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estrellami-1 · 11 months

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If I Should Stay

Y’all are the absolute funniest most of the tags/comments on part 2 were either “oh shit Nancy????” Like we as a collective Steddie hivemind genuinely forgot Steve and Nancy were a Thing for a minute and I think that’s so sexy of us. OR y’all went “OH THANK FUCK ROBIN REMEMBERS” which. Y’all. Y’all don’t understand how little control I actually have over this fic 😂 like genuinely I’m not creating anything, it’s writing itself, I’m just writing the words down. It’s fantastic. 😂 also keep in mind I have a tentative posting schedule of every 4 days so expect something on/around the 16th! ❤️

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Eddie runs.

He’s terrified and a coward but it’s kept him alive this long so he runs, books it back to his van, ignores Harrington calling out for him, only realizes when he’s most of the way home that he’s still got the ring clenched in his hand.

He stares at it long enough at a stoplight that someone honks at him when it turns green. “What the fuck,” he whispers again, placing it on his desk when he gets home. “What the fuck.”

Wayne knocks on his door then immediately pokes his head in, which completely defeats the purpose of the knock, but Eddie’s door was open anyways. “Eds?”

“Yeah?”

“Y’alright, kiddo?”

“I think I hallucinated.”

Wayne’s silent for a few long moments. “Did you take somethin’? Or are you bein’ dramatic?”

“I didn’t take anything.”

Wayne sighs. “Wanna tell me what you think you hallucinated?”

He’s about to, it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t quite say it. Like there’s a dam at the front of his mouth, and the words can’t break through. He lets out a desperate chuckle and shakes his head, flopping backwards onto his bed. “I don’t even know.”

Wayne raises a brow, but before he can respond, there’s a knock on the trailer door.

Knock is a polite term for it. It’s more like someone’s trying to break down the door with their fist. “Munson!” Someone yells. “Open this door, dammit, or I will drag you out by your ears?”

“Boy,” Wayne says, looking at him. “What the fuck did you get yourself into?”

Eddie groans, grabs his pillow, and screams into it.

When he surfaces for air, Wayne’s gone, talking to the person at the front door. Eddie vaguely recognizes the voice. Female, young, probably someone he has a class with.

Wayne, the traitor, lets her in, and Eddie’s suddenly faced with a furious Robin Buckley. He blinks. “Buckley?”

He tries to think back, but he hadn’t sold her anything recently—or ever, for that matter—so he has no idea why she’s here, looking like she’s about to murder him. “You said you’d listen.”

He blinks again. Sits up to face her. “What?”

“Steve. He told you.”

“Steve- Harrington? Oh, come on, Buckley, are you delusional too?”

Blue eyes narrow at him. “You’ve got a little stick-n-poke on your thigh. It’s an upside down star. It’s crappy ‘cause you did it yourself, but that’s why you love it. He already said your favorite song, so I won’t repeat it. You’ve had a frankly ridiculous crush on him practically since the moment you laid eyes on him. You call your guitar your sweetheart because that’s what your mom called you, and she’s the one who taught you to play.” She crosses her arms. “I can keep going.”

“I suppose you’re from the future, then, too?” Her words catch up to him and he suddenly blanches. “I, uh, I’m not sure about your second point.”

She softens some, which is rather unexpected, but he’s grateful. “Oh, Eddie.” She sits on the edge of his bed. “Me too. It’s alright. I’m sorry, I got upset because you ran, after you told Steve you’d listen, and…” she sighs, looking around his room, before standing when she catches sight of the ring on his desk. She picks it up and studies it. “This is practically all we have left,” she says softly, and Eddie feels like throwing up.

“Because I die?”

She looks at him like she’s seeing a ghost. “Yeah.”

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worldlxvlys · 5 months

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please can you do an headcanons with Chris dealer🫶🫶 ily

dwb! chris headcannons

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: some are nsfw (don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable), cursing

a/n: ily too <33

yeah i made some nsfw cause be fr. y’all were gonna ask for nsfw ones anyway.

SFW HEADCANNONS

- when you first met, it genuinely was just regular customer and dealer interactions, until it wasn’t. once one of you gave in to the tension, there was no going back.

- chris is big on pda ! hand holding, ass grabbing, passionate kisses, the whole deal. it’s sickening for others to watch.

- you know this man calls you “ma” and “baby”. argue with the wall.

- secretly has lists of the things that you like in his notes app, but he’d never admit it.

- this man won’t let you pay for shit. you’ll have a fresh set of nails, a new protective style or haircut, eyelashes and eyebrows done without having to spend a penny.

- he has a very hard time saying no to you, you have him wrapped around your finger.

- this man does not play around when it comes to you, he will do anything necessary to keep you safe.

- he doesn’t like the idea of you having any other dealers. it’s not necessary.

- he absolutely does not like the thought of you with anyone else. you are his girl. you aren’t a possession, you’re a person. his person.

NSFW HEADCANNONS

- “ass man” this, “titties man” that. fuck that. if it’s attached to you, he’s obsessed with it. end of discussion.

- he doesn’t care if you’re plus sized or skinny, he loves you either way. especially your body. small tits, big tits, stretch marks, collarbones, fat ass, flat ass i swear this man does not care. you’re drop dead gorgeous to him, and he’s gonna make sure you know it.

- the minute his head is between your thighs, he’s gone. he loves the way you taste and he’s not stopping until your thighs are shaking and you physically have to push him away.

- he can be rough, but he also likes to take his time with you sometimes. he doesn’t want you to feel used, he wants you to feel loved and appreciated.

- this man is a switch. i don’t care what none of y’all say. he can be very dominating, but when he’s under you? he’s whining and whimpering, shaking and trembling, crying and twitching for you. he loves being in control but he also loves that his girl can take care of him and put him in his place.

- getting high together always means sex. if there’s weed involved, self control goes out the window.

- no man has ever made you feel the way chris does. every orgasm is intense and mind-numbing. the intimacy that fills the space between you two as he looks in your eyes is overwhelming. his arms wrapped around you fill you with a sense of safety and security. he’ll always be there for you.

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i love dealer chris

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its-time-to-write · 10 months

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in love with an idea

This is a very, very, v e r y minor study in the way that Jamie handles his sexuality, and the fact that sometimes it seems he thinks his only value comes from being sexy and playing football. And the fact that sometimes, one night stands are crap even if they feel good. It happens. Especially if you go home with someone wishing they were someone else. Anyway, I have another fic in the works, should be posted soon. I’ve been absent because I’m writing a long one that will never ever see the light of day because it is way too self indulgent. As if this next one isn’t going to be long and self indulgent as well. Thanks to all y’all who support my writing!! Those of you who leave comments/tags have my whole entire heart, and there is no such thing as too many comments. Special shoutout to @whimsical-roasting and @qquell bc you’re probably my biggest/most vocal supporters and I love you🥺🥺 Ok that’s enough words, enjoy the fic!

in love with an idea

Jamie feels like shit which is weird, because he doesn’t usually feel this way after hookups. He can tell you don’t notice because you just plop down on the locker room bench next to him and ask, “Did ya call your mum yet?” while grinning far too brightly.

Jamie is going to throw up. You’re smiling at him and he’s going to throw up so he gets up and rushes out of the room without a word. He pretends that he left so fast that he didn’t see your grin fade.

He’s headed to the pitch because that’s where he’s supposed to be anyway, but all he can think about is the fact that it should have been you in his bed last night. After all, it was your name that had been on the tip of his tongue all night. It was your face he kept thinking of, and your body he was imagining.

The girl had left satisfied, knowing exactly what she had signed up for, but he still feels like he used her. It’s not her fault that he’s in love with you but took her home, and yet it feels bad anyway. He wonders why no one ever talks about the shitty side of one-night stands. He has a vague recollection of Roy saying something to that effect one time, but other than that, he’s in completely unfamiliar territory.

He throws himself into training with more vigor than usual, purposely running himself ragged.

Meanwhile, you’re still on the bench looking stupefied. Isaac slides next to you in the spot Jamie vacated.

He says, “You should probably check on him,” with his usual solemn gravitas so you nod and decide to do just that.

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You don’t have time check on Jamie until after training. Ted has you running all around Nelson Road so you just barely catch Jamie in the parking lot.

“Hey!” you call. “You alright?”

Jamie spins around, icon hat atop damp hair. “Yeah, sure, good, yeah!” he says, and now you’re absolutely positive that something’s wrong. You raise an eyebrow.

“That totally sounds like something a completely alright person would say, but for some reason I don’t believe you. Is something wrong with your mum? Is that why you got all weird when I asked?”

“What?” Jamie says. “Oh. No. She’s good, yeah. She’s good. I did call her. Talked for a while, which was nice. Talked about this girl I like, actually.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when Jamie wishes he could sink into the ground. Fuck his stupid rambling.

“Oh?” you say, eyebrow still quirked. “That’s new.”

Jamie shrugs. “Yeah, it is,” he says and then his mouth betrays him once again as he continues, “I’m actually really nervous about talking to her.”

You laugh. That is utterly ridiculous, and you tell him so. “You’re Jamie fucking Tartt, Premier League footballer. People throw themselves at you every day and you eat all that attention up. Why is she so different? Hold on, are you blushing?”

You laugh. He totally is, but he denies it.

“Look,” he says. “She ain’t like a lot of people. She’s fucking…smart or some shit. Not that other people aren’t!” he continues, “But she’s just… different, like. She’s one of fucking… four people who are immune to my natural sexy glow.”

The way Jamie says the word sexy is always interesting because he never used it comedically. It’s always inserted in some serious declaration of himself, as if that and football are the only points of value he believes he has. You wrinkle your nose. “How is that possible? No one is immune. Except maybe Roy. I heard he got his anti-Tartt vaccine boosted last week. Maybe it worked a little too well,” you say worriedly.

“I dunno,” Jamie says. “She said she’s looking for someone smart and I don’t really think I fall in that category. All brawn on me, innit?”

He quirks a smile to mask this strange discomfort he has. You’re not used to seeing him anything less than confident.

“Well Jaim,” you say after a beat, “as someone who is also looking for someone ‘smart,’ it really isn’t about IQ. It’s like… it’s like someone who actually talks to you and has interesting things to say. And is interested in learning, not just from me but from whoever and whatever. And someone who doesn’t talk down. Because, god,” you laugh, “I’ve been on so many dates that are just exhausting because all these smart people want to flex their knowledge instead of sharing it. It’s like a fucked-up power struggle. I never feel that way with you, y’know?”

Jamie tilts his head in a cocky go on type of way.

There he is.

You roll your eyes. “What I mean is, you actually listen to what I say and ask questions, and aren’t rude when I don’t understand something that comes easy to you. My corner kicks are getting better, by the way,” you interject. “Sunday evening practice is paying off.” Jamie comes over every Sunday evening to kick a ball around with you on the Richmond Green.

“Of course they are,” he grins. “Learning from the best, aren’t you?” You flip his hat off his head and catch it, returning his smile.

“Just ask her out, Jaim. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And,” you add, “bring her round! Not enough footballer girlfriends around here.”

Jamie looks at you a moment, taking in the picture of you in Nelson Road’s parking lot, his cap on you head and a smile on your face that he made.

“Right,” he says, then turns to walk to his car. He’s at the door when he turns and walks back.

“Forgot something,” he says to your bemused expression. You point to his hat still on your head.

“Nope,” he shakes his head. “That ain’t it. It’s you. You’re the girl. I talked to me mum about you because I think you’re fucking great. If I’m not your type, that’s alright, but fuck it, I just really fucking like you.”

He takes a step closer. “I’m going to kiss you, so now’s your chance to walk away.”

You don’t.

You let him flip the icon hat backwards and cup your face in his hands, far more gently than you thought him capable of as he tips your head up to his.

His lips are soft on yours, and you’re vaguely aware of the fact that Trent Crimm is walking by you, shooting furtive looks your way but you don’t care.

“I think you’re fucking great too,” you reply when you finally come up for air.

Jamie grins. “Wanna go on a proper date tonight? Been thinking about where I’d take you for ages. I can pick you up in an hour thirty.”

You smile.

That sounds great.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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biguyonline · 1 year

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‘Toru’s Girl

Pairings: Satoru x (Fem!)Reader and Suguru x Satoru x (Fem!) Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Reader is called girl, and girlfriend but is never physically described (besides having eyes lol), masturbation, possessiveness, mentions of inflicting pain, cursefucker!Suguru, mentions of likening oneself to a monster, Suguru smokes a cigarette, Satoru being an asshat. Space cadet, melodramatic Suguru experiencing a bisexual awakening and a breakdown.

Summary: Reader and Satoru Gojo are a new couple, Suguru Geto finds himself jealous of his friends for more reasons than even he knew. Follow Suguru as he unearths his deeper (darker) feelings for his friends.

Notes: All characters are aged up, it’s Jujutsu Tech College over here y’all. This entire fic is inspired by the shower scene, you know the one. The idea for this fic came to me while listening to this song. While writing it, I also thought of and listened to this song and this song.

Satoru is his friend. Suguru stood staring himself down in the mirror, having to remind himself. Sobering himself to his situation. The water on his body cooling, having met the air. It beaded up in his hair and rolled down his back. Grounding himself in his reality. His feet were cold on the tile floor of the bathroom. Satoru is his best friend. The only person that has been here for him. Satoru is the only person that’s been able to help him get used to the sorcerer world, this reality. So much has changed and it keeps changing. There’s nothing left to hold on to. Suguru’s awareness came back to the sound of the faucet still on. He watched the water hurdle down the drain. This time the change wasn’t hard to define. But that didn’t make it any easier.

Suguru watched your eyes, they were glued to Satoru. All while Satoru yapped on about some nonsense that probably only you could pretend to stomach. He could see his reflection in your eyes. The way the morning sun showed off the twinkle in your eye, Suguru could tell that not only did you want Satoru, but that you are just as much of a smartass as him. He could see the love, desire, and the smug comeback you had for Satoru all before the words left your lips. Suguru could stay lost in your eyes, if they would ever meet his gaze.

