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thoroughlychance · 1 year

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Ok so maybe I invented a gravity falls au.

Long story short, my brain said “Dipple and Maber” instead of the niblings and, while I’m not going to name them that because that’s stupid, I started wondering what would happen if I shuffled things around. Also, I don’t know what to do with Fiddleford so if anyone has ideas, let me hear them please.

This is swap!gravity falls. Including my art, which is mid (except dipper that’s a good dipper)

TLDR main swaps are Dipper/Mabel, Ford/Stan, and Wendy/Soos

M’sorry if the formatting is weird I did this in my notes app~

Dipper = sweater vests, braces, fashion, confidence, unicorns

Mabel = collared jacket, hat, nerves, brains, science

Soos = lesbian badass with a motorcycle and lots of knives. She’s just here cause it’s a decent job, and she only steps in when needed, but she is very protective of the kids.

Wendell = Dedicated & loyal teen who always does his best but he’s a little stupid. Also he has daddy issues. Crush-crazy bi dipper falls in love with Wendell. Wendell’s teen group is the outcasts, but in a very nerdy losery way. This includes Robin the band geek, Timmy the programmer, Kate and Bee the chess players, and Tabitha who could probably be cool and popular if she wanted.

Candy & Grenda = swapped, so little skinny candy does martial arts and big loud Grenda is a gaming streamer with glasses.

Ford got kicked out of home for being a freak, Stan dropped out of college, Ford fought his way through college with loans and scholarships and has a couple PHDs. Ford came to Stan’s tourist trap 30 years ago (which Bill helped build) to talk to him, Stan let him set up a lab in the basement, went down there after being manipulated by Bill and freaked at how big it was, fight, Stan turned on the portal and ended up falling in, now Ford has to run the shack and try to stabilize the portal so it can open a double-sided gateway for Stan to come back, also he convinced everyone that wym ‘Stanley’ it was always ‘Stanford’ and actually now he’d rather go by his full name or just ‘Ford’ thanks.

Ford = Grunkle 1, loves them kids, enthusiastic, uses mystery shack for money, curious, bullheaded, feels super fuckin bad about what happened, tries not to cuss in front of the kids but isn’t a very aware guy

Stan = Grunkle 2, immediately falls in love with the kids, very creative, fighter, a bit scared of being emasculated tbh, nemesis with Bill, total sailor’s mouth

Bill = what if Bill’s the same except he’s a fucking square? You fucking square.

Waddles is a cute lil round goat that Dipper fell in love with and stole, and there’s also a big silly pig named Gompers around

The kids have a lot more fun toys from the start because Grunkle Ford isn’t gonna tell them about the portal, but if his kids want magnet guns, they’re gonna get magnet guns.

Stanley wrote the journals, they’re just accounts of the weird shit he’s run into over time in Gravity Falls. Ford is using #3 to try to derive scientific information about the anomalous nature of the place, but Stan is so Not A Scientist ™ that it’s hard. Mabel finds journal #1 and it’s full of hastily drawn pictures and warnings like, instead of a scientific name and approximate diagrams, it’s “what the fuck is this??” and “fuckin huge!” And Mabel is adding more scientific/helpful labels, Like the gnomes (all girls) are in there as “annoying little shits” “punt them” “if there’s too many to punt, hide.” To which Mabel adds “LEAF BLOWER - VERY EFFECTIVE” and “CAN STACK TO BECOME LARGE CREATURE”

Ford is too chaotic for a journal so he just has stacks of binders full of BS. And again, he doesn’t tell the kids about the lab downstairs or the portal or anything, but he’s 100% willing to give them stuff, and he’s become a chronic liar over time in order to run the mystery shack, signing legal papers and taxes as Stanley but having people call him Stanford.

Anyways, the portal incident happens as normal, and when Stan comes out of the portal he absolutely punches his brother, but the response is “Okay, I might deserve that, but so do you” “Fair enough.” And a reciprocal punch. “So does anyone else know about your secret lab situation?” “Oh, just… the entire US government?” “WHAT?!” And suddenly Stan is the doer and Ford takes a backseat like they did as kids, when Stan would make all the friends for them and beat up the bullies and Ford would do his homework.

The “Billpocalypse,” as Stan so aptly named it, occurs when Mabel starts getting a lot of attention from both Grunkles for being smart and creative and Dipper gets upset and runs off, then gets tricked on promise of being “smarter.” Stan, as always, stands up to Bill and has problems for it, and when the bubble around the town gets discovered, claims that he knows what’s causing it and how to destroy it, not wanting real-scientist Ford to get captured or anything. Dipland is full of candy and unicorns and everyone is equally smart, and Mabel breaks him out by explaining that her intelligence would be useless without his creativity, confidence, and enthusiasm, and the world needs him to save it. The Bill solution is the same, Stan has a metal plate implanted in his head and can’t let Bill in cause he’d discover that Stan was lying, so they swap and Ford gets his mind erased… for like a week, then he’s fine. Show ends with the grunkles going on the road trip of their dreams together in an RV they tricked out.

Thoughts? Feelings? Opinions? Fiddleford ideas? And ofc I welcome anyone else to draw/write for this, I’d love to see more.

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fancylala4 · 8 months

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“Ford is a eugenicist!” No, he isn’t! Someone at xseed must have hated ford and tried to set him up. Ford never said that eugenic stuff in the Japanese version. I guess the English translators wanted him to sound more nerdy in the English translation and ended up putting that problematic shit in Ford’s line. He also never said anything about balls of sugar nor wished for a productive family. That was all xseed doing. So don’t blame my man Ford, who was adhd coded in the game (I’m totally not projecting) or marvelous for that eugenics line. Blame xseed!

#mine #story of seasons #trio of towns #sos 3ot ford

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justamegafan · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Special

The Author Y/N

I’ve been rewatching Gravity Falls, and I want to try and make a few jokes with a Y/N as Ford Pines, but with a few differences

1. Y/N is Female (Sorry, I’m female myself and I don’t feel comfortable or that confident in writing about Male Y/N’s but I’m fine with Yuuken since I’m sorta familiar with him)

2. Y/N is sorta younger than Ford, instead of being in her 60s, Y/N is around her late 30s

3. Y/N will become a Teacher for NRC, but her classes are incredibly advanced in math, technology, science and theory (And is known at NRC as the ‘Magicless Professor’ of Ramshackle)

I’m keeping the nerdy part, that’s never gonna change or be replaced (Ford was the absolute best when he showed his nerdy/geeky side)

Y/N will earn the respect and admiration from the Housewardens, Vice Housewardens and her fellow Teachers by her tenacity, hard work, intelligence, and getting things done (Cue Azul, Idia and Rook being her biggest fans when it comes to her work)

Though at first a lot of the students won’t show any respect or listen to Y/N because they only respect those with power, until she proves them wrong by using her own strengths in science, technology, inventions and her intelligence

Rook is Y/N’s 1# Fan after having the chance to read her research in one of her Journals (Students in Y/N’s class have to earn her trust to read her Journals) and finds her brilliant mind that of a Huntress with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, giving her the nickname ‘Madam Auteur’, ‘Madam Professeur’ and ‘Madam Anomalie’ (Y/N calls Rook a ‘Human-Sized Flamboyant Bird’, which he takes as a compliment)

Students who are in Y/N’s class must receive her permission to read her Journals, which are all tightly packed with great knowledge, secret codes, messages and her research (As Y/N has a hard time trusting others, unless they can prove to her she can trust them)

The Housewardens are all naturally skeptical of Y/N being a Teacher, until they take one of her classes, which she challenges them with some very unorthodox ways that surprisingly fit their needs and challenges them on (That and she surprises them with her encouragement to learn about their interests)

Y/N will be made fun of by some of the student body for having six fingers, as that’s something no one sees everyday

Y/N tries to not show favoritism, but really enjoys having conversations with Idia, though she’s a bit confused when he uses his slang (And absolutely geeks out visiting Ignihyde) and is fine with him not physically showing to class (She also surprises Idia with how nerdy she is, especially with her gifting him her favorite game that somehow ended up in Twisted Wonderland ‘Dungeon’s, Dungeon’s and more Dungeon’s’, and gets Azul into the game too)

Y/N will absolutely try to study the Beastmen, Fae and Non-Human Students (But with their permission of course, mainly to learn possible differences in anatomy, biology and characteristics from Humans) and loses her mind after finding out Sebek is a Human/Fae hybrid (She’ll study in non-harmful ways, blood samples, regular physical test, check-ups, X-Rays, etc)

Y/N geeks out to the Beastmen, Merfolk, Ghosts, Fae, and all Non-Human Students (Or any students with Anomaly-like traits), asking a lot of questions out of curiosity and excitement (Once again, showing just how nerdy Y/N really is)

However, Y/N is also very secretive and hesitant on trusting others, as she uses unoccupied rooms in Ramshackle for her research, experiments, storage and inventions (And doesn’t allow any visiting Students or Faculty to enter or look) however, she’ll slowly learn she can trust the Students and Staff, and is willing to reveal some of her past in the future

Y/N might also possibly get into a potential relationship with Crewel, though she does annoy Crewel and Vil for her not taking great care of herself, and loses their shit after hearing she uses fire to shave because it’s ‘faster’ (Epel called Y/N ‘tough’ for doing that)

Y/N does live with Yuuken, Yuuka, Yuu, Y/N and Grim, but respects their privacy and space (Plus, she doesn’t really know what your supposed do and not do with children, teenagers included)

Lilia, this old man, might try and show his ‘moves’ on Y/N, much to Silver’s embarrassment at his father flirting with his teacher (Y/N is also equally just as bad as flirting, which causes a phenomenon of embarrassment for anyone unfortunate enough to witness this display)

#Twisted Wonderland #New Y/n #Author Y/N #i’m hyperfixating #I’m not sorry

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a-god-in-ruins-rises · 8 months

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this is the shit i'm talking about with regard to the "classics"

this dude seems to be under the impression that this meme is about physically strong men who can push plows harder. lmaoooo.

the "strong men" in this meme (and others like it) refers to excellent men of action and virtue and fortitude and capability. and "weak men" refers to mediocre men of decadence and degeneracy and incompetence and cowardice.

it wasn't "weird little nerds" who were inventing shit. they were aristocrats who probably placed a lot of value on athleticism and fitness since they were raised with an education that emphasized balance between mind and body. aristocrats who, by this guy's standards, would probably themselves be considered "fascists" anyway.

on one hand, these guys so badly want you to believe that it's actually people like them ("weird little nerds") who drive history forward and "actually the past was just like today!" so they can justify their own deficiencies.

on the other hand, when pressed, they'll admit they actually despise these men and consider these people and the times they lived in to be totally backward, racist, colonialist, barbaric, and so on.

at best it's a bunch of cognitive dissonance, at worst it's pure deception and manipulation.

and by the way, where it /was/ the case that it was "weird little nerds" inventing stuff (like since the industrial revolution) this didn't happen in a vacuum. stuff like that was and is only enabled by /strong men/ establishing and upholding a stable and prosperous society. and again, even then, many of these "weird little nerds" would probably have more in common with fascists ideologically than whatever it is this guy believes.

