same
more under the cut
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):
I’ve answered this before during an ask game, you can see my answers here & here, but I’ll leave an answer here too.
I have two fics that I’m the most proud of; never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same and can you build me a nest?
I had a lot of fun writing both these fics. when I wrote never been a fan, I took all my favorite things (touch starvation, omega drop, scenting and nesting) about the omegaverse and put them into this fic. I can’t really say why I’m proud of it, I just am.
can you build me a nest? is my first published smut, and that’s why I’m so proud of it. it’s a proof of how much my confidence has grown, that I feel comfortable enough to publish smut. and that’s why I’m proud of that one.
7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):
probably party behaviour. I really like the idea behind it, and when I wrote just the dialogue I liked it. but when I added body language and descriptions, it just wasn’t working the same way anymore. I probably wouldn’t even have posted it if it weren’t for the fact that I had teased about to to A and she was excited about it 😂
8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:
I’ve gotten some really nice comments by authors that I look up to and whose works I love. those meant so much to me. and boosted my confidence in my writing a lot 😂
but also comments that pick up on small details in the fic also makes me so happy. I got a comment on never been a fan where someone had picked up on how Louis slowly progressed to calling Harry his omega subconsciously. and I got so happy that someone picked up on that!
9. A time when writing was really, really hard:
summer! if we’re talking mentally. physically, it was in May, because I had some problems with my shoulder/arm, so I couldn’t be on my computer or I would be in so much pain. I was barely able to finish dream about a summer night in time because of that injury, and the stress that gave me, gave me a writer’s block and to some degree is still here.
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:
there are a lot that surprised me this year. my characters have a tendency of writing themselves and do things I don’t really want them to. like in can you build me a nest?, i had to delete and rewrite the nest scene multiple times because those two kept undressing themselves to have sex and I didn’t want to write more smut. but the biggest surprise was probably the entire why can’t we forgive and forget?. I never would’ve thought that I’d write vampires, for starters. and then that they were arguing, where it took place, the “plot”. everything about that surprised me.
11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:
I have too many!! and it’s impossible to choose, so I’ll add two that I’m proud of. but I have two more that I wanted to add too, a part of chapter 11 in snapshots of moments, and a part of can you build me a nest?
this is from snapshots of moments (chapter 2: tiny is a state of mind)
At that, Louis locked his phone and put it aside, then turned to Harry and said, “Even if there were no videos like this, it wouldn’t matter. H, you’d still be my baby. I’d still carry you around. You know why?” He didn’t give Harry a chance to reply before he continued, “Because your legs are only this long so you’re able to wrap them around me. Don’t you know that?”
from never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same
Louis had never met someone who loved being manhandled the way Harry did, and he loved doing it for him. Depending on his mindset, Harry would sometimes complain about being too heavy or too tall for that, something that Louis proved wrong time after time. He thought it came from the fact that Harry outgrew his family and friends, almost getting taller overnight, so people just stopped. Harry had confided in Louis previously that there were plenty of people who stopped seeing him as an omega as soon as he hit his growth spurt, forgetting his needs just because he was taller than the average omega.
12. How did you grow as a writer this year?
confidence! I’ve gotten more confident in my writing, which in turn has made me more comfortable with going outside my comfort zones.
13. How do you hope to grow next year?
I hope to get even more confident in my writing and push my boundaries even further. I am so proud over can you build me a nest?, the first piece of smut I published. and I was so proud of myself for feeling confident enough to do that, even though I was so nervous and scared. so I hope to be able to hit more mile stones like that next year!
14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)?
I’ve had multiple influences this year. I’ve gotten comments, both on fics and on snippets that I’ve posted, that have helped me a lot this year. those are too many to mention, but I have three amazing people who have helped me that deserves to be mentioned.
@larrysballetslippers - an amazing cheerleader. she’s been so supportive and boosted my confidence whenever I needed it.
@paranormalbabydoll / @bottomhaztoplou - gave me so many nice, uplifting comments when they beta’d both never been a fan of change, but we’re still the same and snapshots of moments. super supportive when I bombarded them with questions and gave them huge jobs with my fics. and also, very much a cheerleader!
@hershelsue - gave me some great writing tips when they beta’d dream about a summer night, and they pointed out things I hadn’t realised about my own writing, that I now try and think about. such as not using the same words or phrasing over and over.
15. Did anything from your real life show up in your writing this year?
it always happens 😂 there is so much of my real life in my writing. I have a WIP (that I’m not sure if I will finish) with autistic Harry who’s obsessed with learning stuff about plane crashes. this was me in august, september and october 😂 but also smaller stuff - Harry is scared of thunderstorms in dream about a summer night, that’s a piece of me that I gave him.
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?
Every writer works differently, but these are some things that I’ve learnt this year.
Don’t force it when it’s not working. if it’s not working right now, don’t force it. I ended up hating/not liking the stuff I wrote while forcing myself to write on something I didn’t want to write it. either work on something else for a change, or just take a creak.
sometimes it’s easier to write on unconventional ways. sometimes the notes app on your phone is less intimidating that a doc. sometimes it’s easier to write on your phone than on your computer. maybe it’s easier to write dialogue, then write only the dialogue.
I often start my fics with dialogue, and it looks something like this;
H: love planes. Don’t know much about em but still love ‘em
L: lucky for you, I happen to know quite a bit
H: oh?
L: I’m a pilot
H: a pilot?
L: yup
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year?
I have a few WIPs that I’m working on that I’m looking forward to finishing. but I’m the most excited about my omega gender confusion au. that’s my baby. you can read more about it and find some snippets of it here. but yeah, I’m so excited about this fic and I hope I can do it justice! and finish it during 2023! hopefully the first half, but we’ll see.
18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.
I’m sorry if you’ve already done this! I haven’t really kept up with my dash these last few days, but I tried to do a quick look! If you’ve already done this - just ignore it. and if you don’t want to do it - just ignore it.
@stylesthebrave, @neondiamond, @parmahamlarrie, @sun-lt, @kenniewen, @wabadabadaba, @alwaysxlarrie, @finelinegynandromorph, @hellolovers13, @brightgolden & @allwaswell16. and if you want to do this but aren’t tagged - just say I tagged you 😊
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