“Hey, man!” Satoru snapped his fingers in Suguru's face. “Are you sleeping enough lately?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Suguru shrugged and leaned back in his seat.

“We’re getting ice cream before I have to do a field assignment today.” Suguru couldn’t tell if you were rubbing it in his face or inviting him to be a third wheel.

“Come with us, get out of your dorm. The rest of your day is gonna be boring anyway.” Satoru’s gorgeous smile was full of teeth that were going to fall out of his head if he continued to let his sweet tooth take charge of his diet. Not that Suguru found himself to be one to talk, he had a collection of unhealthy habits. Maybe that’s what’s left of their humanity.

"I've got something better to do today than rot my teeth with you two.” Suguru lied. “But I'll make time." The smile he faked felt real for a passing moment.

Suguru walked behind you and Satoru on the way to the creamery. He'd gone with Satoru countless times before you started tagging along. So why was he the one "tagging along" now? He watched your hips sway as you walked. It made him sick. He couldn't help but imagine your hips rocking and swaying on his best friend's cock. Satoru's arm around you began to wonder. Groping you in public?! Satoru would be so audacious. The way Satoru's arm fit around you so well left a lonely spot around Suguru. In that moment Suguru wished someone would hold him like that.

You and Gojo split some obscene pile of sugar. Chatting, giggling. You were animated as you talked, it wiggled the booth Suguru was sharing with you. The side of your body rubbed against his. Suguru wanted to plant his hand on your thigh to steady you, to feel you. Suguru questioned if he’d ever find someone like you, or if he’d have to take you. Suguru smirked to himself, he could have you if he wanted to. He fought away the thought. Suguru felt dirty for wanting you so badly. You belonged to Satoru, and as much as Suguru tried to respect that, he couldn’t accept it.

Suguru found himself playing along. Pretending that you and he could share Satoru, that you and he could be just friends. He couldn’t find another way to have both you and Satoru in his life so why change things? He wouldn’t lose his best friend just to have you. Not in his right mind. It was painfully sweet to have the both of you at his side and yet just out of reach. There was no reason to tear down the dynamic you and Satoru had built. You were happy, and Suguru thought he could learn to be. Suguru pulled himself from his thoughts when he noticed the tone of the discussion had changed.

“You mad?” Satoru taunted you. “As far as I can tell, you don’t have an argument.” Satoru winked at you before going back to his side of the sundae milkshake you were sharing with him. Suguru found it hard to tell when the two of you were flirting or arguing.

“Satoru, you shouldn't pick on your girlfriend. You’re hardly hearing her out.” Suguru tutted.

“Who else am I supposed to pick on then? You?” Satoru challenged Suguru, a sugarcoated shiteating grin spread across his face. “Ya think you know how to treat my girlfriend better than me?” Satoru’s words cut deeper than he knew.

“That’s enough.” You put your foot down. “This has nothing to do with what we were debating” You rolled your eyes. “I was enjoying our discussion until you two derailed it. I’m the one who’s going to have to go deal with some cursed spirit later, can we please just have a nice time?” You reached out and touched both their hands. Suguru smiled and his heart fluttered when you smiled back.

“It’s irrelevant that curses exist in context with the regular public, when they can’t even see them. What does it matter that they see us?” Satoru cleared his throat and settled back into the discourse the two of you were having.

Suguru recognized his age-old gotcha question and it was Suguru’s turn to roll his eyes. But he kept his opinions to himself this time. Having already argued that very topic into the ground to no avail, he opted to watch you try your hand at it while enjoying his milkshake.

As the two of you continued to talk at length Suguru couldn’t help but start to compare himself to Satoru, and wonder what exactly it was you saw in his best friend. Satoru is smarter, and very handsome in a different way, but Suguru judged himself to be much more charismatic, polite, and in touch with his emotions. All things Satoru lacked. Satoru is shameless, rude, but admittedly confident. Satoru’s confidence and jovialness were definitely his charms. His unique looks were captivating. Satoru has those gorgeous eyes everyone knows about but Suguru wondered if anyone had seen them as up close and personal as he had. Surely no one else has felt how soft Satoru’s tousled hair is, except maybe he’d have let you. So many things are effortless for Satoru, and the long and lean form of his body accentuates his grace, Satoru has poise when he wants to. Other times he does come off as lanky and awkward, its purposeful Suguru supposes, he does it in an attempt to be humorous. Which Satoru is not so effortless in. Suguru treasures how hard Satoru tries to make him laugh.

Suguru shook his head. He lit a cigarette and sighed out his first draw as he watched you kiss Satoru goodbye. You split away from Suguru and Satoru disappearing into the sea of pedestrians, it was just the two of them now. Walking back to campus together. The heartbeat of nostalgia was flatlined with melancholy. It stung in his chest. The ache of carrying unspoken feelings used the smoke in his lungs to tie a knot in his throat. He felt like his hands had rope burn from holding on to old times.

“You could be here with me right now.” Satoru hinted, a small knowing smile on his face.

“What?” Suguru stammered, only having heard pieces of what Satoru said.

“You’ve been stuck in here more recently.” Satoru jabbed his finger at the side of Suguru’s head. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Satoru shrugged.

“No worries.” Smoke trailed from Suguru’s mouth.

“Yeah, because you definitely do all of that for me.” Satoru wrapped an arm around Suguru’s shoulders. “Maybe I could try doing some of the worrying for you.” Satoru offered.

“No, I’m fine.” Suguru instinctually pushed away what was happening as he started to get overwhelmed. Satoru’s eyes wandered behind his heavily tinted glasses. He noticed Suguru’s body language changed into something he didn’t recognize. Timidness? It didn’t suit Suguru at all.

“Then pretend I didn’t say anything.” Satoru sighed. His hand trailed down Suguru’s side. Suguru felt like he was trying to play it cool while a snake wrapped around him. Satoru’s hand settled on Suguru’s hip and Suguru let it stay there.

Suguru’s white knuckle grip clenched the sides of the sink. He thought maybe if he looked hard enough into the eyes of this alternate self standing in front of him that then maybe they could swap places. Maybe then, life would be easier. Life would be different. Why was he here alone in his dorm room? Especially now, when there was a chance in that alternate reality he was peering into, he was in Satoru’s room. No, in this reality he chose to be alone with his spiraling thoughts. What was that? He asked himself for maybe the thousandth time because his feet were too heavy to walk next door and ask Satoru why he did what he did on their walk here. What didn’t you see in him that you saw in Satoru? What did Satoru see in him? A friend? Or something more? How would that make you feel?

Wasn’t love supposed to be what you and Satoru had? Not whatever feeling was happening to Suguru. Still, the more he felt like a monster the closer he felt to finding what this feeling must be. Suguru often liked to think about his feelings. He liked to find the logic in them, to make sense of things, to make things right. He never thought it’d feel so good to feel wrong. Suguru was never one to let go of his senses. There was always a point, always a cause, always a reason. Something deep inside him was calling on him to let go. Maybe Satoru had finally gotten to him? Satoru never had a cause, never stood for anything but himself. Satoru had you because he was selfish enough to claim you as his. What was love if not the jealousy inside Suguru that had grown large enough to eat you both?

Suguru’s hair stuck to the back of his neck. He pulled his hair into a bun to get it off of himself and peeled off his damp shirt. If he kept thinking about you and Satoru he was going to have to shower for the second time today. His thoughts waivered, flickering between lust and intrusive memories of different exorcisms he had performed. What if he could exorcise you like a curse? What would you taste like? What would Satoru taste like? How would Satoru feel inside him? How would it feel for the two of you to be utterly consumed by him?

“Fuck.” Suguru groaned low and breathy when he finally acknowledged how his body was reacting to his thoughts.

Still frozen in the eye of his own storm he could hardly bring himself to move. His hand at his side slowly drifts towards his core. He sighs again as his fist wraps around himself. His hips instinctively rut against his hand. Suguru hisses through his teeth, he opens his eyes he didn’t realize he had closed as he tries to bring back a part of him that isn’t just an animal. He settles against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, tightening his grip when he decides to fully give in to himself.

He pulls himself free of his pants and already beads of precum throb out of him and flow through the spaces between his fingers. His muscles twitch and his breath shakes as he tames himself. He starts a rhythm that’s just steady enough to appease himself. His strokes have a twist to them, like he’s wringing the precum out of himself. He moans, biting his lip hard enough for it to sting.

Maybe Satoru had you, maybe Satoru wanted you, but Suguru needed you. Suguru could feel himself losing who he thought he was. Nothing would make sense anymore without you, without Satoru. That’s why he needed you, why he clung to you. That’s why he’d dig his nails into you until he drew blood, just to hear you scream his name. His cock pulsed in his hand at the thought. He scraped his thumbnail up from the base to the tip, following the engorged vein up his shaft.

The sounds of pleasure bounce off the bathroom walls, echoing around Suguru. He was surrounded by himself in more ways than one. His movements become sloppier, his rhythm increases to a brutal pace, the same way he imagines he’d fuck you. Overpowering, all consuming, a force you’d be powerless against. Suguru could hear you brainlessly begging as he fucked you stupid. He bet Satoru never hurt you, but he would, and you’d love it.

Suguru’s movements became erratic, his chest heaved and his mind raced. He was reaching a fever pitch and balancing on a razor sharp edge. He could feel the ghost of Satoru’s hand on his hip. He could see in his mind Satoru knelt before him. Suguru envisioned you next to him with a look of post-orgasm high kissing up and down his neck, all while your boyfriend Satoru sucked him off. Satoru was so high above everyone. Satoru was unreachable, and untouchable. If Satoru ever stooped down to Suguru’s level, Suguru would make him live to regret it. If it was a fair fight, Suguru would win. If Satoru ever showed a shred of humanity Suguru would crush it between his teeth and revel in the feeling of it oozing down his chin and neck. He’d make Satoru what he knew he was really born to be, the strongest curse of them all.

Suguru’s breathing stuttered at the thought of the two of you becoming curses, and living under his control. The two of you belong to him. A low moan rattled his chest as he came hard. Thick ropes of white cum spurt onto his chest. One lands on his chin, another on his chewed and swollen bottom lip. His tongue lazily swipes it up as he opens his mouth panting to catch his breath. He groans and peels himself off the wall. Leaning forward he turned the faucet handle to start a shower.

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moony-2001 · 4 months

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Lore Olympus ch. 257-262 critique pt. 2

Aaaand we're back

Ch. 260

Hermes, Hebe, and trauma dumping

Jumping right into it, Hermes pissed me right the fuck off. I don't know why Demeter didn't want to accept the aid from the underworld, but I'm sure pride must be some of it. But for Hermes to call it an "in-law tiffy-tiff" was beyond wrong. I don't know or remember what, if any, beef he has with Demeter but read the fucking room, man.

I'm so glad Demeter took Hebe in though, like the absolute Queen that she is. One thing that disturbed me a little when Hebe and Demeter got to talking is how Rachel tries to pass off Hera's trauma dumping on Hebe as if it's nothing.

First of all, 18-year-olds are still kids. I know (at least for the vast majority here in the US) that 18 is the legal age of adulthood, but the human brain doesn't finish developing until around age 25. Even if that's how the rules in LO work (I have a sneaking suspicion they're not though, seeing as Persephone is technically stuck at age 19 for the rest of time) Hebe is 7 years off from having a fully developed brain.

Additionally, I don't like how Rachel frames the idea that Hebe found out all of this information from her mother as a now 18-year-old. I don't know if Rachel is forgetting her own damn timeline (not that there was a cohesive one in the first place) but Hebe wouldn't have been 18 at the time of finding out this information.

Remember the 10-year time skip? Yeah, that whole thing? And how 5 of the 6 Traitors were in a coma? For 10 years? In case you haven't picked up what I'm trying to put down, Hebe was 8 years old when her mother went into that coma. Which means that Hera dumped all this information on a literal fucking child who was 8 or potentially even younger since we have no frame of reference for when Hebe was told this information.

Demeter is right. It is wrong to burden your kids with that. I don't know Rachel, but from this writing, I would venture a guess that she's never had a parent trauma dump on her.

I have. Rachel has no idea how mentally taxing it is to have a parent trauma dump on you or have them drag you into the middle of their fights or vent about their spouse/your other parent to you behind their back. That is not something a parent should EVER do to a child and I'll be damned if I ever do that to mine.

And while there is a shred of truth to what Hebe is saying, about how that information helps her understand her mom, Hebe does not (and in fact should not) be part of her mother's journey to work on herself, especially at that young of an age. Your child is not your therapist.

Demophon, the not child of Demeter

I will say, I am glad that Demeter finally decided to open up to her somewhat adult daughter. Oh, what's this? Persephone looks upset and-

😀😐

of-fucking-course

Is this it?? Is this the moment when we finally find out what happened to Demeter in Attica all those years ago-

Anyway, what we find out is that while in Attica, Demeter supposedly fell in love with the King of Eleusis and had Demophon, a my little pony-looking abomination not worse than whatever the fuck the above pictures are supposed to be. But if you note my title for this portion of the chapter, you'll see it says "the not child of Demeter". And that, dear readers, is because Demophon is in fact not a child of Demeter in the original myths. And Rachel also spelled his name wrong. (You can read more about him here: Demophon of Eleusis)

It seems to me that Rachel is doing what most couples with a failing relationship do: throw a baby at it and hope it will fix the problems.

What technicality? Do you mean the "technicality" that Demeter was punished for insubordination (regardless of her intentions) and lived as a mortal for 10 years? And during that time as a mortal had a son who was born as and died as a mortal? Forgive me if I'm being slow here, but I don't see what this "technicality" is supposed to be. How is Demophon's death any different from the mortals that Persephone killed and asked if it was possible to bring back?

I'm gonna sound a little nitpicky here, but Hades is the god of the dead (and wealth) not the god of death. Believe it or not, there is a difference, and the brushing aside of that difference is the reason why people still get Hades and Thanatos mixed up to this day. Plus does no one remember what happened to Asclepius when he figured out how to raise the dead? tl;dr: not good things.