elsewhere he talks about how it's not "strong men" who create good times but "organization." i agree with him about organization tbh. but where does he think organization comes from? go look at the most prosperous nations throughout history and you'll find that the moments of their greatest prosperity is when they have a "strong man" as a leader who is able to swiftly and efficiently organize.

the founding fathers were strong men made during hard times. alexander hamilton was among the strongest. and he, along with the rest of the founding fathers, established a framework of government which enabled "weird little nerds" to create those "clever machines."

eli whitney was maybe one of the most important "weird little nerds" of the 19th century but he wasn't actually that weird. he was a perfectly sociable, well-respected man who was also well-connected and was pretty active in political life, famously advocating for adopting interchangeable parts as an industrial policy. he would probably be criticized as a racist, colonialist, capitalist pig by this "existential comics" guy if he was actually pressed.

or ford? also pretty important inventor of "clever machines." also quite explicitly a fascist. or at least a fascist sympathizer? alexander graham bell? connected to eugenics. james watt? another well-respected and well-connected public figure who was famous for his sociability. should i keep going? thomas edison? ben franklin? johannes gutenberg? the wright brothers?

idk man. i'm not seeing that many weird little nerds. just a lot of intelligent and well-regarded members of society. most of whom, again, would probably be considered fascists by this guy's standards anyway.

nowadays physical vigor and mental acuity are often divorced and even seen as antagonistic. but for most of (european) history these two were seen as complementary and emphasis was placed on both. this attempt to demonize the physical while championing "nerdiness" is a type of sickly slave morality.

and by the way, even the ancients believed in this meme. the ancients talked all the time about cyclical history and the way governments become corrupt and degenerate to anarchy and then a strong man takes over and establishes order and the cycle continues. i guess the ancients were fascist! (they would unironically believe this.)

anyway: read books and left weights. don't neglect either. being a "strong man" doesn't mean you can't be smart or invent things. quite the contrary.

#these people are spiritual christians #and stuff like this is their version of iconoclasm #we cannot honor or revere or romanticize or find meaning in anything #except coldly rational big “T” Truth #that is their one true god #they would dissect the last flower on earth if they could

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sapphicdib · 2 years

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IN THIS ESSAY I WILL EXPLAIN WHY I FUCKIGN LOVE DIBPER

I didn't wanna clog up the dash w me reblogging tia's post so im gna talk abt it here!!

Okay so from the context of why Dib works so well with Dipper is because they are very similar in a lot of ways but have very different strengths, and therefore can support each other. To explain quickly, Dib's motivations in canon are basically "expose zim to the world as an alien so they'll finally take me seriously (but mostly my dad)". All he really wants is his father's approval, who AHEM, is essentially abusive and i fucking hate professor membrane so much fucking fuckity fuck shit-- excuse me. Anyways everyone in his life writes him off as crazy for believing in the paranormal.

Dipper is also like this to an extent, he wants to impress a father figure (Ford) and towards the start of the show is depicted as slightly paranoid, so he can understand where Dib is coming from on that front. Also can you imagine Dib telling Dipper "my fucking classmate is an alien, here, look at these pictures!" and Dipper nodding, and going "yeah omg that's so cool!". Like I think Dib would start fucking sobbing. He just wants to be believed and respected and not shoved into the mold his dad wants him to fill, and Dipper believes him!

Coming from Dipper's point of view, he doesn't have very much self confidence. Of course, he does gain some as his character develops, but Dib would definitely be there to pick up the slack. He is extremely confident in the show, or at least lacks the awareness to lose confidence, and therefore is a lot more reckless than Dipper. 50 step plans? Hell no, he's throwing himself into situations without thinking of a way out at all. So basically Dipper's anxiety is an Immovable Object and Dib's recklessness is an Unstoppable Force. This way, Dib would pull Dipper out of his comfort zone and Dipper would reel Dib in a bit so he doesn't get himself too hurt.

On the similar side though, both of them are passionate and obsessive, Dib keeps tabs on Zim constantly and Dipper keeps up the journals so they both like logging their findings. I think to a certain extent both of them kinda want recognition for their research so I could easily see them publishing some of it together whether it just be in a book or an actual academic journal. They're both nerdy as fuck (but in different ways), Dib is good with machinery and tech while Dipper is good with organization and numbers. (Headcanon: Dipper tries to get Dib to play DD&MD with him but Dib's ADHD brain gets bored of all the numbers very quickly lol). They are both v good boys and I love them.

Most of this stuff is just stemming from canon and has nothing to do with the ADDITIONAL headcanons I have for these motherfuckers, so let's just rapid fire those: 1. Dib can cook, Dipper can not. If it wasnt for Dib, Dipper would be living off microwave spaghettios to this day. 2. Likewise, Dib cannot fucking drive, Dipper does all the driving for them. 3. Dipper is still kind of insecure about his masculinity even into adulthood, but Dib is rlly gnc and it kind of eases his nerves seeing that his partner wears all sorts of clothes and isn't questioned. 4. They both chew their pens. Ew. 5. Dib is always cold, Dipper is always warm, together they make the perfect human body temperature.

Those are mostly just general headcanons, I have way too many fucking aus and unless you want this essay to be literally the length of a novel I'll restrain myself. The main au I talk about (and am writing a fic for with my friend @/kuzakat), is the murder boys/murder boyfriends au, wherein Dib is a serial killer and Very Annoying and Dipper is just trying to get him out of his hair lmfao. Its basically a hannibal au by accident but blame Kuza for that because THEY watched it and I haven't, so for all I know they subtly shoved in hannibal details while I was none the wiser. UHH other than that I have my Farm AU, Telekinesis Au, Horror Au, Angel/Demon Au, and the Betrayal Au, but I might be missing some. So yeah. Ask me about my aus if you want I love talkin about them!!

#dibper #invader zim #gravity falls #dib #dipper pines #dib x dipper #iz #crossover #crossover ship #in this essay i will #THIS WAS FOR TIA OKAY ILYSM TIA THANK U FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE FOR RAMBLING ABT DIBPER FOR LIKE 5 YEARS

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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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A helping hand

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Synopsis:(Y/N)’s younger sister is part of the party. so what happens when she witness’s Billy getting hit when she goes to pick Max up and then when he arrives bloody and bruised on her doorstep two days later? Will she help him and let him in on her life before Hawkins, or will her hatred for him make her turn him away? Takes place between seasons 2 and 3.

Word count: 2602

Warnings: First (and possibly only) time writing for Billy, so he’s pretty OOC. Swearing. Abuse. Neil being the grade a asshole that he is. Talk of domestic violence. Angst?

“Stay in the car, I’ll be back in a minute,” you turn around to face your little sister, Carol, who’s sitting in the back seat flipping through the pages of her seventeen magazine.

“Okay,” she glances up at you. “We’re supposed to be at the arcade in ten minutes, we can’t be late.”

She’s frantic that she’ll be late and upset Dustin. “Ah, young love,” you tease her as you step out of the car, catching the last seconds of her sticking her tongue out. Carol and Dustin had been friends their entire life, and she’s been in love with him for almost as long.

You make your way to the front door of the Hargrove house, you’re here to pick up Max and drop the two off at the arcade to meet up with the rest of the party. It was a cold and snowy January in Hawkins, so the kids obviously couldn’t ride their bikes or skateboards. As you get closer to the door, you swear you can hear the hushed tone of someone yelling at their kids. You ignore the uneasy feeling rising in your stomach and knock on the door.

Susan Hargrove answers the door with a fake smile plastered on her face. You’re about to greet her when you hear shouting coming from down the hall. “You’re just a worthless fucking faggot Billy,” you hear a male voice bellow, you make eye contact with Max over her mothers shoulder. She looks embarrassed, which makes a deep frown appear on your face. This must be normal. “You’re too busy staring at yourself in the mirror that you can’t drive your sister to the arcade, you make some girl come out of her way to get Maxine.” Billy and his father are now in your line of sight, but blocked from your sister's view because of your frame.

Before you can assure them that it’s no problem and that it was actually on the way Billy mumbles, “she’s not my sister.”

“We’ve already talked about this,” his father seethes. “You need to learn respect and responsibility.” As the last word leaves his lips the sound of flesh on flesh resonates in the air.

It takes you half a second to realize that Neil’s hand is in the air and Billy’s face is turned away from the door. The smack happened so fast that you almost missed it. A small gasp leaves your lips, reminding everyone that you just witnessed their dark secrets. Billy’s blue eyes snap to yours as they seem to glow in rage, but towards you and not his father. There’s also a sadness deep within those angry eyes, a sadness that only someone who can relate can see.

Max is frantically pulling on her red winter coat, trying to get out of the house as fast as humanly possible.

“I’ll have Max home by eight,” you give Susan a sad smile. “I have to go shopping, but then I’ll be at the arcade with the kids for the rest of the time. And really, it was no bother picking her up, Max and Carol get along great.”

“Bye mom,” Max mumbles as she pushes her way out the door and towards your car. Susan gives you one last sad smile, and your eye’s briefly flick to Billy who looks like he’s about to break something, before the front door closes.

As you walk away you can hear Neil’s voice pick back up, there’s a part of you that wants to cry for the poor broken boy on the other side of that door. But it’s Billy, the bully, the new king of Hawkins High. The Billy that goes around tormenting Steve, and the one that makes fun of the nerdy kids. No, you wouldn’t cry for him. He’s just as bad as his father.

Max and Carol talk and laugh the entire way to the arcade. Max pretending nothing happened, and Carol none the wiser to what goes on in the Hargrove house. Carol is impatient and practically jumps out to the car before it stops moving, five minutes late from when she promised Dustin she would be here. Max is slower, almost like she’s at war with herself on whether to say anything or not.

“Max,�� you say as she slides a foot out the door. “If it’s ever too much and you need somewhere to stay for a night, our door is always open. No questions asked and no one has to know.”

“Thanks,” she says quietly before following your sister into the arcade.

When you drop Max off later that night Billy’s Camaro is nowhere to be seen.

At school the next morning you feel a tight grip around your wrist as you’re walking down the hall to first period. Before you can properly react you’re spun around and engulfed in the strong scent of cologne and cigarette smoke. You’re once again greeted by Billy’s angry blue eyes as he pulls you into a secluded corner.

“Let go of me,” you glare at him, yanking your wrist away from him. Taking a few steps back, wanting as much space between you and him as you could get. Billy looked angry, and you sure as hell didn’t want to be on the receiving side of that anger.

“I don’t want your pity and you best not say anything to anyone about what you saw yesterday (Y/L/N),” Billy threatens. Even though it’s the middle of January Billy still only has half of his shirt buttoned. His chest muscles visibly flexing with his erratic angry breathing.