I have a feeling that all this is happening because Persephone and Hades are trying to buy off Demeter. They want brownie points with the woman who is rightfully upset about everything that is happening right now. And I'll be willing to bet that this smooths things right over with her.

Ch. 261

Off-topic, Demeter looked really pretty in this chapter #standemeter

The "technicality" and Hades' BS

I am glad Demeter gets this small bit of happiness but also:

Nice try, but that's not how that works. Get your smug, ugly-ass mug out of here. Once again, why is Demophon the exception? Because you're whipped for Persephone? Because you want a gold star from your MIL who has perfectly valid reasons to not like you?

Ah. I guess his name is Triptolemus now. Triptolemus who is the older brother of Demophon. Who is also not a son of Demeter. Sure.

NO DON'T FALL FOR IT DEMETER. IT'S A TRAP-

The sisters

It is nice for the most part to see Hera, Demeter, and Hestia interacting. I don't think that's something we've seen outside of flashbacks.

I don't, however, like this interaction between Demeter and Hera:

Yeah, no, that's not how that works. Demeter has every right to be mad at you for helping Hades and Persephone get around the fact that they "violated the laws of Xenia (hospitality)". It doesn't matter if Persephone was a "wild card". Hera had no right to marry them.

In fact, I had a conversation with anoldplace and something we discussed is how much Hera's responsibility/involvement in Persades is kinda just... brushed off. Especially if you look back at the way early chapters (I'm talking s1 early) when Hera changes her tune from "wtf, that's so gross, what is wrong with you" to "Let me get this whole ball rolling". Persephone wouldn't have even had half the interactions she did with Hades had Hera not put her in that internship for the underworld. And Demeter doesn't even know about the early stuff. Think about how livid she would be if she found out Hera was pulling the strings from the beginning. Yikes.

Different topic but the fact that both Demeter and Persephone love to swim is cute.

Ch. 262

Jfc, finally. I'm so tired lol.

Hera's prophecy

In honor of Hera's ugly highlighter-looking color, the sections shall, too, be in yellow.

I was pretty excited to see that Hera got a vision. I'm also sad that this isn't something we see utilized more often in the series. In fact, we don't really see any of the goddesses use their powers besides... oh, for Christ's sake. I don't even want to say it, it just adds to her Mary Sue-ness.

Place your bets on how long it takes for Rachel to dress Persephone in something similar, if not identical, to this.

Moving on, we see Kronos smush and kinda throw Hera away and she's left wondering:

That's cute and all, but no. Like I huffed and puffed with the whole "attempted murder" bullshit with Zeus, for one to die, they must be mortal. If gods could die, they wouldn't be gods. They would be human looking at you Demophon. I understand why the sentiment of dying is upsetting, but Hera, Zeus, whomever cannot die. I suppose similar to Egyptian mythology, they could be chopped up and have their parts scattered to the winds but from what I've seen, there's nothing in Greek mythology that details anything like that.

I did see a really funky theory that I agree with that Hera must be some kind of fertility goddess. In fact, I've seen a lot of people speculate that she was the fertility goddess on the wall of that cave that was destroyed. It would be really wonderful if that greyed-out goddess in Hera's vision was her and not Persephone. Kinda like the ultimate "taking back the power" moment. But tbh I'm not hopeful.

Persephone and Hades... yay/s

*gag* anyway-

Hades decided to give the MORTAL Demophon his whole stash of ambrosia but he doesn't really know if it will actually work and he's salty that Zeus is stingy with it.

Okay, first of all, if it's that damn important that you have ambrosia and you're going to be a salty mofo that the only person who has it is stingy with it, make your own damn ambrosia. You're telling me you've been alive for thousands of years yet the thought hadn't occurred to you once? Bffr. Watch this come back and bite them in the ass in the series finale.

Secondly, if you've never done this before, how do you know it's going to work for Demophon? I mean, it probably will because plot armor, but seriously? What would happen if Demophon just kicked the bucket all over again? Like congratulations, you re-traumatized your wife's mother who already doesn't like you.

Final thoughts

This is all just unraveling so quickly. Watch Demophon disappear and never be addressed again. I am really hoping that this series wraps up between March and May like genericpuff predicted because I am tired. I mean, I'll miss the ability to make content while the material is still piping hot, but also reading this comic is taking a toll on my health. I have never seen my blood pressure in such a state. And I'm not even the one writing the comic.

I can't imagine being in Rachel's shoes rn. I know this point has been beaten to death by everyone and their moms (myself included), but it's so clear that Rachel just doesn't give a shit about this comic anymore. And it's sad. But I also get it.

Rachel has talked about after LO she wants to do a comic along the lines of this but involving Egyptian or Norse mythology. I hope she doesn't for very obvious reasons, but if she decides she wants to step up to the plate for what will inevitably be LO pt. 2, I hope she takes the time to actually research the cultures and learn from the very egregious mistakes that she made here. I won't be there if she does.

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter XX: A Fine Line Between Hope And Despair

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summary: your night turns sour when you can’t bring yourself to leave eddie’s side just yet.

a/n: everyone please give a round of applause to me, willow, for completing two chapters within four weeks of each other for the first time since october! i love when i’m motivated it makes me feel sooooo good about posting. i hope y’all enjoy! a scene included was inspired by this post

tags: rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, afab!gnc!reader, use of y/n, mutual pining, angst, these two can’t catch a break

cw: sexual harassment, descriptions of violence (eddie gets beat up), wounds, mentions of blood. this fic includes mature content not suited for readers under the age of 18. MDNI

March 1986

Eddie’s POV

“Eddie, please. Stay with us, please. Baby, baby please.” Your voice is muted, like he’s underwater. He’s hurt. Bad. Chunks of flesh have been torn from his torso, leaving only bloody holes that rise and fall as he tries to breathe with little luck. It hurts to move at all, and the corners of his vision are starting to blacken. He has a particularly large gash just under his chin, and you won’t look at him, afraid to reveal anything about his own condition to him.

He knows, of course. There’s no chance he’s making it out of here alive, but that won’t stop you from trying. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Get outta here while you can, yeah?” It’s barely a whisper, more of a rasp, a ghost of what his voice once was.

“No. No! How could you ask such a thing of me? Help is coming. I’m not leaving you. I won’t.” Your voice is beyond broken, each word forced out between violent sobs. The creatures responsible for tearing Eddie apart have seemingly vanished into thin air, leaving the world around him now eerily silent, save for Dustin sniveling behind you. “The rest are on their way. We’re gonna get you outta here, okay? Eddie? Baby you can’t close your eyes, keep talking to me…” But your voice quickly fades as his eyes start to flutter.

—

April 1986

“No. I’m not letting you do that.” Eddie turns his back to you, facing the wall. He’s been in bed all day, sulking, in pain, and taking his frustrations out on you.

“Eddie, please. Wayne isn’t home and you need to change the bandages. Please. Let me help you.” You reach for your boyfriend, and he recoils from your touch. It breaks your heart to see him like this, and you know it’s not his fault, but it still hurts your feelings.

An idea comes to you. It’s a risk, it could seriously piss Eddie off. “Okay. Guess I’ll call Steve.” You turn to get up, but you’re stopped by the firm grasp on your wrist.

“Absolutely fucking not,” For someone in so much pain, Eddie is still very strong.

“Will you let me help you then?”

He groans, long and low. “Fine.”

“There. Now was that so hard?”

—

Present Day

Your POV

“Thank you for comin’ out tonight, be sure to catch our show tomorrow night! You know this one, let’s fuck this place up!” Of course, they start in on Master of Puppets, the finale to end all finales.

You can sense Eddie’s eyes on you in your peripheral, burning a hole through the side of your head. When you look at him, he’s beaming, grinning ear to ear as he completely ignores the band in front of him, focused instead on you singing and head banging along. “What’re you all smiley about?” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.

He shakes his head shyly, hair obscuring the blush on his cheeks. “You know damn well.”

You giggle, taking his hand in yours. “Thanks for hangin’ out. I know it’s not easy.” Eddie scoffs, lacing his fingers between yours. “It’s the easiest thing in the world, actually.” You know he’s lying, but it’s nice to hear anyway.

—

The crowd disperses outside, the warm air hitting you as you exit the club. Eddie plucks a cigarette from the pack and offers you one that you take gratefully. Metallica fans do double takes as they walk by the pair of you, some mumbling to their friends about how “That’s Eddie Munson! and Y/n L/n!” You snort as Eddie waves to a group of gawking girls, and you have to hide yourself in Eddie’s chest as one of them trips over their own feet, not paying attention to where they’re going.

“You wanna grab a bite?” Eddie offers, swinging your arm and his as you walk back toward the hotel.

“Yeah, I’m starved.”

You walk for what feels like awhile, your hand never not touching his. Eventually, you happen upon the neon lights of a bar and grille, rock music from twenty years ago buzzing in the cheap outdoor speakers. The place is fairly packed, and you find yourself more anxious than you’d prefer. Eddie must notice your posture change, because he squeezes your hand. You look up at him, and the question is clear in his eyes. Are you okay?

You nod, and squeeze his hand in return before clearing your throat to answer the hostess. “Two, please?”

The girl is young, probably in high school. Her big eyes flick back and forth between you and Eddie a few times as she pops her gum, as if trying to place where she knows you. “Follow me.” She says finally, without any indication that she knows a thing.

“Psh, square.” Eddie whispers, and you have to bite back a cackle. She seats you at the bar, crammed between each other and a stranger.

—

Eddie’s POV

It’s your turn to ask, but you use your words. “Are you okay? Sorry, I mean, is this—“

Eddie shakes his head, halting your anxious ramble. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me.”

“What can I get ya?” The bubbly bartender appears seemingly from thin air, causing Eddie to jump. “Ope! Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya! I’m Lizzie, I’ll be your server this evenin’.”

As Eddie overcomes his startled heart, you order a drink for yourself, a soda for Eddie, and an appetizer of soft pretzels. When the waitress whose name he’s forgotten disappears across the bar, you turn to him. “What’s on your mind?”

“Hm?”

“What are you thinking about?”

Truthfully, not much. For the first time in a long time, Eddie’s mind is quiet. “Nothing, if you can believe that.”

Your smile widens, and Eddie feels his chest tighten. Oh, right. There’s always that. Always you. “What about you?”

You shrug. “I’m having a lot of fun with you.” You sound sincere, and without a drop of pity.

“Me, too. A really nice time.”

Bubbly Waitress returns suddenly, almost slamming the glasses on the counter in front of you. “Here ya are! I’ll be right back with those pretzels.”

She leaves, and when Eddie turns his attention back to you, you’re already looking at him, hiding your fit of giggles behind your napkin.

—

Your POV

“I’ll be right back.” You’re about halfway through your meal when your bladder betrays you. Eddie nods, and you push yourself from the stool to locate the restroom.

When you’re finally able to see the door marked RESTROOMS, your path is obstructed suddenly, vision blocked by the chest of a large, solid form of a bar patron.

“Hey honey, you here on your own?” His speech is dreadfully slurred, and you look up to find his lips practically wet with liquor.

Even if you were, what makes this brick think you’d reveal it to him? Oh, right. Probably the alcohol. “No, I’m not. Would you excuse me, please? I need to use the restroom.” You don’t want to make this man angry. Somewhere, deep in your DNA, you feel the need to appear pliant to this man. Because he is a man, one very clearly stronger and more confrontational than you.

“Aw, c’mon. Let me buy you a drink, sexy.” His hand comes far too close to your chest for your liking as he pleads again with you, the rank smell of whiskey tickling your nostrils.

You glance to where your company sits, and find him staring back at you, watching like a dog for signs of trouble. He catches your eyes and you let the tiniest of nods slip. He’s off his feet in seconds.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Hey, baby! There you are.” He approaches with his arms wide, and you latch onto his lifeline. He shoves the giant out of his way with little struggle and wraps his arms around you, squeezing protectively. His heart races as you claw at him, practically shaking as you bury your head in his chest.

“Yo, bro. I was here first.” This guy just won’t quit.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie turns to face the guy, who’s about two inches taller than him and twice as built.

“You can have a go when I’m done, man. Back off.”

Eddie clenches his fists at his sides, so tightly he’s sure he’s drawn blood. He breathes deeply through his nose to stifle the fire in his chest.

“I’m not interested, asshole!” You spit from over Eddie’s shoulder, and he relaxes the tiniest amount.

“Oh shut up, bitch, you’ll get my dick whether you like it or not.”

He blacks out after that. When he comes to, Eddie is on top of the gigantic man, fist coming down onto his face at full force. Quickly, the guy rolls over to gain the upper hand, and Eddie has no time to react before his nose is crushed by his punch, gushing blood into his mouth.

“Hey, HEY! You two, FUCK OUTTA MY BAR.” The manager is a short, hairy man with a gold chain dangling around his exposed chest. Before Eddie can register what’s happening, three clones of you hover over him, scooping his limp body into your grip to carry him outside.

—

Your POV

“I know. I know! He’s sober. I don’t know why, Steve!” You’re trying to stay quiet as you beg into the phone for Steve to come bail Eddie out of jail. You're at the police station, filing a witness report, explaining in every way you know how to that Eddie is not in the wrong for this.

The cops won’t listen. Of course they won’t. Because “talking to a lady isn’t against the law, ma’am.”

It takes about an hour, but Steve shows up with words from the big fancy lawyers, and that somehow gets Eddie out of shackles. Typical.

Eddie is beaten, badly. His eye is almost swollen shut, turning black and blue at an alarming rate. His face is stained with the blood from his nose and mouth, as well as his white t shirt. You feel your heart crack and spider at the sight of him. The edges of your vision darken when he tries to smile and winces.

—

“What the fuck happened?!” You’re at the hospital. Eddie needs stitches in his forehead, and is being kept overnight to monitor him for a concussion. The ice pack given to him by the police sits melted in his lap. The usually bright fluorescents are dimmed to a hazy glow to accommodate for the time of night.

“Sh, Stevie. Stop yelling.” Eddie covers his eyes with one hand dramatically, reaching the other blindly to Steve’s face.

Steve slaps his hand away before continuing. “I feel like every time you two are together, there’s trouble. I’m starting to regret-“ He catches his tongue when your eyes widen. “Never mind. The guy said he won’t press charges if you don’t, and we gave him a thousand to keep that word. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Steve, he was harassing me. I needed help, he was too big, he could have killed me.” You speak finally, angry at your friend now. “Eddie was there for me, something I’m pretty sure is your job, Steve.”

Steve gapes at you, speechless.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Don’t feel bad, I was sober. I made this stupid decision without a drop in me. There’s nothing you could have done to stop it.”

Steve huffs. “Well. I’m glad you’re both okay. I just need you guys to keep a lower profile when you’re out so this shit doesn’t happen.”

“Oh yeah, Steve, sorry. I’ll remember that next time I have to piss in public.”

The two of you bicker before Eddie interrupts with his shushing, finger to his swollen lips. “Though I would love to continue this very important discussion, I need to go to sleep.”

“Uh, Ed, I hate to break it to you. You’re not getting sleep tonight.”

Eddie sits up and winces at the pain. “What?”

You nod. “You can’t sleep. Not for awhile, anyway. They’re afraid you have a concussion.”

“Well, shit.” He groans, opening his eyes. “Now what?”

“We can keep you awake?” You offer, and Steve seizes the opening.

“We’ll do it in shifts. Y/n, take a nap first. I have to talk to Eddie anyway.”

—

Eddie’s POV

He doesn’t have the energy to fight with Steve, so he watches you exit the room with a small wave to him, and a quick hug for Steve.

“Seriously?” Steve places himself at the end of the bed. “You willing to risk everything for that? For some macho guy pissing contest?”

“You woulda done the same thing for them, for anyone. That guy was a moron.”

“Maybe, but you have a career, Ed. A reputation.”

“First of all, fuck you. I thought you got over that elitist shit after high school. Plus, if anything, I’m proud to have that reputation. I don’t take shit from guys like that, I don’t think that’s a problem.”

Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Look, man. I didn’t wanna tell you this, but you’re on thin ice. The label wants to drop you.”

Eddie’s ears are ringing suddenly. He thinks he’s heard wrong. There’s no way. The brute must have punctured his eardrum. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I don’t know the details. Your agent called me last week to tell me the executives weren’t happy with all the negative attention you’re getting. If this shit from tonight gets out, you’re almost surely cooked.”

Fuck. Fuck! “What are the chances of that happening?”

Steve shrugs. “Was anyone taking pictures?”

Eddie tries to remember. He remembers the song playing, I Can’t Live With You by Queen. He remembers the guy smelled like cheap beer and thick body spray. He remembers the fear in your eyes before he came over to you. He remembers the anger. Then nothing. “I don’t know.”

“Then I don’t know either. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

—

Your POV

You wake to Steve standing over your makeshift cot. “Hey, I’m gonna get back to the hotel. You okay to keep him awake?”

Your eyes wander to the clock above the door. 3AM. Shit. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. You sit up, squinting even in the dim light of the room. Eddie’s eyes are seemingly focused on the pages of a lifestyle magazine.

“Okay. I’ll see you later. Love you.” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Bye, Stevie. Love you too.”

He exits after saying goodbye to Eddie, the door closing quietly behind him. “Alone at last.” Eddie teases, patting the bed next time. “Doubt it’s any more comfortable than the cot.”

You shrug, dragging your sluggish body into the small hospital bed, under the paper thin blanket barely big enough for one of your legs. “God, I don’t think you need me to keep you awake, this shit is so uncomfortable.” You squirm around trying to get cozy without imposing on Eddie, but he seems to catch on. He stretches his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in to lay on his chest.

“This okay?” He asks, voice hoarse with sleep.

“It won’t be if I fall asleep. What use will I be then?” You don’t bother lifting your head to speak, you can feel your eyes closing against your will.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you awake to keep me awake.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

You feel him shrug. “Tell me a story.”

“What?”

“Y’know. A funny story, a happy anecdote. I like hearing you talk.”

You debate arguing, but ultimately decide you owe him at least this much for taking such a beating. You think for a minute, what you could possibly say to Eddie to both keep him awake and entertained.

“Did I tell you about the time I met Bono?”

“What?!” Eddie cackles, shifting so he can look at you. “You’re lying.”

“I promise! I was in Boston, 1981. My dad took me to their concert at this tiny club called The Paradise. It was one of their first shows in the states, so they could play a teeny tiny venue with no issues.” You recall the night as you tell the story. Your dad had gotten tickets from a work friend, and he knew you were a huge fan at the tender age of thirteen. “We ended up running into him at the bar, and I had no idea what to do. I just kinda poked him.”

“Poked him?” Eddie’s bewildered.

“Yeah, like,” You playfully poke Eddie in his arm. “Poke. That’s it. Didn’t say a thing.”

“What did Bono do?”

You shrug. “I don’t remember. I think he just laughed it off, maybe said something to my dad.”

“Why’d you poke him?”

You shrug. “No idea.”

Eddie laughs, and you giggle with him. It’s such a stupid event, but it does the job of keeping Eddie’s eyes open.

—

The sun streams through the blinds of the stale, gray hospital room, rousing you from sleep. Sleep?! Shit! You wake up frantically, only to realize the bed is empty. “Eddie?!”

The toilet flushes, and you hear the faucet start. Okay, so he’s awake, that’s good.

Eddie exits the bathroom wiping his wet hands on his hospital gown. He’s put his jeans on underneath it, as if afraid you’d see his naked ass. The thought makes you blush. “I’m so sorry, why didn’t you wake me?”

Eddie sits back down on the bed, swinging his leg up and around you, locking you between his thighs. “You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bring myself to. ‘s okay, I stayed up.” He shrugs. “Doctor said I was good to go, I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

—

Eddie’s POV

Steve is parked on the curb outside. He scowls at Eddie when he enters the passenger seat, leaving you to climb into the backseat. He’d usually let you ride shotgun, but he volunteers to take the brunt of Steve’s lecture. “Lay it on me, big boy. I know you wanna.” At first, Steve says nothing, stewing in his own frustration, chewing the inside of his cheek as he peels out of the parking lot.

“Y’know,” He starts after agonizing minutes, “I think I said my piece. I’m not pissed, if that’s what you mean. I know why you did it.” He lowers his voice so you can’t hear him over the music in the back, “I would do the same for them. For you, for anyone here. But you gotta remember who you are.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He doesn’t want to argue, and his head is still throbbing, but Steve just knows how to light him up.

“It means you’re famous, Eddie! Like it or not, people know who you are. They like you, love you even! You can't beat up random guys in bars anymore. Not if you wanna keep your job.”

“What if I don’t want to keep my job?” He bites without thinking, but there’s a truth to his question. What if?

That catches Steve off guard. “What?”

“What if I wanna quit? Y’know, be normal, do normal guy things? I could work as a mechanic, move somewhere nice with the money I did save. What then?”

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know, Steve.”

He blows a breath through tight lips. “Well, you’ll have time to think about it. After this week, the leg is over. You get four weeks to do whatever you want before we hit New England and Canada. Give you some time to figure your shit out.”

This hits Eddie like a brick to the skull. A whole month of no touring. Where is he supposed to go? He can’t bear to face Wayne and Hawkins again yet, and Boston is way out of the question if you’re there. You. What are you gonna do? Do you even know about this month off? You probably do, you pay attention to those things, while Eddie barely knows what day of the week it is at any given point.

What is a month away gonna do to the progress he’s made with you? You said you needed time, but space, too? He’s starting to panic.

“Earth to Edward?” Your voice calls him back to the present.

“Hm?”

“Food. You want?”

“Oh. Uh, yeah, sure.” He shoves the cloud of dread out of his brain for now, and follows you and Steve into the diner.

—

a/n: believe it or not, the bono story is true, but it happened to my dad when he saw U2 in Boston in ‘81. My dad poked Bono. Not sure why, but he did!

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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OK OK LISTEN THIS ISNT BASHING

But also as I was scrolling through Wednesday’s character tag I found this:

AND A G A I N NOT BASHING THIS PERSON BUT THE WAY I WHEEZZEEDDD BECAUSE IT INSTANTLY REMINDED ME OF THIS ICONIC POST:

Jokes aside, I still can’t believe some people actively ship Xavier and Wednesday. Like, yes I am Wenclair rot ALL THE WAY, but besides that like even Jenna herself talked about how much she wants them to be healthy platonic friends and I completely agree. Not only do we get little of healthy platonic friendships between those of the opposite gender, Xavier’s Love Interest™️ behavior was majorly entitled, obsessive, and overall super fucken shitty towards Wednesday. He acted like she owed him something? Like, hold on, I still respect people who like Xavier as a character outside his Love Interest role but y’all can’t tell me his advances towards Wednesday weren’t awful. She shows up to his art studio and he automatically assumes she’s gonna ask him to the dance? Bro not only are you incredibly arrogant but also super fucken blind because do you not SEE how uncomfortable Wednesday is? Yeah, Wednesday was an asshole to him but SURPRISE SURPRISE- she’s an asshole to everyone. Just because she’s interacting with you with some basic decency that does not mean she’s interested in you. I am looking so hard at Garrett Gates obsessing over Morticia because he saw her kindness as romantic interest right now.

Outside of his direct advances to Wednesday, not only did Xavier keep being overtly, unhealthily jealous towards other guys she was found giving any attention to as if he has any power over her choices (small acts of jealousy can be cute in some contexts, but nah he was so hostile towards Wednesday when she was seen with Tyler like wtf dude back off), Xavier was also super shit towards Bianca with his constant obsession over Wednesday. It got to the point where he asked Bianca to use her siren powers on him AS IF HE DIDNT BREAK UP WITH HER BECAUSE OF CONSTANTLY SUSPECTING HER OF USING SAID POWERS. Bianca, my darling, you deserved so much better I have no idea what you saw in Xavier. In short, he was incredibly unlikable to me. I hated Tyler for pretty much the same reasons- the, “You keep sending me these signals” scene made my blood BOIL it was so bad- but looking back he gets a pass because his insistence to be close to her was a facade so she wouldn’t suspect him as the killer. Xavier gets no such pass to his entitlement. I feel like if they took away the Love Interest label from him and developed him more into his own character who is a fellow psychic and supportive friend to homegirl he would be a much more well-written character.

Anyways I did NOT mean fer this to become a ramble on how bad of a Love Interest™️ Xavier is but yeah Wenclair fer the win and if this comes back to bite me in the ass then so be it

#fans of Xavier who like him as his own character are cool #fans of Xavier because of his role of a Love Interest?#yeahhhh just. just get out.#pushy? had no chemistry with Wednesday?#yall if this is ur definition of romance imma little concerned #recheck your standards please and thank you #Xavier as a cool supportive friend truthers rise up #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Tangerines and deers part 10

Tag list: @slut-f0r-u

This is not the last chapter just wait but it is a long ass chapter so grab your popcorn or whateva

The white death stepped onto the train, to see his daughter.

“Daughter.” He said in Russian.

“Father.” She said back.

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Ladybug stepped out with the briefcase. It beeped.

“Hey, uh, fellas, I’m looking for a Mr. Death. Got his case here.” He said to a few assassins. They snapped their heads to the strange man, carrying the case, and wearing a little bracelet with a deer and a ladybug charm. he got one for himself as well, to match with you.

“Hey, easy.” He said, as they roughly took the case. They hit him in the stomach, he groaned and fell to his knees.

They drew sharp blades and he sighed.

“Hurt people hurt people.”

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You watched the scene go down, while moving from car to car, as he slowly got farther and farther.

“He’ll be fine, love.” Tangerine grabbed your hand, and started to run.

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“I came to see you.” The prince said.

“Hm.”

“And to make you finally see me. The real me.”

“Hm.”

“I built myself up from the nothing you gave me. All do I could be the one in front of you today…” she looked down at her gun, and brought it to his face.

“My finger on the trigger. I was the one… who deserved your attention. Your love. I’m more like you than that little fuckup ever was.”

He took her gun, she breathed heavily. He laughed and pointed it at her as she cried.

“Do it. I came here to kill you. So kill me. Kill me like you did all the others who tried the same. Do it. Fucking do it!”

He moved the gun up, and imitated a gun shot to tease her. “Pow.” He laughed and went closer to her.

“I see you, dochka. I always have.” He grabbed her jaw. “But you have never been part of my plan.” He pushed her aside, his men following after him.

“We found the American!” One said, and the white death looked at him on his knees.

“What about the others?”

“They’re all dead. Uh, good news is I have your case.”

“Ay, good news, good news.”

“Clear the train.”

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“All right, Thomas. Time for you to start up-“ Lemon said, and paused.

“Oh shit, everything’s in Japanese. There is no episode in Japanese. What the f-“

You and Tangerine went against the man’s orders, and went to help Kimura anyways.

“Thought you could use the help.” You shrugged when he asked what you were doing there. You grabbed the katana out of your back holster.

“Hell yeah.” You muttered, waiting around the corner with it as tangerine stood far away from you.

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“Get on the ground!” One of his men told the man, he kneeled onto the floor.

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“Man, I got a bad feeling about this. We have no idea what’s in this case.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” The other assassin said.

“Why is it always gotta be us that opens this shit?”

“Just open the case. I’d like to keep my fuckin’ arms.”

“Uhh, Mr. Death, if I may? The shadow buyer, who bought all our contracts, got us all on this train, Me, the hornet, Tangerine, Lemon.. Deer. That was you, right?” Ladybug asked.

“Yes, very astute. I brought you on this train hoping you’d kill each other.”

“Okay. Well, um… if I could… why?”

“Why you do what you do?”

“You know I’ve been asking that very question. I kept going because of deer, but… now I have no reason too, honestly.” He said, trying to sell it that she was dead. If he found out , and he killed her himself, he would’ve never forgave himself

“If it’s so safe, why didn’t he just open it? What if it’s a bomb and it blows up in our faces? You think these stupid masks are gonna protect us?”The assassin said.

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“All these years later… the burden of your betrayal still heavy upon your heads. Let me relieve you of both.” The elder said, the assassins looked confused.