“Why the hell would I say anything? Just so you can deny it before beating me to a pulp like you did to Steve? I’ll pass,” your eyes narrow at the bad boy. “And I sure as hell don’t fucking pity you. Yeah, you’re life sucks, Neil sucks. But you choose to be just like him. Abused or not, that’s no excuse to become the bully Hargrove. A bad life doesn’t give you the excuse to be a shit person. And you could try to be nicer to Max, while she may not be the one getting hit, living in a toxic home is just as terrible.”

Billy takes a step back, like you’ve burned him. His face holds a faint trace of sorrow, good. Maybe he’ll be knocked down a peg or two. Out of the corner of your eye you see Steve shoot you a weird look as his eyes land on you and his enemy.

“Harrington,” you call as Steve walks passed you and Billy. He stops and turns around, raising an eyebrow when his eyes flick to your company. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Studying for our calculus test,” he watches you intently as you step closer to him, still wondering why you were with Billy.

“The kids are coming over to watch the new Indiana Jones, do you want to join us? We can study after the movie, I love Harrison Ford too much to actually miss the movie,” you laugh softly. “Plus my parents left this morning, so I’m babysitting seven hormonal middle schoolers alone, please save me.”

“You’ll be fine,” Steve laughs at your over dramatic attitude.

“Half of them are dating each other, and then my sisters crush on Dustin, I can’t handle all that drama on my own,” you whine as you start to walk down the hall. “Plus it's free pizza, popcorn, and all the ice cream you can eat. And a new episode of Saturday Night Live when the kids fall asleep” You bat your eyelashes at your friend and co parent to the party.

“Fine,” he sighs reluctantly. “But Hargrove better not be there.”

“Like he’d ever show up,” you laugh as you run down the hall as the warning bell sounds.

Before you know it, it’s Saturday afternoon and you’re surrounded by kids. Susan dropped Max off first, and the poor woman couldn’t look you in the eyes. And that fact that Billy, who according to Max always takes her places, wasn’t the one dropping her off made you slightly worried.

You’re about twenty minutes into the movie and throwing popcorn at Steve when there’s a hesitant and irregular pounding on your front door. “Stay here,” you tell the kids. Steve follows a few steps behind you.

You’re greeted by Billy’s bruised face when you open the door. He has a bruised and swollen eye that pairs with his split lip. Dried blood on his chin and drops on his white shirt.

“Oh my God, Billy,” you breathe. Your body works without your brains help, and you gently grab his wrist and pull him into your house.

“I know you said the door was always open for Max,” his voice hoarse, almost like he was in a screaming match earlier. His right arm wrapped tightly around his torso. “Do ya think you can make an exception for me?” Max joins the three teens when she hears Billy’s voice, her face falls slightly at the sight of his condition.

“Steve, Max, why don’t you guys go back to the movie. Billy, let’s go get you cleaned up,” you grab his hand and gently pull him towards the stairs. Steve goes to protest, but Max pulls him away with her.

“What happened?” you ask after you shut the bedroom door behind you, running to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. Billy remains silent as he watches your concentration face as you lightly dab at his split lip.

“I was working out too loudly, then I accidently spilled his beer,” Billy won’t look you in the eyes.

“We graduate in a few months and then you’ll be free,” you interject optimistically.

“You know I’ll never change, right?” Billy says as he thinks back to what you said to him school.

“I think you can,” you sigh, grabbing some aspirin. “You just choose not to.”

“What do you know?” he snaps, blue eyes murderous.

“More than you would think,” you deadpan, lifting his shirt to rest under his pecs. Boy was it hard not to just rip it off completely.

“If you wanted me shirtless you just had to ask sweetheart,” Billy winks and seductively licks his lips. You inhale sharply, trying to ignore the rush of heat you feel throughout your body. Sure he’s hot, bet he’s a manwhore and an asshole. Don’t fall for it. Instead of verbally responding, you push on his ribs without warning and it’s his turn to inhale. “Shit!”

“They don’t feel broken or fractured,” you stare at the splotchy blue and purple bruises forming over his rib cage.

“How would you know?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“I have years of practice,” you hand him the aspirin and wait to talk until he swallowed the tablets. Were you really going to tell him this? “My dad, my birth one, used to toss me around like a rag doll. Carol got lucky, he liked her so he would never hurt her. But when he was mad at something she did he would just take it out on me twice as hard. I had to clean myself up when my mom would shut down, and I’d have to fight through the pain to check to see if anything was broken. One night it was so bad that I was unconscious on our kitchen floor when my mom and Carol got home. That’s the day my mom decided to leave him.”

“How old were you?” Billy’s face a mix of sadness and anger.

“Younger than Carol and Max. We moved around a bit before finally landing in Hawkins,” you’re afraid to look in Billy’s eyes. Afraid to find that pity he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of. “I know you have a distaste for the town, I did too when I moved here my freshman year, but it’s the first place we stayed. It’s where my mom met my amazing stepdad, it’s home to some of us.”

“That’s why you offered Max a place to stay when it gets bad,” his voice softens as he stares at the side of your face.

“I had nowhere to go. Carol had nowhere to go,” you sigh. “I couldn’t let Max suffer through the same life we did.”

“I didn’t know,” he reaches forward and rest his fingers on top of yours.

“No one did, you’re the only one,” you pull your fingers away from his to wipe a single tear away. “Carol doesn’t even know, the doctors say she’s blocking out the memories, that it was so painful her brain refuses to remember it.”

“I want to be better,” he refuses to look you in the eye, opting to pick at the corner of your comforter instead.

“And you can be, one step at a time Billy,” you gently place your hand on his shoulder He finally looks up at you, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It’s why I said you could change, be better. I’m nothing like my father, and I know you're strong enough to be better than yours.”

“Will you help me?” he sounds so vulnerable and defeated. So broken.

“Of course, as long as you’re actually trying.”

Thank you,” he lays down on your bed, pulling the sheets up over him.

“Do you like Saturday Night Live?” you ask as you walk to your door,

“I love it,” he gives you a lopsided smile you’ve never seen before.

“Cool. Get some sleep, and you can join Steve and me when it’s on tonight.”

“Anything for you sweetheart,” he shoots you a lazy wink.

“And Billy? You owe me big time,” you put on a fake scowl as you look into Billy’s tired blue eyes. “You made me miss shirtless Harrison Ford.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. He’s too caught up in the way the bed smells like your floral perfume, and the strawberry shampoo that you use. He takes a deep breath, deeply inhaling your scent, trying to memorize it. To memorize the smell of safety and home. His eyelids grow heavy and he drifts off to sleep, wondering what changing would mean for the two of you.

“Where is he?” Steve immediately jumps up from the couch when you walk back into the living room.

“Upstairs sleeping off some pain meds,” you send hi a warning look. “Now how much did I miss?”

“Harrison is making out with the blonde chick,” Lucas says through a mouthful of popcorn.

“Well that narrows it down,” you laugh lightly.

“They’re giving the stone back to the village,” Carol adds. You let out a long sigh as you realize you missed almost the entire movie. You give Max a small smile, hoping that it conveys to her that Billy is alright.

“When’s Hargrove leaving?” Steve asks annoyed.

“He’s actually gonna watch SNL with us tonight,” you meet Steve’s angry eyes. “He promised to help make french toast in the morning.” That may have been a lie, but Steve doesn't need to know that. But something tells you that you’ll be able to convince him to help.

“So when are we gonna order pizza?” Carol cuts in, wanting to cut the tension.

“In a little,” you promise, as you sit down to enjoy the last few moments of Harrison Ford.

An hour and a half later, when the pizza’s on it’s way, you go upstairs to wake up Billy. “Don’t let me down Billy,” you whisper to his sleeping form as you lean against your door frame.

Part 2: Too much

Forever tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen @rexorangecouny

#dacre montgomery #billy stranger things #billy x you #billy x y/n #billy x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 3 #stranger things x reader

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frumfrumfroo · 4 years

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What are your favorite movies and TV shows outside of SW? I’m looking for new things to watch since SW was so disappointing

My tastes are pretty eclectic, so I will stick to just things that are either similar to sw or are in the reylo-esque romance wheelhouse and have happy endings:

Chuck. It is a goofy, light-hearted action-adventure show with extremely endearing characters and a very prominent central romance (seriously, heavy romance and there is a lot of payoff for it, you will be FED- it's kind of slow burn but also shockingly NOT slow burn, they are deep into it pretty much immediately). The main couple is the classic Stoic Badass gradually softened by an innocent they have to protect who is a liability in battle but full of the Power of Heart. Chuck is The Heart btw. He is of that vanishingly rare male Beauty (of B&tB) type. He's incredibly generous and open, Sarah is prickly and closed-off. It is Quality. Very much a gender-swap of your typical cliche anime couple lol. I would recommend stopping at the mid-season finale in season 4, because it's downhill from there. The beginning of season 3 is very rough, but it's definitely worth it to stay for the back half, imo. There are several great endings to choose from before things go to shit, so we don't need to talk about the finale. Probably the most tonally similar to SW thing possible without being high/space fantasy. More humour, more silly, but definitely has a spiritual kinship. Has the best THE BEST 'secret revealed' scenes I have ever seen in anything. If you're into that and were hoping for that in ep IX, you need to watch Chuck.

The Shop Around the Corner. 1940 romance/drama film. You've Got Mail is a remake of it. Jimmy Stewart being profoundly adorable, Frank Morgan (aka the Wizard of Oz), various amusing side characters, and an absolutely deathless double blind 'secretly in love with the workplace nemesis' plot that can and probably has been a great reylo AU.

Mirromask. Fantasy/coming-of-age film. Touted as a 'spiritual successor' to Labyrinth by the filmmakers (one of whom is Neil Gaiman) and let me tell you, that is extremely apt. Beautiful, magical, laden with symbolism and Mask Discourse, and has a great ship. I quote it regularly.

Speaking of which, I'm sure you've seen Labyrinth? If you haven't seen Labyrinth, drop everything and watch Labyrinth.

Legend (the Ridley Scott director's cut, not the theatrical cut). Sumptuous fairy tale, runs on proper fairy tale logic, stunning to look at and overall captivating. Tim Curry. Tim Curry as a lonely tragic lord of darkness who tries to seduce the heroine and has drippingly overwrought monologues.

Howl's Moving Castle. Fairy tale adventure/romance film. Beautifully animated, has the ending you want.

The Silence of the Lambs. Thriller/drama film. Actual masterpiece. Use it as a gateway drug to read the books and rejoice that Clannibal is canon and it is spectacular. Just SotL and Hannibal, you don't need to read the other two. Stan Clarice Starling and revel in that ending. Most triumphant 'villain'/heroine ship of all time (he is not technically a villain but for shorthand's sake).

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. Terry Gilliam 1988 fantasy/adventure film. THE TRIUMPH OF IDEALISM OVER CYNICS I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW HEALING IT WAS TO WATCH AFTER THE TROS BULLSHIT HIT. Jonathan Pryce's spiritual villain is basically Chris Terrio and it is cathartic to see imagination and sentiment conquer him.

Sabrina. 1995 romance film. Modern fairy tale with Harrison Ford. Rejecting what you thought you wanted all your life for the thing you actually need, growing up but still believing in magic, beautiful character development across all the leads. Could be (and is irrc) a fantastic reylo AU.

The Scarlet Pimpernel. 1934 adventure film. High romance, secret identities, play-acting, people who aren't at all what they appear to be, falling in love with your own spouse, Big Heroism, guile and wit and audacity. It makes me do little kicks like a happy baby. This is one of the 3-5 films constantly tied for my favourite film of all time. There is a good quality rip free on youtube. Watch it and fall in love with Leslie Howard (this is possibly my favourite acting performance of all time).

Oh, related note. Pygmalion 1938 or My Fair Lady. (The musical is based on this film and borrows from it heavily, including its much more romantic ending compared to the original play.)

The Mummy. 1999 action/adventure/romance film. Very tonally similar to sw. A fucking great time, A+ characters.

EVER AFTER. 1998 romance film. The flawless and perfect and best ever Cinderella adaptation. This is the most satisfying film in history, maybe, the ending is so good it is amazing it exists. Also, it has Richard O'Brien being slimy. Huge selling point. Grapples with identity and stewardship, is brilliant.

Fruits Basket. drama/romance anime. I haven't watched the new version yet, but it's following the manga so I know the story. The original anime didn't do the whole plot (because they caught up with the source material) but it's wonderful and I still recommend it. The central ship is (spoiler.........) a B&tB type where we eventually discover the main love interest both feels like a figurative monster and turns into a literal monster. He has an incredible speech about his relationship with people's fear, it makes me weep. I called the endgame from the first episode and always thought it was obvious, but there is a red herring love triangle dynamic. It's really not annoying, though, because it is a red herring. (I hate love triangles)

I am Dragon. Russian monster romance film. Beautiful, simple fable with a really great heroine.

Jane Eyre. 1943 Gothic Romance film. It's Jane Eyre, byronic hero x sensible heroine love story with much atmosphere and Gothic drama. I stan this version because I am an Orson Welles fangirl and I'm also not convinced it can be improved upon. Elizabeth Taylor's film debut btw.

Hellboy. 2004 action/adventure/romance film. Defying destiny, reconciling identity, monster romance. The complete package and a great time. Tonally similar to SW and probably thematically closest to it out of this whole list. Don't watch the sequel.

Beauty and the Beast 1987 tv series. Exactly what it says on the tin. Deals with the classic B&tB themes, but in a different way. He's not cursed and will never transform into an ordinary man. The first season is very episodic and 'case of the week', but the second season gets more into character drama. It's dated, but if you give it a chance you can get past some of the cheese factor and it's really a unique experience. Its concerns are SO atypical that it feels like something fandom would make rather than a mainstream network show. It was so massively, insanely popular with women at the time that a record of Vincent (the beast) reading poetry topped the album charts. Also Ron Perlman and Linda Hamilton. Stop at season two. Point of interest: George RR Martin wrote for this show.

Stargate (the movie not the series) sci-fi fantasy about a nerdy guy who accidentally a hero.

Possession. 2009... mystery/supernatural/romance. Okay. This is a whole thing. Lee Pace and Sarah Michelle Gellar. It's based on a Korean film I've never been able to find for some reason, but being Hollywood they ruined the romanticism and nuance of the original in the theatrical cut to make a shitty punative ending. However. If you buy it on dvd and go to the alternate ending (which follows the original story) with around 20 minutes left (scene after Lee Pace's character wakes from a bad dream-go to deleted scenes and select the alternate ending), you will get a very, very interesting character study/thriller/redemption about sincerity within deception, compassion, and a major question about second chances with a positive answer. It's kind of dark and kind of astonishingly idealistic at the same time. The heroine makes a very powerful choice, twice over. It's fascinating. If you're into the conflicted and uncertain period in reylo, the part where he is most ambiguous, and you wanted more of that and much darker shades to it, you might be really into this. Also, it should be noted, there is a MASSIVE height difference and they show it off. The film is flawed (and the seams show on the Hollywood rewrite) but idk, it's fascinating. Shocking to me that they even got to shoot the original ending. It is pretty balls to the wall with its themes on forgiveness.

I would recommend getting into kdramas because there is a wealth of female-gaze tropey amazing content, but always check the ending before getting invested. My all-time fave is the 1st Shop of Coffee Prince, but it's not sw related at all lmao. It has a happy ending with all the elements you'd want, but it's not satisfying in execution, so that's it's major flaw and I find that pretty common with kdramas. One that is maybe more relevant is My Love from Another Star, which has a hero who is a little bit like Ben in personality. The heroine isn't my favourite, though. It does have a decent ending.

Oh yeah- brain fart. Kurosawa films and classic westerns were both very influential on SW. Or you can combine both and watch The Magnificent Seven.

#this somehow ended up a wall of text??? I'm so embarrassed #anyway it should be fixed now #recs #anyway 40s movies are fantastic they used to CHURN OUT rom coms and even the bad ones are entertaining #and they were not in the romance ghetto they had prestige actors and directors #I don't know what happened and why this isn't done now because that shit was profitable #another edit:#I messed up my directions on Possession bc I first saw the alt ending on YouTube from the fridge point #but actually the full thing starts way earlier and covers more of the loose ends than I remembered #so I've fixed that now as well #(because I just rewatched it after writing this rec) and serious SERIOUSLY someone watch this movie and scream about it with me #I can't stress enough how important it is you switch to the alt ending and watch that INSTEAD of the theatrical cut but but but #If you do - OMG the ending is incredible #the coded conversation the subtle optimism #it is a meeting place where we Soft Reylos and the edgier villain/heroine stans can meet in the middle

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dipper pines

How I feel about this character

i LOVE dipper. while i more outwardly resemble mabel, i honestly relate to dipper almost as much. he’s so up in his own head and kind of pretentious and sometimes bad at social situations, which i get. plus, the hyperfixation on niche nerdy interests even to the detriment of other areas of your life. hastag relatable

plus, i love how flawed and awkward both he and mabel are in their own ways.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

i sometimes like candip, and i’ve seen some cute parapines in the past. i’m down with either of those

My non-romantic OTP for this character

mabel especially, but also stan. i love his relationship with ford, but i think that dipper learns more about himself from stan, who he shares some core values that aren’t as overt as his really obvious but surface level parallels with ford are

My unpopular opinion about this character

um, maybe that i’m more weirded out by billdip when people make it into a standard cute white boy slash ship than when people make it into a gothic horror story? if you’re going to ship the twelve year old boy with the demon triangle at least like, acknowledge that it’s weird as shit. if you’re not writing deeply disturbing supernatural horror then i’m a lot more weirded out by your choice to ship the twelve year old with the demon triangle to be completely honest

also, i think that dipper shares a good deal of similarities with STAN that never get addressed by the show because the parallels between him and ford and mabel and stan are a bit more obvious

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i LOVE gravity falls, but i wish that we had three seasons. season one where things are mainly fun filler, season two where things build, and then season three where things went to shit. the portal opening being a half season finale works fine but i wanted more content so if it were a season finale that still had another season afterwards would be good.

this isn’t about dipper specifically but

#petsohp #dipper pines #gravity falls #ask games

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dyde21 · 4 years

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Diners

It’s been a while since I wrote! I got inspired when I heard the song Heathens to write something more along the lines of punk!Annabeth again and this turned out cute. Maaaaayyyyyyy add more to it at some point if there’s interest. I have a few more ideas.

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Shoving Piper to the side playfully, Annabeth laughed as they leaned against her car. They were currently parked outside the local diner, waiting for their friends to show up. She took another drag from her cigarette, turning her head to blow the smoke as Piper rolled her eyes.

“You still on that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “It’s good stress relief.” She offered, before glancing at her sideways. “Besides, addiction is a bitch.”

Piper nodded. “True, but there are resources.”

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah yeah, sometime.”

Piper glared at her, but decided not to push her. She was in a relatively good mood, and she wasn’t looking to fight with her best friend tonight. “When will the boys be here?”

Reyna popped her head out from the window of the car. “About five, they’re almost here.” She offered, before leaning back into the car and turning up the music again.

Annabeth watched the smoke drift into the air as she bobbed her head to the loud music blaring from the car. Honestly the bass kinda sucked in her car, but leaning against it she could feel the vibrations through her whole body with the beats of the song and it helped distract her.

Finals for their term of college had been stressful, so they had decided to blow off steam tonight. Get a dinner, then party at Piper’s house and drink until she woke up the next day. One of her better plans if you asked her.

Hazel climbed out of the car on the other side, pulling her jacket around her. “Can we go in? It’s getting cold.” She asked, giving a pointed glare to Annabeth’s cigarette.

Rolling her eyes, Annabeth dropped the cigarette and stamped it out. She knew her friends hated the habit more than she did, Hazel especially. It wasn’t like she liked smoking, but she had tried it in highschool, trying to be cooler and the habit stuck with her unfortunately. It wasn’t like she was unaware of what that stuff did to you.

Hazel flashed her a grateful smile, before leaning next to her against the car and nudging her side. She was the youngest of their group, and subsequently the one that got in the least trouble. But she was friends with Reyna and Annabeth had grown fond of the girl. Even if only to protect her. No one messed with their group, she made sure of that.

Before long, another car pulled up as she recognized the old beat up Ford Jason parked next to them, hopping out of the car and moving over to Piper, wrapping a hand around her waist as they kissed.

Annabeth scoffed and pushed off the car. “Save that till we go home after the party.” She said, rolling her eyes and starting to lead the group over to the diner. Leo and Frank joined them as they walked.

“No Nico?” Annabeth asked, as Piper pulled open the door for her.

“Date with Will.” Jason offered.

Annabeth nodded, not surprised.

As they approached the till, she had to admit she was a bit amused by the momentarily worried expression that crept across the boy’s face.

“7?” She answered the question he hadn’t asked yet.

He nodded, grabbing a stack of menus and looking across the place for a second.

“Right this way.” He said as he lead the group through the mostly empty diner towards one of the back corners. There was a large booth with enough space for all of them.

Annabeth slid in at the end, resting her chin on her palm as she watched him.

They had been to the diner occasionally before, so she recognized him. She didn’t know his name or anything about him, but he worked here pretty often. Piper had said that he was the son of the lady that owned it. He was honestly kind of cute, in the nerdy, put together way that made her want to know what he’d be like if he let loose for once. From Annabeth’s experience, the more put together someone was, the more they were holding back.

He glanced up at her, meeting her eyes for a moment. He offered her a brief smile before looking away, a slight rose tint to his cheeks that made her snicker.

Piper apparently heard her laughing and nudged her side. “Don’t tease the waiter. He’s nice.” She warned as Annabeth rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Piper gave her an unimpressed look.

“Yet.” Annabeth finished a bit reluctantly.

“Yet.” Piper repeated. “I like this place, the owner is nice and the waiter is too. I don’t want to get banned from here too.”