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“My wife… was taken from me.”

“I heard. I’m so sorry for your loss. It was a horrible accident.”

The white death laughed “Horrible.”

“Oh, no, no. No. Nothing in life is an accident. It was an assassination attempt on me. Fate put two wet work operatives, twins, on a job in Bolivia, butchering my entire crew. And I had to go deal with it.”

Ladybug snapped his head to him, and looked as he put the puzzles together.

“Oh shit. Deers boyfriend and his brother killed his crew! This makes everything worse.” He thought.

“Fate put a girl, only 16 years old, and had her eliminate 2 of my entire buildings with only her hands and a sword.”

“Deer?” He asked him, a little shocked. He didn’t even know you did other jobs before you worked with him, Maria had said she was new.

“Yes, fate was when I left the hospital as soon as I heard, and left her alone. And then I got a call, saying she had died.”

“Oh. That- that sucks, honestly.”

“That is why it was my wife in the car that night, not me. Fate put my wife in the hospital. A piece of her rib, piercing her heart. Only the most skilled cardiovascular surgeon could save her life. But two nights earlier, this surgeon was poisoned. Fate. Fate again.”

“And then the hornet killed the surgeon! Holy shit.” He thought.

“Don’t wanna sound judgmental, but if you hired the hornet, you had your own kid killed?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, yes I did. The piece of shit. That night… I told her not to leave. To wait for me. But she promised it was the last time we would ever bail him out of trouble. Well, I suppose she was right. If I had amputated that weakness out of my life years ago, she would still be by my side!”

“Yeah, it helps to process this. I have- I have a good therapist.”

“I loved my wife very much. She taught me a valuable lesson. If you do not control your fate… it will control you.”

“Hm. Hm?” He was a little confused at the saying.

“So I took control. I brought them all here to die. But now there is only one left. Mr. Carver.”

“Whoa. Uh… excuse me?” He said, fucking carver. He thought.

“The man who murdered my wife.”

“Bro-“

“Just open it.” The assassin said.

“Fine!” The other assassins opened the case, and it exploded as Ladybug yelled “Im not carver!”

The assaisains flew back, and they were now on the train.

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The older man threw his hat, and he grabbed the assassins weapon, and sliced his neck with it.

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You held your stance, and held the katana tight, but not too tight. You held it only slightly above your head, and waited for the assassin to come there.

You sliced his neck, he immediately went into the floor and you laughed.

“Can’t believe I remembered that.” You smirked, and Tangerine just looked at you in admiration.

And then Kimura hit the other ones with a heavy bottle, which also worked. Then he grabbed another katana from the other assassin. You let him do the work, putting yours away and looked back to tangerine.

(Bitch we twinninnn 🤭😜)

“I think he’s got it. We should probably go help Lemon now.” You said.

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Ladybug was upside down, he groaned. At least the plan worked. He thought.

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You both ran over to Lemon.

“Oh shit, something’s happening.” He said and the train started to move. He ran through some signs, and the remaining assassins ran onto the train quickly.

Tangerine grabbed his shoulder and looked over it.

“How the hell do you know how to drive a train?” You asked him.

“I don’t!”

“Wha- never mind. You don’t know how to slow this damn thing down?!” You said, and was going to help him when you noticed something.

Ladybug opened the door, and you turned your head to him.

“You’re safe.” You said, relieved.

“I promised, right? And when have I ever broken a promise?”

“A lot of times.” You laughed, and hugged him. He laughed too.

You guys stopped and turned back to Lemon.

“Hey, so far so good. You can stop the train.”

“About that, I took the velocity of the train and divided it by the mass, and I realize that I don’t know how to fuckin’ drive a bullet train!”

“All you talk about is trains! How the hell do you not know?” Tangerine groaned in annoyance.

“Man, Thomas is a metaphor for lie, not how to actually drive- Get down!” He said, as some assassins started to shoot.

Tangerine grabbed you by your waist and you both ducked on the floor, right in front of a seat and in front of ladybug.

The assassin had to reload, and you, Ladybug, and Tangerine were going to get up, before Lemon yelled “I got this! Stop the train!”

“What?!”

Lemon kicked one, and they all fell down like bowling pins.

“Uh- Deer, you know how to read Japanese, right?!” Ladybug looked at you.

“Yeah! But I don’t understand what any of this fucking means! I don’t know shit about trains-“

“I got them, take care of this.” Tangerine said, as another assassin came up behind you guys.

“English, English, English, English, Brakes!” Ladybug scanned through the book. “We’re good! I got it!”

Then, the manual dropped and all the pages went flying. While he was distracted, he noticed another train. They were on the wrong track.

“Hang on!”

“We’re on the wrong track!” You grabbed onto the seat next to you, and you were next to ladybug.

Once that was over, there was fire next to you.

“I’m sorry I shot you!” Lemon apologized to Ladybug.

“Actually, it was like, twice!”

“Apologize later, fucking Do something!” Tangerine said, and knocked out the last assassin.

“Sorry?”

“You show me twice!” But one of the assassins on top of the train made his way down, landing directly on top of you. You groaned as he sat on top of you.

Tangerine kicked him off, and hit him with the fire extinguisher repeatedly.

“I’m sorry for shooting you twice!”

“Thanks man! That shows real growth!” You groaned and held your head, and just laid there in the chaos.

The fire extinguisher was out, and tangerine grabbed your hand and helped you up.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck.” Ladybug smashed the buttons with it, and then threw it back, which hit another assassin. He pushed the red button and the door opened, he flew out.

“My head hurts.” You muttered, sitting down.

There was only one assassin left, behind Lemon. Ladybug threw the knife at him.

“Hey, and I’m sorry for almost killing you.” He looked at tangerine, as he sat next to you and held your hand.

Tangerine just gave him a scowl.

Another assassin got up, and lemon dove out of the train.

Tangerine got up, and yelled for him.

“What the fuck!” You said.

You got up, and stood next to Ladybug now.

You saw the emergency brakes, and quickly got down. You worked with the wires, while ladybug watched.

Tangerine watched as well, And it was annoying. You groaned in frustration. “Fuck it.” You muttered, and ripped all the wires out.

The train started to slow down, and ladybug gave you a high five.

But then, tangerine grabbed you as soon as he saw the wall. You guys ran through the wall, and ladybug fell onto you both, all three of you went through the whole train.

Then, it stopped completely in a village. Ladybug and tangerine groaned, and got up.

Tangerine looked around, panicked.

He saw you, eyes closed and on the ground.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck.” He said, and ladybug went next to him.

“She’s breathing. She’s fine, She probably just passed out. Her heads fragile.” He said, with a quiet laugh as he remembered the multiple times you’ve passed out.

Then, he looked back to see the white death.

“Oh, fuck.” He said as he pointed the gun at ladybug.

“About your wife, I had nothing to do with that. It’s a mistake. I’m not carver. I- We only do snatch and grab jobs.” He gestured to himself and you, who laid on the ground.

“The carver! I want the carver! I hired the carver!”

“No, he had a stomach thing, man. We’re just filling in.”

Then, you got up, breathing heavily.

“How’d I survive that?” You muttered and looked down at your broken hand.

Tangerine sighed in relief, kissing your forehead.

“For what it’s worth, carver is a dick.”

“Biggest dick I’ve seen in my life.” You said, and groaned again, hitting your head against the remains of the train.

“The most cunning assassin.. Maybe the laziest.”

The white death pointed the gun to you. It clicked. Tangerine immediately stood in front of you.

“Don’t think your gun works, man.” You laughed as the gun only clicked. Ladybug snickered.

He pulled out another. “Oh come on! Just let it go, I was 16.” You giggled and stared at him.

That gun didn’t work either. Because once he shot it again, it shot him in the face instead.

“Oh.”

You laughed hysterically, tangerine looked back at you, confused.

“Oh…”

“That’s so gross, it’s funny.” You laughed again.

“Man, did you really fall that hard?” Ladybug muttered and got up.

“Tan, you look funny.” You muttered and put your finger on his nose. He scrunched his nose again.

“Tan?” He asked, eyebrows scrunched.

“It’s a nickname, duhhh.”

“Why do I need a nickname for a nickname?”

“You don’t. It’s just cute.” You shrugged your shoulder, he sighed as you stood up next to him.

“Just like you.”

“I’m not cute. Never call me that again.” He said.

“Yes you are.” You said in a baby voice.

“Hey, about this plum, shouldn’t the plum give up all resentment? Like-“ Ladybug asked as they all walked. A machine gun fired, and you all looked over to where it came from.

All five of you stopped.

“Oh my god.”

“This bitch again?” You sighed.

“It’s my luck that delivered my fathers corpse at my feet.”

“The narcissism on this chick. Untreatable.”

“She doesn’t look too good.” You said, staring at her bloodied clothes and face.

“Now I am-“ she held the gun up.

“Okay, wait, wait, wait. What is with this fucked up family? You need some suggested reading, if I may. Surviving borderline personality disorder.”

“What?” She asked.

“It’s true.” You shrugged.

“I highly recommend it.”

“Now I am the white d-“ A truck ran her over. A truck full of tangerines, to be exact.

“What was that? Was that karma?”

“It was Lemon.” Tangerine said, and walked over to the driver.

“Farewell, tentomushi.” The older man said.

You looked back to Ladybug, who looked confused.

You just shrugged.

A car pulled up, and you looked over.

“Heyyy!” You said, waving to Maria.

“Maria?”

“Did you come to rescue us?”

“Did you need rescuing?”

“You came to rescue us.”

“Please don’t make me regret it.”

Lemon and tangerine came over to you guys.

“Who’s this?” Tangerine asked.

“Our handler.” You shrugged.

“Oh.” He muttered.

“The.. twins I’m guessing?” She looked to them.

“Yup. Did you know we made out?” You pointed to you and tangerine.

“I can tell..” she muttered, looking at the hickeys on both your necks. You giggled and tangerines face heated up.

“Tangerine, I forgot to ask… where do you live? Like… just-“ you turned to him.

“London.”

“Oh.” You said. A long distance relationship might be hard.

“But… me and Lemon were planning on moving soon anyways.”

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train x reader #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #aaron taylor johnson x reader #platonic ladybug x reader #tangerine x you

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Hi! First off, I just wanna say that I love your writing! It is very very good and I enjoy it very much :D

Second off, I have a request for TWDG

So, how would Marlon, Louis, Clem, Violet, and anyone else you want to add react to their future S/O who has a cat they really really love. Like, say if reader was with Clem whenever her and AJ got rescued. When reader wakes up, they immediately start looking for their cat and when whoever come to check on them, they bring out a knife they have in their shoe and start threading them until reader gets their cat back.

You don’t have to use that idea, just a little thing I thought of. Thank you for your time and thank you if you decide to write this! (Btw if you do you have a request that’ll be prioritized on my blog!)

Have a great day/night!

(Hey! This is basically same thing on my other account, I copy and pasted the request so I could put it on both of my accounts if that makes sense lmao. Anyways, Enjoy!)

Marlon, Louis, Clem and Vi x Reader who's missing a cat Platonic, brother AJ and Sibling reader

MARLON

When they heard the crash and found you guys, Marlon didn’t see your cat around

Much less even know there was a cat in the beginning

So when he heard you had woken up, at first he was sorta relieved but apprehensive

Didn’t help when first thing you did when meeting was pull out a knife they missed in your boot and point it at his neck

You were demanding your cat

Marlon was so fucking confused

“What cat- there was no cat when we found you two and the boy.”

“...whAt-”

When he finally explained, he felt bad because you looked so sad

Your heart was so broken

Your cat was gone

You didn’t know if it ran away or had been eaten by walkers

And Marlon also felt bad because he knew what it was like being attached to an animal

Like he didn’t know what he would do if he lost Rosie

Clem also helped you trying to find it, Marlon tagged along also

And there was no luck until Marlon heard meowing by the gate

He jumped ngl

He then saw the cat

He felt so proud when he returned it to you

Felt like a damn hero with his hands on his hips

He loves the cat also!

He doesn’t like when the cat tries to play with his haier thinking it’s a fellow cat but-

Rosie surprisingly liked it too

Your cat liked him a bit too

Because we all know that if your pet doesn’t like them they gotta go

So yay! All good

LOUIS

Louis when he came to check on you was kinda excited new people were at the school

He and the others hadn’t seen anyone for a long time

But that excitement quickly turned into fear when he was thrown into the wall with a knife to his neck

Hands up and saying “Ay! I come in peace!”

Only thing he got from your yelling was that you had a cat, your cat was gone, and you wanted your cat

Problem was…Louis had found it and claimed it as his own-

Dw he was glad he had what you wanted

But he found the amazing creature who loved him and he loved it

Was so sad that he couldn’t keep it

He missed animals

Except Rosie, loves her to but he hadn’t seen a cat in a long time

Once you took the knife away from his neck he was like

“Okay, thank you for not murdering me- and yeah, I got a cat. What does your cat look like?”

And once you told him he felt so sad he had to part ways with the amazing animal

But nonetheless he gave it back

Felt happy he reunited y’all

And also was so freaking happy because the cat followed him around

You didn’t wanna tear him away from the cat so you let them hang out

And Louis and the cat are best friends now

The cats always on his lap or sitting on his shoulder when eating dinner or playing a game

Always plot

Anything and everything

Pranks, gossip, day-to-day routine

Have their own language

CLEM

You had been with Clem and by extent AJ for a while

So she was pretty used to your cat

She loved it also

The cat was so cuddly

Also AJ loved it also, ever since he was a baby he always seemed fascinated by the little cat

So when you and Clem woke up and you started freaking out about your cat

She sorta panicked also and tried helping you find it

When y’all were introduced with everyone at the school your cat was still missing

Until you guys went hunting, Clem heard meowing and thought it was your cat

And she was right, she found the little feline in a tree as walkers were trying to get it

Once she killed the walkers the cat seemed so excited to see a familiar face and jumped down to her

She walked back with your cat in hand and was so relieved when your eyes sparkled seeing your animal

She missed the cat too tbh

AJ also was excited to see it again!