Annabeth nudged her back. “That wasn’t my fault. Those girls picked a fight with me. I finished it.” “Yeah, you also ended my chances at getting Pizza from there again. Now I need to send Jason whenever I want it.”

Annabeth winced slightly before looking away. Maybe losing her cool like she had that day hadn’t been her smartest plan. Working on that was on her list too. Right next to stopping smoking and screwing up every relationship she had with a person.

Piper rubbed her back reassuringly. “It’s all good. Let’s just eat, I’m starving and I don’t want to start drinking on an empty stomach.”

Annabeth nodded as they finished piling into the booth.

“My name is Percy, and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I get you started with some drinks?”

They all ordered their drinks as he jotted them down. He wouldn’t make eye contact with her when she said hers, and her amusement shifted to concern slightly. Was she really that intimidating?

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she tried to listen back into the conversation. They were going over how their finals went and Annabeth smirked as she saw Frank and Hazel giving each other eyes. They were a little less public with their affection than Jason and Piper were, but they were hopelessly in love, it was honestly pretty cute.

Eventually Percy came back with a tray of drinks, setting them down and impressively getting them all right. He even managed a small smile to her when he gave her her drink, and Annabeth did her best to return it. He seemed nice, so she figured she could play nicely.

“Did you figure out what you want to eat yet, or would you like some more time?”

They all glanced around at each other for a moment before they nodded. “We’re good.” They ordered their food. He dutifully took notes for each one, promising to be back quickly as they went back to their conversation.

Not long after Annabeth looked away from her conversation with Jason when Piper nudged her side. Following her subtle pointing, she saw a pair of of familiar guys enter the diner and Annabeth let out a groan, feeling her appetite fading already.

“Really? Octavian has to show up here?”

She muttered under her breath, glancing over at Reyna to see her already flipping him off with his back turned.

Octavian was a rich kid that thought he was better than everyone just because his parents were wealthy. Reyna and himself had apparently had quite a bit of trouble in highschool because of her humble upbringing and attitude that was as bad as her own.

They were seated in a booth not to far from them, and another two guys joined them a minute later. Those guys Annabeth recognized better, they were assholes. No other word for it, problem children like she was, but they didn’t actually give a shit about others.

She just hope-

Sure enough a moment later Percy was at their table, taking their orders. Judging by their obnoxious laughing and the way she saw his shoulders slump, they weren’t exactly being great customers either. Still, to her amazement he kept his cool and eventually seemed to get the info he needed and had hurried away from them. Annabeth knew she would have lost her cool by then.

Her eyes followed his form to the little cubby where waiters went to fill drinks and she saw him leaning his head against the soda machine as she saw his shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths. He seemed either miserable or pissed, or perhaps both, and she couldn’t blame him.

He headed back over to their table, plastering on a warm smile as he approached. “The food will be here shortly, is there anything you need?” He asked, glancing at each of them.

They shook their heads, and Piper flashed him one of her award winning smiles. “No, thank you thought Percy. We appreciate it.”

Annabeth saw his smile seem to grow a little more genuine as he perked up a bit at being treated like an actual human.

“Well let me know if you need anything, and I’ll go check on your food.” He promised, turning around. As he started to walk away, one of the guys from Octavian’s table was leaving the restroom. Percy tried to wait, but the man threw out an elbow as he passed, knocking him backwards a little.

Percy stumbled back towards the table, reaching out.

Annabeth’s eyes widened as she held up a hand ready to help catch him. He managed to catch himself on the table, but his elbow knocked over her coke, spilling it all over the corner of the table.

“Shit!” She said, jumping up to avoid the coke spilling all over her as Piper quickly tipped the cup back up.

“Fuck! Damnit!” Percy said, quickly pulling out a small rag from his apron and starting to mop at the mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He said, desperately trying to clean up the mess.

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” Annabeth said, grabbing the napkins Piper held out to her as she dried off the bench as the group worked to make sure everything was out of the way so it could be cleaned up.

There was a chorus of laughter from Octavian’s table and Annabeth was about to go over there until Piper caught her wrist. Glancing back at her friend, she saw her give her warning look, before glancing over to Percy who looked like he just wanted to die as he tried to fix the mess. Sighing, Annabeth relaxed her fist and Piper let go of her arm.

“I’ll be right back, I’m grabbing some spray so it doesn’t get sticky.” He said, practically running back to the cubby and returning a moment later with a clean cloth and a small bottle of cleaner. Another minute later and everything was cleaned up, and the table was being settled back to it’s old place. “I’ll get you another coke, one second.” He said, unable to meet her eyes as he scampered away.

For a second, she swore she heard him mumble something about losing another tip.

Annabeth watched him pour her drink from the machine, once against resting his head against the machine. She genuinely felt bad for him, customer service was hard enough without some assholes making your life miserable for shits and giggles.

Percy returned a moment later, giving her another coke, making a few more apologies before leaving again. He still had a bright smile, but his eyes were dead.

“Poor guy.” Piper muttered.

“Percy can never catch a break.” Jason offered, making Annabeth glance over. “You know him?”

Jason shrugged. “Not well. He’s in my math class. I know he’s on the swim team, works here practically anytime he’s not in class, and is worse than me at math. That’s about it.”

Annabeth took another sip of her drink, glancing down at the table lost in thought.

A minute later though Percy returned with a tray and someone else, holding a second one.

They set down all the trays, again surprisingly in the right spot.

“Sorry for the wait.” He offered, his voice tired and a bit shaky that sent another wave of anger and sympathy through Annabeth. This poor guy really didn’t need to deal with this shit.

“No worries.” She offered, helping set some plates down so everyone was ready.

As he set her plate down, he was pulling his hand away. She reached out quickly, grabbing his wrist. She felt him tense up, and even Piper seemed to tense at her side.

“Thanks for the food. You’re doing fine.” She said, trying to make her voice gentle, which was a bit differently from her usual efforts to sound intimidating and serious.

He was on guard for a minute, before her words seemed to sink in and he relaxed. He smiled at her, nodding. “Thank you.”

He seemed to stand up a bit straighter, the over server clasped him on the back as they made their way back. “I think he needs a night of drinking more than we do.” Annabeth offered, earning a few laughs from the table as they all started to dig into their food.

When Percy showed up with food for Octavian’s table, Annabeth had been watching them like a hawk, looking for a reason to go beat the hell out of them but they seemed happy enough about the food that they didn't cause much of a fuss and he was able to scutter away fast enough.

They continued to eat, as they planned what they would do this weekend. Piper was trying to convince her to go shopping with her for some new clothes, when Annabeth saw two plates being slid onto the table. Annabeth leaned back instinctively, looking confused. She glanced around at her friends. “I don’t think we ordered…”

Percy just stood up again now that the deserts were down. “It’s my way of apologizing for spilling your drink. No charge, it’s on the house.” He offered with a smile. Annabeth figured he was also glad they didn’t throw a fit with the accident, their troublemaker appearances probably only added to his relief.

Annabeth glanced at the large cookie with a healthy dollop of ice cream on it that was still radiating heat, and the small chocolate cake. They both looked mouth-watering.

“Are you sure?” She asked, not wanting him to get in trouble.

He just waved her off. “My mom would be more upset if I didn’t make it up to you guys, especially after being… understanding customers.” He offered.

“I mean I’m not going to say no…” Piper offered as she was already scooping a generous portion of the cookie onto one of the plates he set down.

“You’re taking too much!” Reyna scolded as she started reaching in with her fork.

Percy just offered her a small wave as he headed off to let them enjoy them.

Annabeth watched his retreating form for a moment, interested in him. He was a mystery to her. He had a kind, playful smile, but he also seemed like he was always on edge. Like he could get in trouble at any time. Annabeth knew troubled people well, and she had a feeling his story wasn’t as clean as many people would imagine it to be.

Thoughts of his past were lost though as Piper fed her a bit of the cookie, wiping her mind of any thoughts aside from making sure she got a lion's share of the desert.

As if to make their night better, a few minutes later Octavian and his group of pals seemed to stand and leave.

Annabeth winced as she saw there was no tip on table. Serious, that rich bastard couldn’t afford to tip a waiter he messed with the entire night? What a cheap asshole.

Percy made his way over to the table, setting down the basket to collect the plates. His shoulders slumped when he discovered the lack of tip and Annabeth could tell he wasn’t exactly surprised either. But then he started to look through the bill more, looking under it, and checking the floor and benches. Annabeth was confused for only a minute before it clicked.

They didn’t pay.

“Son of a b-” Percy ripped off his apron and dashed out of the restaurant, ignoring the protests of the other waiter who tried to call out to him.

“What…?”

“They didn’t pay.” Annabeth growled out.

Piper’s eyes widened as she looked to the table then out the door. “He’s not going to do anything stupid right?”

Playing with the straw in her drink for a moment she thought. “I don’t know…” It wasn’t really her business to get involved in though. She figured they’d be gone and he would come back in a moment, but a few more minutes passed and there was still no sign of Percy. Annabeth was starting to feel antsy as he leg bounced in place. Did something happen?

Then Percy wandered back in. His head was downcast and he just walked towards the back of the restaurant, with what looked like a slight limp.

Annabeth felt her temper flare up as she stood up suddenly snapping to get Piper’s attention.

“Come on real quick.”

Piper nodded, standing up as they made their way to the back after Percy, the table going quiet.

As they were about to turn the corner they heard the sound of something hitting the wall hard.

“Fucking shit! Those pieces of shit assholes. Can’t they just fuck off?”

As they turned the corner they saw Percy leaning forward against the wall. A small trash can was laying on it’s side as he stood there. “They didn’t pay?” Annabeth guessed, making him whip around, his eyes widening.

“Oh! Uh… sorry. I’ll get out of your way.” He muttered as he picked up the trash bin, and started to walk past her.

But she reached her arm out against the wall, blocking his path. “They didn’t pay right? Judging by the blood you tried to fight them too.”

“They skipped on the bill. I just tried to get the money.” He muttered, still looking off to the side. “I got two of them.” He offered.

Annabeth reached up and lifted his chin to get a better look. His lip was bleeding, along with the side of his hair.

“Piper, text Jason and guard the door.” She said as she grabbed Percy’s wrist and dragged him into the bathroom, locking the door.

He looked at her surprised. “What?”

Annabeth moved over to the counter and grabbed some paper towels and started wetting them, before moving back to him, brushing his hair out of the way so she could see the cuts a little better. “I’m sure you guys have a first aid kit somewhere but you had to clean it properly.”

He winced slightly at the contact to the wound but stayed quiet.

“I can take care of myself.” He snapped, earning a smirk from her.

“And two of them, apparently.”

“I wasn’t trying to fight them! I just told them they needed to pay up and that skinny asshole wouldn’t shut up, and his face was just so punchable and I snapped. Before I knew it, the other two guys were on me. Someone started to come over so they took off.” He explained.

“That’s being taken care of. They’re probably still around gloating right now.”

Percy raised an eyebrow as Annabeth turned his face to the side, looking for any other cuts.

“What do you mean?”

“Just that Jason would kick their ass for less and Frank doesn’t like bullies.”

Percy’s eyes widened. “I’m not looking for trouble. I just wanted their tab paid so my mom didn’t have to cover the cost.”

Annabeth tossed the slightly bloody napkin away as she washed her hands. “You sound like a good son. She’s lucky.”

“First I’ve heard that.” He countered a little darkly, making Annabeth paused. Troubled kid for sure.

A knock on the door interrupted what she was about to say next. They stepped out a moment later as Piper handed Percy a few bills. His eyes widened. “You guys don’t need to…”

“We didn’t.” Piper countered, grinning, gesturing back towards Jason and Frank who were sliding back into the booth, laughing.

“They just forgot to pay so we reminded them.”

Percy looked at the money, then the two girls before a crooked smile crept on his face. “Thanks.”

Annabeth patted him on the shoulder as she went back to her table as Piper checked him over one last time, making sure he was good before she joined her back there.

Hazel was fretting over Frank who had a slight bruise but Jason reassured them it was easy. Apparently Percy sold himself a bit short, he had done a number on them.

When their food was done, they made sure to clean up their plates a bit, and they all chipped in to leave a generous tip for him. On their way out Annabeth stopped Percy.

“When does your shift end?” Percy looked at her for a moment.

“11, why?”

Annabeth just winked at him. “No reason. You driving?”

He gave her a weary look, but she figured she had earned his trust by then. “Nah, mom has the car. I’m walking. Why?”

“No reason.” Annabeth repeated, before waving and walking out leaving him surely confused.

As they left the diner, they watched him through the window for a moment. He started to clean up their table, and saw the tip. He looked around, as if something was wrong. Then she saw his hand cover his mouth for a moment before he bowed his head, probably a bit emotional. She had a feeling that tip meant more to him than just money.

Satisfied that she actually did good for once, she finished piling in the car with the rest of them.

“I’m not drinking tonight.” She informed Piper as they all headed over to the apartment to party.

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As the clock ticked to 11:05 Annabeth let out a yawn. Being up later was a lot less fun sober. Sure enough though Percy wandered out a few moments later, a jacket wrapped around him as he started towards the car. Her fears were confirmed as she saw a few guys get out a car at the same time.

“Percy!” She called out, making the guys pause. Annabeth walked over, standing tall and confident. “Let’s go.” She said, gesturing to her car.

Percy walked over to her, confused. “I appreciate the tip. More than you know. But…”

Annabeth nudged her head towards the guys that were standing near their car still.

“Some guys don’t know when to quit. Let me give you a ride.”

Percy seemed to get the hint and nodded. “Cool.”

Annabeth grinned and got back in the car.

He looked over at her, looking her up and down once. “You’re… sober right? I heard you guys talking earlier…”

Annabeth laughed. “Stone cold. Didn’t have a drink. I may like trouble but I’m not stupid. I won’t drive if I’ve had a drink.”

Percy seemed to read her for a moment before nodding. “Cool. Didn’t mean to judge or anything just…”

Annabeth shook her head. “Nah, you’re smart. I get it.”PunkA

Percy told her where his apartment was as they headed over. The trip was mostly quiet aside from the radio, blasting some fallout boy that they both seemed to appreciate.

“Thanks… for everything.” He said after a moment, making her jump slightly. She had almost forgotten he was in the car.

She shrugged. “Octavian has been an asshole for years. Plus Piper says the diner is her favorite so we were just doing our civic duty.”

Percy laughed at that. “True heroes of the street.”

Annabeth laughed too as they fell into a more comfortable silence. Eventually they reached his apartments as she pulled up along the side.

“Seriously, thanks for everything. Today sucked, but you guys made it a lot better. Pass along my thanks will you? To all of them. You seem like a fun group.”

Annabeth nodded. “I’ll let them know. You should join us sometime though. I know you work a long, but you should have some fun. We’ll treat you right.” She promised with another wink.

Percy laughed. “That’d… be cool actually.

“Here.” Annabeth said as she fished out her phone and handed it to him with a new contact open. “Gimme your number. We’ll figure something out sometime.”

He was surprised, but nodded. “Cool. Thanks again… uh…”

Annabeth’s eyes widened as she realized she had never actually told him her name. “Annabeth Chase.”

“Percy Jackson.” He replied, handing her back her phone.

He got out of the car, waving once more before working his way up to his apartment and disappearing in it.

As Annabeth drove back to the apartment, she grinned. Any guy that could have that bright of a smile, and take out two dudes in a fight definitely seemed like someone she wanted to hang out with. She may have driven a little too fast on her way back, ready to let Piper know everything that had happened.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I have been focusing on my art recently but I do miss writing these two. Please let me know if you like it or have any questions and feel free to check out my art commissions! :D

#percabeth #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase #Piper McLean #Jason Grace #Frank Zheng #Hazel Levesque

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shadedrose01 · 4 years

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La Vie en Rose

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Parkner, but with The Batchelor, because I said so

Tags: Febufluff, Day 13, bouquet of roses, Roses, the bachelor - Freeform, Harley is the The Bachelor, And Peter is a contestant, Bisexual Harley Keener, I love how thats not even a real tag LMAO, Bisexual Peter Parker, Love at First Sight, First Impressions, Good first impressions, First Impressions Rose, Fluff, Why Did I Write This?, The Author Regrets Everything, Boys In Love, Happily Ever After

Day 13 of Febufluff: "Bouquet of Roses"

Author Note: I'm considering writing a Flower Shop AU as an extra fic for this day if I have time. If that's something you guys want to see, let me know! :)))

Harley doesnt know why he decided to do this stupid show. He huffs in annoyance as his appointed hair stylist starts playing with his hair again, like the first twenty times she had done it wasn't good enough, trying not to duck away from her hands. Because that would be considered rude, seeing as he chose to be here.

On set. Surrounded by cameras. On the Batchelor, of all shows. Really, why couldn't he have signed up for Survivor, or Big Brother, or something? Why did he have to choose the one where he had to dress up, and put on an act? Why did he have to choose the show about love?

Because he's a hopeless romantic who's been alone for way too long and is started to become extremely desperate? Because he just wants to find the one for him without going through another thousand assholes and heartbreaks? Because he's just trying so hard for people who don't even want him?

His face scrunches up as he glares at the bouquet of roses placed beside him, something he's supposed to give to someone who makes the best first impression or something, ignoring the team around him as they pick at his clothing just it's just right, perfect for the cameras, perfect for his suitors, who are going to be walking through those doors right in front of him in about 2 minutes and give him plastic smile, fake personalities just as he is going to give to them. Because they dont want the real Harley, the nerdy, clumsy guy who stumbles over his words and rambles about the things that he likes, who's normally an introvert and adores his days staying indoors with a good book and a movie, oh no no no. These people, they want the image of Harley Keener, the rich, strong, tall, perfect man who could do no wrong, and who is always romantic, always outgoing, always on.

God, why is he doing this? Why did he decide to do this? He's never going to find anyone real on here, and he's just going to get his heartbroken again, and make a fool of himself, this time it'll just be on live television for everyone in the world to see-

The producers start to count down, and the red light starts to flicker on the cameras, so Harley's plasters on a big, handsome smile, even if he has a sinking feeling in his stomach.

The first person out is a nice woman named Macy. She's pretty, kind and soft spoken, but her smile doesnt reach her eyes, and those very same eyes flicker over Harleys body way too many times as they talk, that when she finally walks away, Barley feels a little frazzled. A little objectified. He feels like he should get used to that.

After that, there's a man named Bryan and another woman named Suzie. They were both nice people, and both easy on the eyes, but still, there wasn't a connection to either of them, they weren't what Harley was looking for. He didnt know what he was looking for, really, but it wasn't them. At least, Harley didnt know, until another man steps out after Suzie steps away.

Harley looks up, planning to plant another painful grin on to his face until he freezes, his heart stopping in his chest. Woah. His chestnut hair is slicked back, with one stray curl falling into his chocolate brown bambi looking eyes, wide and full of glee and a trace of hope, a wide smile on his face pushing up his thinner lips and lightly freckled cheeks, shining with the faintest hint of makeup. His jaw is so chiseled, and his shoulders are broad, and holy moley Harley cant breathe. He feels weak in the knees, staring at what has to be a Greek God, ethereal in his beauty, and completely missing whatever he just said.

Harley blinks down at him (he's shorter than Harley by a few inches, just his Harley likes it, god is he perfect?), knowing hes gaping at the man who's now staring back at him with a flicker of amusement in his eye, like he knew Harley didnt hear a word he just said. "Uh, I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Peter's grin widens, like he confirms his suspicions, and holds out his hand again. "I said," he emphases teasingly, his gorgeous, twinkling eyes full of mirth. "my name is Peter Parker. Nice to meet you."

Harley shakes himself out of his stupor, and shakes the man's hand firmly, confidently. "Harley Keener."

The twinkle in Peter's eye grows. "I know."

'Of course he would know, you're the batchelor, dipshit.' Harley berates himself, wincing a little externally, taking a deep breath and smiling sheepishly, trying to pull himself back together. "Sorry. I'm not normally like this, uh." 'Dont start rambling, dont start rambling,' "What are some things I should know about you?" Harley flinches again at the terrible wording of the phrase he was told to say, but Peter just laughs lightly, apparently taking it all in stride.

"Well," his voice is so soft and silky, and Harley is gone for him, oh no, this is so bad- "I'm 23," 'so we're the same age, that's good, cross that off the list,' "I have a bachelor of Biochemistry at MIT, and going for my Masters soon." 'smart, intelligence is sexy, another checkmark there,', "I'm a dog person, but I love all kinds of animals," 'I've always wanted a dog, check', "and I love going out, but I also enjoy indoor time, just relaxing and doing nothing." 'Check, check, and check, perfect, he's actually perfect, I don't understand, what the heck-'

"What about you?" Peter breaks through his box, still grinning that stunning, toothy grin of his, and normally, Harley would lie, say hes an outgoing guy that loves to go out on the town, say that he loves to go out on dates and go out to parties, anything to sweep them off their feet. But he doesnt want to do that with Peter, doesnt feel like he has to with Peter, so he blurts out the truth before he can think.

"Pretty much everything you said." He chuckles awkwardly, partially dropping his act as he rubs at the back of his neck. "I'm also 23, got a bachelor's in Engineering, work full time, I love animals too, and always wanted to have a dog." Peter's grin softens, turning into a warm smile as he listens that has Harley's heart warbling, making him relax even more. "I love movie days, and am pretty much a really big nerd."

Peter brights at that. "Me too! What's your favorite movie?"

Harley ponders on that for a second, while simultaneously wondering how he's gotten this lucky, 'this stupid show is actually working?' "Probably Indiana Jones, though Star Wars comes in a close second."

"Dude, I love Star Wars! Oh," Peter looks cheeky, his eyes wide and shining with excitement. "Harrison Ford fan?"

Harley can't help but to smile back, Peter's radiating positive energy infectious. "You bet. One of the best actors of our time. Who's your favorite character??"