Vi before it all absolutely loved cats

I believe she had one at some point

When the world went to shit she didn’t think about cats a lot

But when she did she never thought she would see one ever again

So when she went with Marlon and Louis when they heard the crash

She was shocked when she saw you, Clem and AJ all in the car surrounded by the dead

And even more shocked when she saw a cat there

The cat didn’t stick around though, hesitant but ran off when it saw the three teens

Vi was a bit sad but helped you guys out

When she heard you woke up and went to check on you she also got a knife to the throat and was threatened

When she heard you saying you wanted your cat it seemed like it clicked

She explained to you what happened to the cat and you seemed scared a bit

Like the cat could’ve been eaten or gotten hurt

So she helped you in finding the cat

In the hunting grounds, maybe in the school or she once snuck you guys out to the train station to go and find it

But no luck

Until one day she found out it had snuck through the gates and hid behind some of the bushes

She got it out with some food and it liked her a lot

It rubbed it’s head against her hand when she picked it up and let me tell you she loved it so much

When she returned it to you she was happy at how happy you two seemed

But it didn’t end there

No ma’am

The cat loves sticking around her

Y’know those movies where someone dramatically sits in a chair, turning it around with a cat in their lap and is like

“I’ve been expecting you…”

THAT'S VI AND THE CAT

“I’ve been expecting you, (Name).”

“...How long have you been waiting there for me to come in?”

“A while actually. Louis came in and I thought he was you but he passed out in fear- I’m pretty proud of myself.”

You can’t tear them away from each other

Ever

PLATONIC AJ

You had been with Clem since the beginning, and there when AJ was born

AJ never remembered the cat coming along, in truth it was there before he was

The cat was pretty old

But he loved it so much

He never really understood there wasn’t a lot left

But he always liked holding it and how the cat always liked nuzzling its head against his hand

So when you and Clem were asleep, he was angry he couldn’t see you guys and was in a strange place with people he didn’t know

He was also angry because your cat was missing

So he tried finding it everywhere

The others didn’t know what he was looking for because he didn’t tell them and didn’t wanna talk to them without you guys

Everyone just sees him looking under tables like

“Kitty? Where’d you go? (Name)’s gonna wanna see you when they wake up.”

So let’s just say when you guys woke up he felt sad and a bit disappointed in himself because he couldn’t find the cat

So he tried even harder

And he did find the cat

And he felt so proud giving it back to you once he did

The cat also was so happy to see him

Little cat member of the family

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uraveragelonelyhuman · 1 year

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Hi! First off, I just wanna say that I love your writing! It is very very good and I enjoy it very much :D

Second off, I have a request for TWDG

Have a great day/night!

(Yo! Sure I can! I may have messed this up a bit, so sorry. Anyways, here ya go! Enjoy!)

Marlon, Louis, Clem and Vi x Reader who's missing their cat Platonic, Brother AJ and sibling Reader

MARLON

When they heard the crash and found you guys, Marlon didn’t see your cat around

Much less even know there was a cat in the beginning

So when he heard you had woken up, at first he was sorta relieved but apprehensive

Didn’t help when first thing you did when meeting was pull out a knife they missed in your boot and point it at his neck

You were demanding your cat

Marlon was so fucking confused

“What cat- there was no cat when we found you two and the boy.”

“...whAt-”

When he finally explained, he felt bad because you looked so sad

Your heart was so broken

Your cat was gone

You didn’t know if it ran away or had been eaten by walkers

And Marlon also felt bad because he knew what it was like being attached to an animal

Like he didn’t know what he would do if he lost Rosie

Clem also helped you trying to find it, Marlon tagged along also

And there was no luck until Marlon heard meowing by the gate

He jumped ngl

He then saw the cat

He felt so proud when he returned it to you

Felt like a damn hero with his hands on his hips

He loves the cat also!

He doesn’t like when the cat tries to play with his haier thinking it’s a fellow cat but-

Rosie surprisingly liked it too

Your cat liked him a bit too

Because we all know that if your pet doesn’t like them they gotta go

So yay! All good

LOUIS

Louis when he came to check on you was kinda excited new people were at the school

He and the others hadn’t seen anyone for a long time

But that excitement quickly turned into fear when he was thrown into the wall with a knife to his neck

Hands up and saying “Ay! I come in peace!”

Only thing he got from your yelling was that you had a cat, your cat was gone, and you wanted your cat

Problem was…Louis had found it and claimed it as his own-

Dw he was glad he had what you wanted

But he found the amazing creature who loved him and he loved it

Was so sad that he couldn’t keep it

He missed animals

Except Rosie, loves her to but he hadn’t seen a cat in a long time

Once you took the knife away from his neck he was like

“Okay, thank you for not murdering me- and yeah, I got a cat. What does your cat look like?”

And once you told him he felt so sad he had to part ways with the amazing animal

But nonetheless he gave it back

Felt happy he reunited y’all

And also was so freaking happy because the cat followed him around

You didn’t wanna tear him away from the cat so you let them hang out

And Louis and the cat are best friends now

The cats always on his lap or sitting on his shoulder when eating dinner or playing a game

Always plot

Anything and everything

Pranks, gossip, day-to-day routine

Have their own language

CLEM

You had been with Clem and by extent AJ for a while

So she was pretty used to your cat

She loved it also

The cat was so cuddly

Also AJ loved it also, ever since he was a baby he always seemed fascinated by the little cat

So when you and Clem woke up and you started freaking out about your cat

She sorta panicked also and tried helping you find it

When y’all were introduced with everyone at the school your cat was still missing

Until you guys went hunting, Clem heard meowing and thought it was your cat

And she was right, she found the little feline in a tree as walkers were trying to get it

Once she killed the walkers the cat seemed so excited to see a familiar face and jumped down to her

She walked back with your cat in hand and was so relieved when your eyes sparkled seeing your animal

She missed the cat too tbh

AJ also was excited to see it again!

Vi before it all absolutely loved cats

I believe she had one at some point

When the world went to shit she didn’t think about cats a lot

But when she did she never thought she would see one ever again

So when she went with Marlon and Louis when they heard the crash

She was shocked when she saw you, Clem and AJ all in the car surrounded by the dead

And even more shocked when she saw a cat there

The cat didn’t stick around though, hesitant but ran off when it saw the three teens

Vi was a bit sad but helped you guys out

When she heard you woke up and went to check on you she also got a knife to the throat and was threatened

When she heard you saying you wanted your cat it seemed like it clicked

She explained to you what happened to the cat and you seemed scared a bit

Like the cat could’ve been eaten or gotten hurt

So she helped you in finding the cat

In the hunting grounds, maybe in the school or she once snuck you guys out to the train station to go and find it

But no luck

Until one day she found out it had snuck through the gates and hid behind some of the bushes

She got it out with some food and it liked her a lot

It rubbed it’s head against her hand when she picked it up and let me tell you she loved it so much

When she returned it to you she was happy at how happy you two seemed

But it didn’t end there

No ma’am

The cat loves sticking around her

Y’know those movies where someone dramatically sits in a chair, turning it around with a cat in their lap and is like

“I’ve been expecting you…”

THAT'S VI AND THE CAT

“I’ve been expecting you, (Name).”

“...How long have you been waiting there for me to come in?”

“A while actually. Louis came in and I thought he was you but he passed out in fear- I’m pretty proud of myself.”

You can’t tear them away from each other

Ever

PLATONIC AJ

You had been with Clem since the beginning, and there when AJ was born

AJ never remembered the cat coming along, in truth it was there before he was

The cat was pretty old

But he loved it so much

He never really understood there wasn’t a lot left

But he always liked holding it and how the cat always liked nuzzling its head against his hand

So when you and Clem were asleep, he was angry he couldn’t see you guys and was in a strange place with people he didn’t know

He was also angry because your cat was missing

So he tried finding it everywhere

The others didn’t know what he was looking for because he didn’t tell them and didn’t wanna talk to them without you guys

Everyone just sees him looking under tables like

“Kitty? Where’d you go? (Name)’s gonna wanna see you when they wake up.”

So let’s just say when you guys woke up he felt sad and a bit disappointed in himself because he couldn’t find the cat

So he tried even harder

And he did find the cat

And he felt so proud giving it back to you once he did

The cat also was so happy to see him

Little cat member of the family

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doodlecircuitredrawn · 4 months

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Happy New Year, everyone!

Damn, I’m gonna have to dust this blog off-

It’s Circa! (Temperarily) back from my lurking hibernation! I have some writing for y’all for my newest brainrot, In Stars and Time (ISaT)! Please be warned that this game generally talks about really heavy issues. So please read further with caution. The bad formatting is because I had a spike of inspiration and creative energy at like,,, what? 1, 2, 3 in the morning? AND I wrote this into a google doc, lmfao.

Warnings: Angst, slight description of gore, ISaT Spoilers!

I’m not sure what particular act these are spoiling, so I’ll be cautious and put in as many of the spoiler tags as possible because I don’t wanna ruin anyone’s gaming experience on accident!

These are ISaT au ideas!

Looper Odile au (Her birth country, Ka Bue is now the Forgotten Country)

“Hey, Odile, your accent sounds a little-“ “Unfamiliar?” (Mirabelle startles. You notice and quickly fix your face.) “…Yeah, I know.” “Y-your Vaugardian is perfect, though! I could confuse you for a native!” (…Hah. You laugh. Cackle, even. A little too much. You’re crying.)

(…Okay calm down, you’re scaring Mirabelle.) (You quickly wipe your tears and clean your glasses with a rag.)

“…Ah. Sorry, I needed that.” (Mirabelle has a slightly nervous smile.) “…I can tell.” (Oh gems. You’ve made the situation awkward. Time to end it here.) “…Alright, go away, I’m reading.” (You reopen your bookmarked book.) (Mirabelle gets the message and quickly walks away.)

(…You need to get out of here before you start losing your mind… Any more than you already have.)

“Odile, have YOU ever run away from home?” (What? This is new… They haven’t asked this before…) (You blink confusedly.)

“…Why are you asking the old lady?” “Ooh, Now I wanna know! Tell us, ‘Dile!” (…And now Boniface has their attention on you. Okay. Erm…) “…I was absolutely furious at my parents about… Something. I ran all of the way to the coast over a few days and took a boat, and then…”

(You refocus on everyone’s faces to help gather your thoughts…) (They’re starry eyed, holding on to your every word.) “…And then…?”

“That’s all I remember.” “WHAT!?” (You stare wide-eyed at Boniface) “Siffrin’s forgetfulness is rubbing off on you!” “Hey!” (Siffrin pouts dramatically.) (You tune out the rest of their conversation. You’ve heard enough.)

Looper Isabeau au

(Not again. Not again. You’ve been put at a standstill AGAIN. You forgot to tell Siffrin to look harder for that key. No. NO. ENOUGH.) (You make a beeline towards the rock. Everyone is staring at you, confused.)

(You frustratedly and impulsively hit the rock as hard as you can.) (Why is it not broken yet? …Fine.)

(You hit it again, and again, fists getting bloodied and dark as the rock slowly caves under the pressure.)

(…It breaks.)

(…No, that’s not the right word… It shatters.) (Yes. Yes! YES!) (You turn excitedly to your friends.)

(…Oh. They’re scared. You realize that you’re smiling a little maniacally. You quickly fix your face.)

“…Got it!”

(…They’re stepping back from you. Why?) (You’ve helped! You were helpful! Helpful Funny-buff Isabeau! And they’re looking at you like… No.) (Madam Odile has put herself in front of a wide-eyed Bonbon in a protective stance. Mira looks like a deer in headlights with her hands covering her mouth. And Sif… Siffrin has their hand on their dagger.)

(Why? You’re being helpful! Whydidtheynotwantyourhelpwhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-) (Wait.) (You barely noticed how mangled your fists are, no wonder they’re so scared of you.) (…You’re a monster Isabeau, a big, disgusting monstererererererer-)

(You feel a tug on your stomach.)

Looper Bonnie au

“I know you’re on tonic and juice duty, but you can’t just snatch keys and rush into places we haven’t been to, yet!” “…How did you even know the key would work there, anyway?” (AH! A-port [abort] mission! A-port [abort] mission! Quick, say something!)

(Frin’s inviting you to fighting lessons again. But you’re literally stronger than him at this point. …Okay! Okay! Weak hits! Weak hits!)

(…Or… better, yet… You could use this chance to make Frin stronger instead!) (As you try to tune back into what he’s saying, you both notice a sadness. You both get into fighting positions.)

(Frin is trying to weaken it a bit for you.)

“…Okay, first you need to-“ (You tune him out.) (Frin, Frin, Frin, if only you knew how strong I was, now…) (It’s time for you to help him!)

(You rush in and let the Sadness hit you, and purr-pose-fully [purposefully] fling yourself to the ground and lay still for good measure… Just a scratch!)

“BONNIE!” (Frin doesn’t seem to think so, as he finishes off the Sadness in record time.) (They rush over to you.) “BONNIE!” (They pick you up and start running… To Mirabelle maybe?) (Well at least something different is… What’s that noise?)

“*sniff, sniff, hic!*” (…Oh. Frin’s crying. AND he’s taking you to Belle. You have a bad feeling about this…) (Despite your miss-givings [misgivings], you lay still with your eyes closed to not blow your cover.)

“Siffrin! Sif-“ (With a gasp, Belle becomes a blur as she looks at your woo-nds [wounds].) (After she uses her healing craft, you feel a lot better.)

“Bonnie! Are you okay!?” “Never better! I feel great! I’m gonna take a nap now! Don’t worry! I’m just sleepy!” (You remember Belle mentioning that fuh-teeg [fatigue] is a common side effect of having healing Craft used on you. That should curb at least some of their sus-pish-un [suspicion])

“Wai- Bonnie! BONNIE!” (Frin’s still crying.) (You run off before they can stop you.) (Okay. Not the best outcome… Let’s just go to the clock tower and regroup for now.)

2.5 (Part 2 of the thing earlier)

**Siffrin and Mirabelle focused**

(…Bonnie ran off before you could react.) (…And Siffrin’s inconsolable right now. The townsfolk are politely looking away. You take him to a secluded field.)

(…You don’t know what to say. You should start with…)

“…Siffrin. What happened?” (They turn to look at you blearily.) “…” (…They’re not responding. You should probably say someth- Oh, he’s opening his mouth.)

“…Bonnie rushed in while I was teaching them to fight. And they didn’t seem like they were paying attention to what I was saying in the first place… *sniff* …They got hit and fell so I had to deal with the sadness really quickly before I could pick them up. I…”

(He breaks down into tears again… You can’t really do much else except be there for him, seeing as they don’t like touch.) (…You’ll talk to the others — and more importantly, Bonnie themselves, later. Siffrin needs you right now.)

…Aaaaand that’s about it for now! I’m very much considering posting these to my ao3. Wait, what? I didn’t say anything about it? Ah, shit, erm. It’s the same user as my main blog here on tumblr, @/CircadianAnomaly. I haven’t posted anything, yet, so y’all aren’t missing much, lmfao. Do let me know, though — I crave feedback!

Bye for now!

- Circa [:

#in stars and time #isat game #ISaT au #writing #textpost #fanfic #?#isat act 3 spoilers #isat spoilers #original post

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Being a Freak 101 Part 2 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist All Parts

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: Y/N gets her first class on metalheads as Eddie introduces her to his music and style

Y/N notes: thinner/smaller than Eddie, hair long enough to be put in a ponytail

Y’all remember part 1 of this??? Cuz I totally forgot about it. Hehe oh well part 2 is finally hereeeeeee

Also I changed the title, it used to be Pranks on the Preps

Sorry if you were waiting for more Three. chapters! I didn’t want to force myself to finish the next part and not take the time to plan out where the story is going. Gonna work on it more tomorrow:)

Hope you enjoy this for tonight!

Wanna be on the Eddie Munson tag list? Look here!

Wanna request something? Look here!

Eddie waited outside the school, leaning up against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth.

Suddenly the doors burst open and the cheerleaders spilled out, walking to their cars. Y/N came out with the same two girls she sat with at lunch. As soon as they saw Eddie, they started giggling to each other.

“Eddie! You waited.” Y/N said with a smile. The metalhead could tell this was her fake peppy act for this prank. Still, she was adorable.

“Of course. You asked me to.” He played along, showing the other girls that he was already wrapped around Y/N’s finger. In reality, he really was but he’d keep that a secret from Y/N for at least a little longer.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday!” Y/N waved as the rest of the cheerleaders drove out, leaving her and Eddie in the dark empty parking lot.

They began waking towards Eddie’s van. “How was Hellfire club?”

“Do you really care?” Eddie asked with a chuckle. Y/N smiled back.

“No, but tell me anyways.”

“Good. How was cheer practice?”

“Do you really care?” Yes.

“No, but tell me anyways.”

“Good.” The two got into the van and Eddie started it up.

“So what’s the plan L/N?”

“You gotta teach me about being a metalhead. Style, attitude, music. Everything.”

“So you want me to be your metalhead teacher huh?”

“Sure do Munson.”

“Yeah I think I can manage that.” Eddie grinned.

“So we going to your place?” Y/N asked. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. Eddie didn’t know much about Y/N’s living arrangements but he knew his trailer wasn’t going to be up to standards.

He found himself unable to speak. It didn’t help that Y/N decided to let her hair down out of her ponytail at that exact moment. She shook her head and ran her fingers quickly through it before turning back to Eddie with a smile.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah sure.” He started driving, nerves building along the way.

How bad did I leave the trailer today? What’s on the couch? Did I leave food out??

A flood of questions filled his head, trying to find any way to prepare for Y/N walking through his front door.

He turned into Forest Hills Trailer Park and began to sink in his seat. He looked over at Y/N expecting her to have her nose turned up at the sight of where he lived.

But instead she was swaying a little in her seat, looking out the window quizzically. As Eddie parked the van, he tried to memorise the state of the inside of the trailer.

“Uh you’ll have to excuse the mess. The maid won’t be round til tomorrow.” He joked to ease the tension. Y/N chuckled as they reached the front door. The pair went inside.

Eddie could feel his anxiety building more and more. He watched as Y/N closed the door behind herself and began to look around. He waited for a disgusted look at the mess, a crinkle of her nose at the smell, a negative comment disguised as a compliment.

But no. Nothing. Y/N just smiled at him.

“You probably don’t know this about me, well most people don’t…” Y/N began. “But I used to live in a trailer park.” Eddie blinked.

“You did?” She nodded.

“Yeah, when I was little. My parents didn’t have enough for a kid but suddenly I was there and they just had to do their best.” Y/N shrugged. “My Dad got lucky, a few things went our way and now we live on Maple street with all the rich kids.”

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah so, I wanted you to know so you know I’m not judging you. To be honest, your place feels weirdly nostalgic. Kinda comforting.” Y/N smiled again. Eddie smiled back, feeling calmer.

“Eddie.” The pair turned to see his Uncle.

“Wayne! I thought you’d be at the bar.” Eddie said, which sounded a lot more suspicious when there was a pretty girl standing in their living room. “U-Uh this is Y/N she’s uh-“

“A friend from school.” Y/N saved. “It’s nice to meet you Mr Munson.” Wayne gave her a nod of approval and walked out the trailer.

“I’m going to the bar. You two have fun, but not too much fun.”

The pair made their way to Eddie’s bedroom. Eddie scrambled to grab anything lying around and shoved it in his closet. Y/N took a seat at the end of his bed as he went over to his collection of cassette tapes.

“Okaaaaay L/N. Metalhead lesson number one. Our superior taste in music.”

“Superior?” Y/N repeated comically, cocking her head to the side. A song began to play as Eddie turned to her.

“Yeah I know what I said.” Y/N giggled as she began bobbing her head to the beat. Eddie played an air guitar before dropping down next to her. “Now this my dear, is Black Sabbath.”

He walked over to his closet and opened it, having immediately forgotten that he had shoved a bunch of crap in there moments ago. It fell to the floor which Eddie ignored in favour of going through his clothes. “Okay whilst we’re filling your preppy brain with Paranoid, let’s think about your outfits…”

Y/N watched as Eddie sifted through his belongings, picking out some things. “Now the lady metalheads dress a little differently to the guys usually, but this can be a start.” He turned around and held out a pair of blue ripped jeans and a black AC/DC shirt.

Y/N took them and went over to the bathroom. Eddie looked through his music, picking the next song as he waited.

“Eddie!” Y/N called out.

“Yeah?” Eddie looked up to see Y/N in his jeans, holding the waist on one side so they wouldn’t fall down.

“You got a belt?” She chuckled. Eddie tore his eyes away from the top of Y/N’s underwear and scrambled to get her his black belt.

“Y-Yeah yeah here.”

“Thanks. Won’t be too long!” She disappeared back into the bathroom. Eddie breathed out. He could feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks. It hadn’t occurred to him that seeing Y/N in his clothes might be a little too hot for him to handle. “Holy shit!” Eddie rushed to the bathroom door.

“What? What is it? You okay?”

“Your belt buckle is hand cuffs!!!” Y/N said excitedly. “That’s so fucking cool!” Eddie grinned so wide at that. Y/N emerged from the bathroom and gave Eddie a twirl.

The jeans and the shirt were way too big for her but weirdly, she pulled it off really well. Yeah, Eddie was right. This was way too hot.

“Lookin good L/N.” He grinned. The two went back to Eddie’s room so she could use the full length mirror.

“Oh my god. I look so different.” Y/N giggled to herself as Eddie stood next to her. “Well we definitely look like we’re going to the same concert.” She said, making Eddie chuckle. “So you said that girl metalheads dress a little differently?”

“Yeah you’ll probably want to get a women’s leather jacket, some type of black boots, my rings won’t fit you so you’ll want some of them…”

“Well then, sounds like we’re going to the mall tomorrow Munson.”

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maxbegone · 8 months

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happy wedensday, friends! i don't know about anyone else, but this is the first day we've had all week without rain and I am living for it.

thank you @kiwiana-writes for the tag ♥️ I hope the rest of the week treats you well.

He smirks at Henry, picking up his walkie. “Watch this. Shaan, come in, Shaan.”

Alex can practically hear the sigh from here. “Yes, Alex?”

“I see you driving. Mind helping us at the gate?”

“What for?”

“Confidential,” he says.

Oscar clicks through then. “Since when do we do confidential?”

“Since right now for, like, five minutes. It’ll be quick.”

“Wouldn’t bet my life on it,” Shaan tells him, but Alex sees him turn the truck in their direction and calls it a win.

“What was that about?” Henry asks him.

“Just someone I want you to meet.” At his look, Alex gives him a pat on the arm and says, “He’s British, too. Y’all will hit it off.”

When Shaan pulls up, he steps out in all his too-handsome glory and leans against the hood of the truck, arms crossed and looking up at them both. “Care to tell me why you made me make the detour?”

Alex leans against the rail. “Shaan, this is Henry. Henry, Shaan. Discuss.”

Shaan shakes his head. “Alex, if you waited a little longer I would have still been at yours when you two had gotten back.”

“That’s not very friendly of you, Shaan,” he chimes.

“Fine. Hello, Henry. My apologies for Alex. He’s an acquired taste.”

“I’m sure he is—wait.” Alex absolutely does not miss the startled look on Henry’s face or the way his cheeks immediately go red. “I-I mean, he’s been very accommodating.”

“Shame he doesn’t put his energy to use in ways that won’t give me and my wife grey hair.”

“Oh please, y’all love me.”

“The word you’re looking for is ‘tolerate.’”

Alex shrugs. “Same thing.” He claps Henry on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go give him a proper hello.”

He gathers their things and makes his way down the ladder, and when he’s finally eye-level with Shaan, he drops the facade a little. “Everything alright?”

“Yes, Leo just wanted me to come by and discuss the plans for the turn of the season. He has some things mapped out and Zahra and I want to make sure we’re on the same page with you all before we begin.” He turns to Henry. “Where in England are you from?”

“London.”

“A fellow Londoner.” Shaan actually smiles. “We’ll get on easily. Is your friend from London as well?”

“Oh, Pez? Yes, we grew up together. I went to Oxford before moving to Brooklyn to work with him at his nonprofit.”

“I went to Oxford as well. I had plans to get my doctorate but I was working in research and things changed.”

“Geez, are all y’all the same?” Alex mutters under his breath. Both Shaan and Henry give him a look. “What, you’re both from London and you both went to Oxford. Did you play polo, too, Shaan?”

“No, I did crew.”

Explains the arms. Still a rich guy’s sport. “Wow. Okay, anyway! Wanna give us a ride back to the house?”

“Is your shift finished?”

He shrugs. “We’ve got five minutes. My dad’s next anyway.”

“Fine,” Shaan sighs. “But only because I’m heading that way to begin with.”

Alex hops into the flatbed and to his surprise, Henry barely even hesitates before following suit.

Dust kicks up behind them as they drive along, Alex with his arms stretched out along the side as if he’s louding in a pool while Henry keeps himself tucked against the wall. They wave to Oscar as they drive past, who shakes his head in amusement.

Alex does a full vault over the side of the truck when they pull up, half showing off, and takes both rifles from Henry.

“I’m gonna go put these back, you head on inside.”

“Are you sure?” Henry asks.

“Yeah, it’s a one man job.”

Henry gives him a smile before jogging to catch up to Shaan, and for a moment Alex wonders if it was a bad idea to have introduced them. Something makes him feel like they’ll get along like a house on fire, and he really hopes Shaan doesn’t sour Henry’s opinion of him too much.

He shrugs it off.

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hey brother (lt. javy “coyote” machado)

a/n: after seeing all of @double-j tags about matching tattoos and much discussing with my trusty consultant @struggling-with-nsfw and squealing at 3 am i wrote this mid-writing something else. this healed my heart from that sad purple hearts TikTok i saw. the mushroom idea mentioned in this fic came from @/juliaroblin on TikTok.

summary: After getting their second set of matching tattoos, Rebel and Coyote reminiscence on getting their first ones.

title comes from avicii’s “hey brother”

note: unfortunately, i am a weenie and can not commit to getting a tattoo despite wanting one for years now. however my best friend, along with most of my friends, have a lot of tattoos and there have been long discussions over the last few years of what to look for in artists and shops and i do my best to convey my knowledge. i may fall just a tad short because i don’t have the actual experience of getting a tattoo.

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: tattoos/needles, mentions of death due to job nature, swearing, i pretend i know how the Navy works, Amelia causes chaos wherever she goes but that’s why she gets along with Rebel, so much mf’ing dialogue

word count: 3,170

“This isn’t the stupidest idea we’ve ever had, right?”

You snort. “You said that the last time we got matching tattoos.”

“Okay, well now I’m really wondering if this was a stupid idea.” April laughs from where she’s gently laying the stencil on Coyote’s wrist.

“If anything, I think (Y/N) needs to be worried about her Dad finding out.”

“Okay, you know what, listen April. He’s not anti-tattoo, just anti-stupid tattoo.”

“Does he know about any of your other tattoos?”

“...No.” She shoots you a look.

“Right well, I’ve known you since high school, which is long enough to know that your Dad is either gonna pitch a fit or think it’s the most hilarious thing ever.”

“Shut up April.”

“Shutting up.” She says grinning and turns to Coyote, walking him through the process.

“You need me to hold your hand again Machado?” You ask smirking and he glares at you.

“Why do you always pick the most painful places to get tattoos?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, we both agreed on these placements, do not throw me under the bus here.” He winces as April starts the tattoo and he wordlessly holds his other hand out for you to take.

“You know April has stress balls for you to hold.”

“Shut up and hold my hand.”

“You know what, these are funny.” He says, chuckling as the two of you sit on the porch swing of you back patio.

“I told you.”

“Never in my life did I think I’d get one matching tattoo, let alone two.”

“And then you met me.”

“And then I met you.” He agrees laughing and nudges your shoulder. “You remember our first tattoos?”

“Course I do.”

“Can’t believe we’ve come so far.”