They keep talking for a while, longer than he normally gets with the contestants, before the crew is ushering Peter away, needing to make time for the others in their busy schedule, and Harley looks over his shoulder, staring after him with warmth unfurling in his chest.

Later that night, everyone gathers together in a large room, cameras still surrounding them, for the Rose Ceremony. Instead of being nervous, uncomfortable and bitter like he was earlier, Harley is stood with his back straight and his head held up high, holding onto the bouquet of roses tightly, knowing exactly who he's going to give them to. Even as Harley meet more and more people, there was only one person that stuck into his mind like glue, filling his almost every thought.

Chris Harrison explains what will happen in the rose ceremony, how it works to the audience, before the cameras pan on to him, expectant and waiting.

Harley takes a deep breath, knowing hes probably going to get some shit for this, but deciding he doesnt really care all that much. "You are all amazing, wonderful people who made good impressions on me. But there was only one person that made me feel relaxed, like I could be myself, and that stuck in my mind for the rest of the night. So, Peter Parker, I give you the First Impressions Rose."

Peter's face lights up as he makes his way to the front, ignore the grumbled or disgusted looks coming from the other contestants, his eyes full of shock, like he didnt expect to get it, and so much gratitude it practically knocks Harley off his feet. Peter gently takes the flowers with a small, quiet "Thank you," his gaze giving away every emotion that his words can't.

"Of course," Harley murmurs back, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he turns away again, grinning as he sees the crew start to panic from behind the cameras. Peter flushes so prettily, giving him one last, soft, beautiful smile before turning and walking back to his spot, joy radiating off of him in waves.

Harley just watches him gently, his entire face soft, before he wipes the expression away and goes back to the regularly scheduled program, getting ready to pass out the other roses. But even as he does, he feels Peter's gaze on him, following his every movement, and feels giddy, hopeful, finally feeling like something good is going to come out of this.

Harley doesn't know it yet, but he ends up proposing to Peter in the finale. They get married a few months later, and go on to become the longest lasting couples in the show's history.

#febufluff #Febufluff #day 13 #bouquet of roses #roses #The Batchelor #parkner #parley #peter parker #harley keener #harley keener/peter parker #harley is the bachelor #i dont know why i wrote this #like i havent seen the batchelor in years #why did i make this

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sunxflowerxx · 5 years

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Stay away from Billy PT. 1

Billy Hargrove X Fem! Reader

Summary: Billy has had his eyes on you ever since you moved to town, becoming his neighbour and class mate. You're the quiet nerdy girl and you and you idea why he was into you.

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of underage drinking, fighting and slight sexual assault.

Pre warning this is quite long. PT. 2 should be up soon x

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"(Y/N)?!" a femanine voice shouted across the parking lot as you exited you fathers old 1970's Ford Escort. Waving good bye to your father, you watched as the rusty old car rattled away. The sun was beating down on your neck and laughter of students filled your ears: you had missed it here.

"(Y/N)!?" the voice called again. Craning your neck, you followed the voice until your eyes fell upon a familiar, but changed, face.

"Nancy?" you smiled at the brunette, your face gleaming brighter than the sun. You couldn't believe your eyes, your best friend was right in front of you; and you thought you would never see her again.

You jogged up to your old friend and hugged her tight, not wanting to let go. In those brief seconds it felt like the world had fallen away and it was just the two of you laughing and reading magazines in her bedroom

"You're back? How? I thought you were gone for good?" she questioned, pulling out the hug. You smiled and let out a small chuckle, she hadn't changed in the slightest

"I didn't think I'd be back either... But mom passed away three month ago and dad just wanted to come home."

"Oh (Y/N)! I am so sorry. I had no idea-" she started and pulled you into a hug once more. You pushed back the tears as the fresh memories came flooding back and smiled softly, to hide the pain.

"It's okay. She's in a better place and she's not suffering anymore..." you stated pulling away from Nancy's slim body.

A stern cough filled your ears and Nancy's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry I totally forgot... Meet Steve, my boyfriend and his friends also!"

"Hi nice to meet you..." you waved. You and your new friends talked for what felt like forever and caught up on the past six years you had missed with your best friend. So much had happened there wasn't enough time to explain.

You scanned the parking lot, looking for any familiar faces when a deep blue 1979 Camaro Z/28 pulled up, the one you recognised from your neighbours house. The music was blasting loudly but not loud enough to mask the shouts coming from inside.

A red haired girl pushed open the passenger door and stuck her finger up to whoever was insided, slamming the door shut. She hopped on her skateboard and rode off.

The music inside the car died down and the engine was shut off, a tall, blonde haired man stepping out. He placed a cigarette to his plump pink lips and lit it and puffed out a small cloud of smoke.

He was hot, you couldn't deny it. You were drawn to him, like the sea is drawn to the sand on a california beach. Your skin tingled as you watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair: it was as if gold was stitched into each strand and the ocean was in his eyes.

You were mesmerised.

He noticed you staring and his eyes met yours. It was as if the world had fallen beneath your feet and time had slowed. He smiled at you, sweetly, but at the same time... It intimadeted you.

"(Y/N)?" Nancy clicked her fingers in front of your face, pulling yoh out of your trance, "Did you hear a word I said?" she asked

You shook your head, glancing back at him, "No... Sorry I didn't..." She stared at you and followed your eye line.

"No... Absolutely not..." She said pushing your head to look at her.

"What?" you questioned innocently.

"I know that look (Y/N)! Stay away from Billy. He's an ass, sleeps around with girls. You deserve better than him. You may think he looks amazing, but looks aren't everything!" she said loudly. As those words left her lips, you could have swore you saw him smile.

"You might wanna wipe the drool on your face..." Steve laughed as the bell rang for first period. You hit the side of his arm and laughed along as you entered the school.

You looked back at Billy, still with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes hadn't strayed away from you since that moment...

After the drag of your fist two lessons you made your way to your locker to grab your biology text book

"Watch where you're walking dumbass!" a jock yelled at you as he slammed his broad shoulders into yours small body. You fell to the floor, dropping all your papers and books with you. "Shit!" you muttered, grabbing for your scattered work. Reaching out for you maths book your hand connected with someone else's.

Your face turned bright red as you looked up, your eyes meeting with theirs, drowning in the deep blue ocean. Billy.

"You need some help here?" he smirked, helping you pick up your books and papers that had been thrown around in the quiet halls.

"Thank you... You didn't have to..." you smiled reaching for the books in his hands.

"I've got them, you've got plenty already." he said staring at the several books, photos, drawings and peices of work in your hands, "Where's your locker?"

"Oh.. Thank you... It's just up here." you smiled trying not to make eye contact, your face still having a slightly pink tint. You tell he wanted to laugh. "Cute..." he muttered under his breath.

You walked up to your locker silently.

You pulled open the metal green door and placed your books in neatly. "Are you new or something?" he asked leaning against the lockers.

"No... Well sort of I guess... I used to live here but I moved back about a week ago." you smiled still not looking at him.

"Oh... You just seemed to be really close with that girl but I've never seen you here before. Then again I am fairly new too. I couldn't help but overhear what she said about me..." he chuckled.

"I'm sorry about that... She's just protective of me... Being a year younger than her I guess but we've been friends forever."

He laughed, "It's (Y/N)? Right?" he asked holding out his hand. You slammed your locker shut and slung your heavy back over your shoulder.

"Yes... And you're Billy," you shook his hand, "Nice to meet you..."

You smiled at him but quickly looked away, blushing. "Well thank you for your help Billy but I must get to my biology class now."

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You checked your watch waiting for your dad to pull up. "He must just be late..." you thought. Another ten minutes ticked by but he never came.

You began to walk. Even though your house was thirty minutes away, you didn't really care at this point.

"Hey want a ride?" someone shouted from behind you. It was Steve and Nancy. "If you don't mind..." you smiled opening the car door.

"So there's a party tonight and I think it would be a great way for you to get to know more people, sooooooo why not come along." Steve said, looking at you through his rear veiw mirror

"Thanks for the offer but I have homework..." you smiled, you weren't really one for parties.

"Oh come on (Y/N)! Homework can wait... I'm going too which means you have to come..." Nancy turned to you.

"Fineeeee." you giggled as Steve pulled up to your house.

"Me and Steve will pick you up at eight... Wear something fancy..." Nancy smirked as they drove off. You pulled out your house keys as from your coat pocket at the same music from this morning filled your ears. You turned to see Billy pulling up in his car.

You waved and rushed inside your house before he could say anything, letting out a sigh.

#stranger things #hawkins #billy hargove x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #eleven #imagine #netflix

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teratonomy · 4 years

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How did you come up with all the binomial names?

By drawing a pentagram on my bedroom floor and sacrificing a goat to some eldritch monstrosity, in exchange for arcane knowledge.

Honestly, my approach to creating binomen varies from monster to monster. I always set out with the intention of keeping the names as grammatically correct as possible, in line with the declensions for Greek and Latin. I do my best to adhere to the International Code of Zoological Nomenclature, but at the end of the day, I’m just one nerd with no formal training. I’m very much an armchair linguist, and while there’s nothing wrong with being an autodidact, it does make me prone to second-guessing. Doesn’t really help that I don’t have a list of acquaintances to consult, who would actually be able to give me reliable feedback.

Sometimes, though, I think a little inexperience makes the naming process more authentic. Because scientists are people, and you can never underestimate the capacity of people to be Extra As Hell.

Let me give you a few examples:

In 2004, entomologists Kelly B. Miller and Quentin D. Wheeler reclassified a genus of leiodid fungus beetles as Gelae (/ˈdʒɛli/). Yes, it is pronounced exactly the way you think it is. The species in this newly-christened genus include G. baen (“jelly bean”), G. belae (“jelly belly”), G. donut (“jelly doughnut”), G. fish (“jelly fish”), and G. rol (“jelly roll”). The authors said that they were merely wordplays without any taxonomical jargon; a “whimsical arrangement of letters.”

And then there’s the lovely Heteropoda davidbowie, described by Peter Jäger. The name was selected for a few reasons: (1), the colors and patterns on the spider’s face resemble the painted face makeup David Bowie wore in his early career; (2), the name references the song “Glass Spider,” as well as his album The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars; (3), the species has an estimated 500 individuals left, so Jäger hoped that giving it a catchy name would draw headlines and help with conservation efforts.

Allow me to introduce you to a trilobite described by Samuel Turvey in 2005. Its name? Han solo. Turvey called it that because a couple of his friends dared him to name a species after a Star Wars character. And while you might roll your eyes at that, the name is actually really clever. The generic name Han is a reference to the Han people, the largest ethnic group in China (where the trilobite was found); the specific epithet solo refers to the fact it’s the sole species belonging to that genus; and like many trilobites, the fossils tend to be extremely well-preserved, similar to how Harrison Ford was preserved in carbonite.

I could literally go on for days. There’s even a website dedicated to compiling all of the ridiculous names out there called Curiosities of Biological Nomenclature. The person who does the heavy-lifting is a bloke named Mark Isaak, and they deserve mad respect.