“This isn’t the stupidest idea we’ve ever had right?” You glance at him as you approach the shop.

“We don’t have to get them.” He shakes his head.

“No, no I want to.”

The door of the shop jingles and you smile brightly at Lucy, the tattoo artist and a friend of yours. “Hey Lucy.” You call and she looks up, smiling.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite pilot and her wingman.”

“Thank you for doing this so last minute for us, I really owe you.”

She shakes her head. “No problem at all, we’re slow today anyways. I got the ideas you sent over this morning, I think I got the handwriting down, so y’all can look at the stencils and tell me what you think. You still think about putting them on the ribs?” You glance at Coyote.

“It’s up to you, ribcages are one of the most painful places to put tattoos.”

“Isn’t your other tattoo on your ribcage?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then if you can do it, so can I.” You roll your eyes.

“Well then yes Lucy, ribcage it is.” She chuckles, shaking her head.

“Okay, well then why don’t the two of you finish up your paperwork and then we can get started. The designs are simple so they shouldn’t take too long. Who wants to go first?” Coyote looks at you and if you didn’t know him like you did, you would have missed just how nervous he was.

“I’ll do it.” You volunteer and she nods, moving back to her station to set up. The paperwork doesn't take long and you move back to her station. You pull off your t-shirt and Coyote’s hand flies up to cover his eyes.

“I’m not looking.” He mumbles and you chuckle, shaking your head.

“He’s more respectful then half the pilots I know.” Lucy says, shaking her head as the two of you get situated.

“My mother raised a gentleman.”

You sigh as Lucy leans over the table beginning the tattoo design. “Speaking of, how’s she taking everything?”

“Not great.” He sighs and you frown, a silence settling in between the two of you as Lucy works.

“So I have to ask. Why these specific tattoos?” You sigh.

“Well, you know that Coyote is my best friend.”

“Right.”

“And we found out that he’s getting re-assigned to Iraq.”

“I leave tomorrow morning.”

“Oh shit.” Lucy mutters.

“Yeah, we found out like three days ago. It was his idea to get our callsigns but it was mine to do it in the other’s handwriting. I don’t know, with this job, I guess I wanted to have a piece of my best friend with me no matter what happens.”

“That’s sweet. That’s actually more thoughtful than most of the tattoos we see in here.”

“What, you’re telling me that the tattoo shop near the off-base bar all the Navy folk swarm gets people with half-assed tattoo ideas? Never.” Lucy smiles but doesn’t break as she keeps working.

“Is that how you found this place?” Coyote asks.

“Yeah, when I first got here, I was bored and lonely so I came wandering in here. Lucy did my second tattoo, which is a heart with an airplane circling around it on the very corner of my shoulder. She picked it.”

“How have I never seen it?”

“Great question.” You respond, wincing as Lucy goes over bone.

She pauses, looking at you. “Want to stop? We can take a break.” You take a deep breathe.

“No, this is nowhere near as bad as my first tattoo. I’m good. Just bone, you know. No big deal.”

“Just bone?” Coyote asks and if you turned your head, you would’ve seen how wide his eyes were.

“I told you ribcages are one of the most painful places to get a tattoo.”

“Yeah, the skin is thinner here and your bones are more prominent. But your designs are small and yours won’t take as long as hers because there’s less letters. We can also stop any time you need a break.” Lucy assures.

“That does not make me feel better.”

“What happened to if you can do it, I can do it?”

“I take it back now.”

“We get shot down in the middle of the ocean and you’re scared of a tattoo needle.”

“I was scared then too.”

“Whatever.”

“Okay, is the placement on the rib nearest to your heart intentional?” Lucy asks as she finished up.

“No, but kind of funny how that worked out.”

“Okay, so you know the drill. There might be bleeding. Keep it wrapped if you have to cover it and let it have as much fresh air as possible to avoid infection. It’ll probably itch and be red and-”

“Luce I know.”

“I gotta tell you anyways.” You sighed, listening to her schpeal as you watched her clean and prep for Coyote’s. You look back at Coyote, who's watching you carefully.

“You okay?” You ask, pulling your shirt back on.

He nods, taking a deep breath. “Just gonna miss you.”

“’M gonna miss you too.” You say, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Alright Coyote, you ready?” He nods, pulling his shirt off to give Lucy easier access and Lucas, one of the other tattoo artists, comes out from the back as they get situated.

“Y’all serve on the Green Vipers?”

You look up at Lucas. “Unfortunately.”

“They’re my least favorite squadron. They hate you, by the way. They complain every time they’re in here, which is at least once a month.” You watch Coyote carefully as he flexes his hand, wincing.

“Yeah, I know. I hate them back.” You respond, not making eye contact with Lucas.

“What’re you gonna do by yourself?” Lucy asks, focused in on her work.

You sigh. “I don’t know, I’m heavily considering crashing my plane into the middle of the ocean again to get away from them.” Coyote’s eyes narrow.

“Don’t even joke about that. It’s not funny.”

You smirk at him. “It is a little.”

“If I get a call that you crash landed in the middle of the ocean again, I will personally come back out here to kick your ass.”

“Well, if it means I get to see you, maybe I will.” He doesn’t reply as you watch Lucy go over a particular bony section. She looks up at him, pausing.

“You good? We can take a break.” He shakes his head, taking a shaky breath.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“You want me to hold your hand?” You ask, half-serious. He looks at you and sighs.

“Yeah.” You chuckle, moving your chair closer to hold his hand. He squeezes it and you squeeze back.

“Okay, I’m good.” He says finally and Lucy nods, moving to finish the second half of the tattoo. He looks at you, frowning.

“What?”

“I really think you should put in a request for re-assignment.”

You sigh, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, I know. I’m calling Admiral Kazansky later this week to get his thoughts on the matter.”

“I would still like to know how you know the Commander of the Pacific Fleet.”

“Nope.”

“I could die and you’ll never get the chance to tell your best friend the truth.” It’s your turn to glare at him.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true.”

“I will make you walk back to base.” You deadpan and he sticks his tongue out at you. Lucas chuckles at the exchange, shaking his head.

“Can’t believe they’re splitting the two of you up.” He says.

“The Navy does not give a shit about friendships.” You say, looking up at him.

He clicks his tongue in acknowledgment. “True.” Lucy finishes up Coyote’s tattoo and gives him the rundown of the same information she gave you about taking care of it and preventing infection. The three of you move to the front of the shop, where Lucy smiles at you.

“Okay, you know what, given the circumstances, this one is on me.” You narrow your eyes at her.

“No.”

“Please, your best friend is leaving. Let me do this for you.” You stare at her and finally sigh.

“Can I still tip you?”

She chuckles. “Won’t say no.” Coyote peers over your shoulder and you gently push him away.

“You’re going to Iraq in the morning, I’m not letting you pay for shit.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah, but I could hear you thinking it.”

He grumbles, stepping back as you tip Lucy the amount the tattoos would have cost, plus an extra $50.

“I dislike you.” She says, counting all of it.

“Yeah, I know.” You bid her and Lucas goodbye, heading out to the car. The drive back to base is silent and halfway there, you glance at Coyote. “Hey, you okay?”

He shrugs. “I’m scared. Terrified, actually.”

“You want to talk about it?”

He finally looks at you. “I’m terrified about leaving and not coming back. I’m terrified about leaving you and never seeing you again. I’ve been having nightmares all week about getting a call saying that something happened or that you were- or you getting the call about me, my Mom getting a call, I just-”

“You’re scared. It’s okay to be scared. Comes with the job.”

“Look, just- promise me you’ll do your best to not make the next time I see you be in a wooden box?” You look at him, offering your hand. He takes it.

“Javy, you know that the last thing that I would want in this world is for you or my Dad to get that call.”

“I know.”

“I will do my very best to make sure you don’t, but you gotta look out for yourself first, okay?”

He sighs as the two of you go through security and you park the car. You climb out of the car and walk back to the dorms with him, stopping where they split off between the boys and the girls. “I should try to get some sleep.” He whispers and you nod.

“Permission to give you one last hug Lieutenant Machado?”

A ghost of a laugh appears on his face. “Permission granted.” You reach up, pulling him into a hug and he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“Be safe.” You whisper.

“You too.” He finally lets you go, but neither of you move, the weight of the moment hitting you. You’re not sure when you’ll see him again and your soul feels heavy.

“Terror twins!”

Jesus fucking Christ. You groan at Shadow’s voice, turning to see your squadron approaching.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Moonshine asks.

“None of your business.” She sneers.

“What do you want?” Coyote asks sharply.

“You’re in troubleeeee.” Raven sings, a grin on her face. Your stomach sinks.

“Thompson wants to see you in his office immediately. Both of you.” Ghost says. You exchange a glance with Coyote.

“What’d we do?”

Ghost shrugs. “Dunno, but he seemed pissed.”

“Maybe if we’re lucky they’ll ship you out too Rebel.” Charm pipes up and you roll your eyes. Coyote grabs your shoulder, steering you away from the group before you can respond.

You get a few hallways away before he lets you go. “On a scale from 1-10 how fucked do you think we are?” You ask quietly.

“At least a 6.”

“Great.” You two finally reach the office and Coyote takes a deep breath, knocking on it. Leapfrog opens it and welcomes the two of you inside.

“Where’s Admiral Thompson, sir?”

He sighs. “He left. I’ve been left with the task of informing you that you both have re-assignment orders.”

“Sir?”

“The Navy has a top-secret mission and a special detachment squadron has been made with the very best pilots the Navy currently has to offer. You two have both been hand-picked by the very top, so this is a great honor.” You look at Coyote, his expression mirroring yours. “You’re being recalled to TOPGUN, the both of you. You leave first thing in the morning. Do your best and I know you will both be great examples of the Green Vipers.” You take a sharp intake of breath, brain reeling.

Home. You were going home.

“When we got the orders for the special detachment, I didn’t think any of this would happen.” You whisper and he looks at you.

“I’m glad it did.” The backdoor opens and Amelia walks out. She looks at you curiously.

“What are the two of you whispering about?” You snicker and wave her over.

“Do you wanna hear about the stupid thing we did?” She grins, nodding. The two of you hold out your wrists, showing her the tattoos. On your right, was a little mushroom holding a sign that said “I’m with stupid”. Coyote’s was on his left, the design the same, but his sign said “I’m with stupider.” She giggles and you put a finger over your mouth as your Dad walks out on the porch. Penny follows him and they settle by the grill, the rest of your team slowly filtering out onto your patio. It’s only once everyone is eating and the afternoon barbecue is well on it’s way does Amelia shoot you a look and you narrow your eyes at her.

“Hey Mav, how do you feel about tattoos?” You Dad glances up from his conversation with Hangman and Rooster. He shrugs.

“I don’t hate ‘em. Think they can be pretty cool.”

“So like, a tattoo of a friend’s callsign or say symbol representation of your callsign would be fine?” He nods slowly.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“But like say, if someone got a tattoo of a mushroom with a sign that says I’m with stupid, what would you think of that?” Penny’s head perks up.

“Amelia, that is oddly specific.” She says while your Dad chuckles.

“That’s kind of funny but maybe not the best use of a tattoo. But it’s not my business what other people get tattooed on themselves.”

“Even if it was your daughter?” You wince as your Dad’s gaze shifts to you.

“Rebel’s not stupid enough to get a tattoo like that.” Omaha claims from his seat. Amelia smirks.

“Yeah, she is.”

“Amelia.” You hiss as the group’s attention turns to the pair of you.

“What’re you talking about Amelia?” Your Dad asks.

“Ask her what her and Coyote were up to today.”

“What did the two of you do?” He asks, and you groan, glancing at Coyote.

“We got our second set of matching tattoos today.”

“I’m sorry, your second?” Your Dad asks, leaning forward. “I was not aware you had any.”

Rooster looks at Mav curiously. “She has three tattoos, you know that right?”

“Technically, now I have four.” Your Dad’s eyes widen.

“Four?” You sigh, standing up and moving closer to the table, lifting your shirt up as you go.

“Okay, I have the rebel symbol from Star Wars tattooed on one of my ribcages.”

Fanboy leans closer, inspecting it. He whistles. “Dude, that’s some nice line work. And mad for respect for the tattoo.” You nod.

“Courtesy of my friend from high school, April. She did it at the end of my time at TOPGUN, since TOPGUN is where I earned my callsign.”

“Will you send me her info? Now I want a tattoo done by her.” Payback calls and you nod.

“Course, she’s great. Highly recommend. Anyways, I also have a heart with a plane flying around it. It’s a few years old and the tattoo artist picked the design. It’s on the corner of my shoulder. My third is this one.” You shift, showing them Coyote’s name.

“Holy shit, that’s Coyote’s handwriting.” Bob says, moving closer.

“Mhm. Three days before we got the special detachment orders, he found out he was getting re-assigned to a squadron in Iraq. We got them the night before he was supposed to leave. It was his idea to get each other’s callsign, but it was mine to do them in the other’s handwriting.”

“Wait, time, I want to see yours.” Phoenix says and Coyote sighs, standing up and lifting his shirt.

“The ironic part is we got back to base and immediately turned around and found out we were being recalled to TOPGUN.”

“And then we were never apart ever again.” You flick Coyote’s shoulder.

“The artist who did them is the same one who did the one on my shoulder.”

“Did you know about this?” Fritz asks, turning to Rooster.

“Of course I knew about them Fritz. I’ve obviously seen them.” Maverick clears his throat and Rooster goes red, muttering a “Sorry.”

“I’m choosing not to think about what that implies.” You roll your eyes.

“Anyways, April did ours today.” You and Coyote lift up your wrists to show them off. The whole team leans closer and Fanboy lets out a loud laugh.

“That’s so on brand for your friendship.”

Coyote chuckles. “I specifically wanted one that said I’m with stupider.” You flip him off, carefully watching your Dad’s reaction.

“I can not believe the two of you went and did this.” You shrug.

“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”

Your Dad turns to Coyote. “I expect you to keep her from making these decisions Machado.” He shrugs in response.

“In my defense, we were left unsupervised.”

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