There’s a point I’m trying to make, I swear.

You see, if professional scientists with degrees can get away with making nerdy references and butchering the grammar of Latin and Greek, THEN SO CAN I.

Sometimes I’ll give monsters really cool or epic-sounding names that try to capture a quality about them, whether that’s their appearance, geographic range, behavior, or some historical fact pertaining to their discovery.

Some of my favorites include:

The verdant qurupeco, Cantio sirenius. Its name means “siren’s song” in Latin, a reference to the high fidelity of its vocal mimicry.

The dire miralis, Pyrothalassion basileus. Its name translates to “Greek fire emperor.” Its generic name comes from an incendiary weapon used by the Byzantine navy. Remember the wildfire from Game of Thrones? It’s basically that. The name felt pretty appropriate for a sea-dwelling dragon that breathes fire.

The black nargacuga, Xyrafiptera cervarius. Its name means “razor-winged deer-hunter” in Latin, a combination of physical descriptors and behavior. It also sounds rad as hell.

And then…we have those names.

The disufiroa, Apparentia absurda. You can take a wild guess what that translates to. I mean, just look at this thing. It’s got weird, inverted, spike-things on its chest. No idea what the fuck those are for.

The harudomerugu, Retentio incredulitatis. Its name is the closest I could get to “suspension of disbelief” in Latin. By now you might have noticed that scientific names are basically my way of bullying the Frontier monsters, because seriously, what the hell, Capcom?

The baruragaru, Stercusanctum currite. Okay, so this one isn’t me taking the piss out of the Frontier design team, because I actually like this monster. Its name is based on my reaction when I first saw the G3 trailer: Jesus Christ, what is that thing? The baruragaru was given the dubious honor of being named “holy shit, run,” because if I saw that thing in real life I’d be trying to put as many doors, walls, and preferably continents between it and myself as possible.

The great jaggi, Magnaraptor ebrius. Also known as the “drunken great thief.” Full disclosure: I’m a big fan of NCHProductions and wanted to sneak in a fun reference to their videos. Whenever they animate the great jaggi it’s always drunk, so I named it in honor of its alcoholism.

The pariapuria, Haustranguis amphibious. Its name means “amphibious bucket dragon” in Latin, and there’s a reason for that. You see, The Encyclopedia wasn’t just intended as a fun creative exercise, but as a learning tool for people interested in zoological classification. In taxonomy there’s this thing called a wastebasket taxon—when a species is incertae sedis, or of uncertain placement, it might get dumped into a poly- or paraphyletic taxon. Academically, this is what’s known as “this thing is weird and I don’t know where it goes, so for now I’m putting it in time out.” When I first tried to classify the pariapuria I couldn’t really figure out what it was related to: The tigrexes? The nargas? Neither? And then it hit me: I didn’t have to have an answer. Instead, I decided to put it in a wastebasket taxon. It’s meant to be a nod to the harrows of IRL taxonomy, and just how much of a clusterfuck it can be sometimes. As for why it’s called “bucket dragon,” and not “basket dragon,” well. I couldn’t exactly find a translation for “basket” in Latin, so I asked myself, “Okay, what’s the next best thing?” And thus we have bucket dragon.

Isn’t taxonomy fun?

#asks #iamthekaijuking #taxonomy #binomial names #qurupeco #dire miralis #nargacuga #disufiroa #harudomerugu #baruragaru #great jaggi #pariapuria #i'm slowly working my way through my inbox #so your other questions about elders and ornithischians are gonna get answered #i'm sorry it's taking me forever to write back

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wordywarriorwrites · 5 years

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Chapter 5: Game

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities.

“You look like shit.”

Bucky grunted, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and settled into the cushioned seat. The three-piece Tom Ford hid most of the injuries, but it definitely couldn’t distract from the half-healed bruises that still marred his face, and Thor’s blunt assessment, though wholly unnecessary, was rather apt.

“What can I get for you gentlemen?” their host asked politely.

While neither of them had time for dinner, the restaurant had closed temporarily for their meeting, and politeness dictated they at least have a drink. Within minutes, they were served, and the staff disappeared into the kitchen to give them privacy.

“Tell me what went down,” Thor prompted. “Then, tell me what you want me to do.”

Bucky did the same song and dance with him as he’d done with the others. He gave limited information; said not to make any moves without his permission; made it clear focus was to be on business and nothing else. Though the scotch he nursed during their conversation was undoubtedly top shelf, Bucky couldn’t really enjoy it. He’d been backed into a fucking corner, and though it had been two weeks since the confrontation, he still couldn’t shake the rage.

After Steve reintroduced himself with his fist, Bucky had been hauled to his feet, and dragged out of the penthouse. He was wrangled into the elevator and confronted by two masked men who thoroughly searched him from head to toe. Once Bucky had been relieved of both the knife strapped to his ankle and the gun at the small of his back, they’d bound his wrists in front of him, and put a black hood over his head. The only way he knew they’d taken him to the parking garage was because the elevator announced it, and as soon as they’d stepped out, he’d been forced into the back of a vehicle.

Bucky had heard the tires squeal as they went down and around and felt the slight bounce that indicated they’d hit the street. Then, there’d been a series of turns before a long stretch that suggested they’d gotten on the highway. He knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, but he’d been too pissed off for rationality, and what had happened as a result still made him flinch…

As soon as the vehicle was parked, he was taken out of the backseat, and the hood was removed. Military-grade body armor; Magpul FMG-9; grenade and rocket launchers; computers; blueprints; at least a dozen henchmen – it was an impressive display and he knew Steve wanted him to see it.

His two babysitters muscled him over to a wooden chair, forced him to sit, and held him in place with a hand on each of his shoulders. It was some time before Steve rejoined them and that’s when Bucky made the mistake of opening his mouth.

“Can I get a fuckin’ rag or something?” he asked tartly as he tried to stem the blood that continued to leak from his nose. “Or do you want to throw your dick around some more?”

The person to his right punched him. The individual to his left joined in not long after. From there, they took turns. They moved from his face to his ribs and kidneys, which he was able to take like a champ, but a closed fist to the solar plexus stole his breath, and made him fall sideways out of the chair.

He was kicked and stomped repeatedly while he was down, and when Steve told them to stop, they didn’t obey. Seconds later, two shots fired in rapid succession, and instinct made Bucky cover his head and stomach to protect himself. When he finally peeked out from between his arms, he saw the bodies of his tormentors slumped in awkward, macabre positions.

Blood and bits of brain matter were splattered across the concrete, but nobody said anything; the corpses were simply taken away and he was put back in the chair. Moments later, another chair was brought over, and Steve sat down across from him.

“I have a job to do,” he stated. “And you keep getting in my way.”

There wasn’t a single hint of malice in Steve’s voice, but there was an uncompromising finality to it, and the point was driven home via a gun’s safety being released. A muzzle was then promptly nestled at the base of his skull, and that’s when Bucky knew the time for posturing was over.

The man he once called his best friend had always been calculating, but never quite so viciously brutal, and there was an unyielding, steely resolve about him that hadn’t been there before. Black clothing from head-to-toe; protective vest; knives strapped to each thigh; guns on either side of his waist. Broader through the chest; longer hair; a full beard. The combination of his physicality and his dress made him appear menacing, and his sheer ruthlessness meant Natasha had been right in her assessment.

Steve Rogers had changed and he was dangerous.

Bucky carefully lifted his head and met his eyes, “Why am I here?”

“Because you’re the boss, JB, and it’s your job to keep the rest of the Families in line,” Steve stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “Or can you no longer manage that?”

The insinuation made Bucky sit up a little straighter, but he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he asked what precisely Steve wanted from him. When he remarked he didn’t want anything, and that Bucky had already done enough damage, his curiosity was piqued. Bucky didn’t have to ask if the senator’s death had put a dent in whatever plans he had, because Steve was quick to clarify on his own.

“We’re keeping the wife for insurance and will take care of her with the job is done. In the meantime, tell Bruce to stop meddling, and keep everyone else at bay. Understood?”

The gun was pressed harder into his flesh, which made him agree to the terms, but Steve had long ago stopped taking him at his word. It wasn’t until someone brought over a tablet and Bucky was shown live footage of Natasha in her hospital bed and Bruce giving a lecture that he submitted.

Steve nodded curtly and got to his feet, “We’re done. Now, get him the fuck out of my face.”

“Can I bring you anything else?”

Pulled out of his musings, Bucky cleared his throat, and politely declined. Thor shook his head and the server took their empty glasses.

“Remind me what we’re to donate for the fund raiser next week?” he asked as he retrieved his wallet and laid cash out on the table. “I need to write the check beforehand so Wanda doesn’t slit my throat.”

“It’s a silent auction this year.”

Thor cursed lowly, “Means I have to be there for the whole damn thing…”

Bucky stood, buttoned his jacket, and clapped him on the shoulder, “Yes, you do. So, show up on time, bid on something decent, and write a check before you get wasted, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered with a wry grin. “I hear ya’.”

After they both extended their gratitude to the restaurant’s owner, they shook hands, and went their separate ways. Bucky ran a few more errands downtown before he headed home. One glance at his inbox showed there were a million different things that required his attention, but for the moment, anything that didn’t pertain directly to business was put on the back burner.

They hadn’t been able to keep a lid on it, and now, everyone knew Steve was back in town. They were aware of the botched take down, of what he’d done to Natasha, and how he’d ambushed The Boss. The whispers and rumors had already started and Bucky was fed up with being the punching bag.

He’d done as Steve dictated – he told the Families to mind their own and instructed Natasha and Bruce to stand down. With everyone else out of the line of fire, Bucky was finally able to focus, and the clarity brought forth all sorts of realizations.

He’d been distracted, lenient, far too indulgent, and those who worked for him and the Families had been allowed to run amuck for quite long enough. Mouths needed to be shut. Examples needed to be made. Dissention needed to be culled and it was easier to ensure cooperation when the consequences were dire. Deference was all well and good, but as Steve had demonstrated, fear was also a very powerful motivator, and could work just as well.

In fact, sometimes, it worked even better.

Everyone could make an honest, unintentional mistake now and then – they were human, after all, and nobody was perfect. Such minor offenses would be met with an increase in dues and a hefty fine. Serious infractions would result in an immediate loss of territory, authority, and rank. The offender would be required to give restitution in whatever form Bucky saw fit, but they would never earn their way back into his or the Family’s good graces.

Outright disrespect and disobedience – there were no second chances for that -- and anyone who wished to test him or provoke his wrath?

They’d be given a bullet and a shallow fucking grave.

Bucky had just finished putting together the missive when his cellphone rang. He recognized the number and when he answered, all he heard was a clipped, “let me in,” and then, the line went dead. This time, he didn’t allow himself to be taken by surprise, and once he confirmed it was Natasha, he disengaged the alarm, and opened the door.

“We have work to do.”

She smirked and stepped over the threshold, “Ready whenever you are, Boss.”

Chapter 6: Set

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