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toraashi · 1 year

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𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙.

pairings/characters: scaramouche x gn!reader, il dottore, pantalone (mentioned), original characters (very briefly mentioned)

warnings: angst, descriptions of violence in a medical setting, descriptions of fear and anxiety, brief mentions of vomiting, blood, unhealthy relationships, minor character death, needles, torture (lightly described, heavily implied), unhealthy coping mechanisms, spoilers for scaramouche’s backstory, pretty dark, characters are very traumatized, dottore is extremely fucked up (obsessive, apathetic, erratic)

notes from tori: wrote this all tonight. i fully plan to write more, but i wanted to get this out there as a start! i’m not sure how good it is, or how in character dottore is. there isn’t much romance so far, but i will definitely get into it in later segments!

Over time, it became easy to cast a blind eye, to discard the guilt buried deep in your chest, to justify your compliance with something that felt like an excuse if you thought too hard about it.

Sure, he tortured children, dragged them from their homes — their families — with the promise of safety only to betray their trust again and again in the vilest ways, but there wasn’t much you could do about that. If you defied him, it would be your life rather than theirs. It wasn’t exactly a choice to work under the second harbinger, but rather a position you’d been appointed to. It wasn’t your fault he took a disturbing liking to you, dubbing you as “wonderfully compliant” and “an excellent helper”, and by extension, it wasn’t your burden to bear that your actions aided in the brutality of the Doctor’s experiments.

Today it was a young girl, her hair a jubilant red, sharper than the sunset, lashes draping against her cheeks and constellated with tears as she cried silently. A glassy, empty haze settled over the dark browns in her irises, and you couldn’t help but avert your gaze, blinking aimlessly over the clipboard in your hands.

“Pay close attention, [name]. I need every aspect of this test closely documented.” the Doctor mused, flicking a long needle with his gloved finger. The sharp twang that echoed through the room made you flinch just slightly, blinking at the implication as he strode towards the exper— child. “It won’t be long before I have the answers I need.”

Dipping your chin, you stared intently at the pale tile beneath your uniform boots, swallowing thickly when the child cried out, the sound dying the second it left her mouth. You looked up when the room fell silent, examining the way she lay loose against the table, the Doctor disposing of the needle in a bin nearby. He shimmied his fingers beneath the latex of his gloves, dropping them in before tsk-ing to himself quietly. “I will say, I rather enjoy when they put up a bit of a fight. Wouldn’t you agree?” You couldn’t. How could you? But you swallowed your opinions on the matter, remaining silent as the Doctor filed through his tools for this experiment. “Have nothing to say? You’re always so stiff. You act as though this is anything new.”

“You’re right,” You started, leveling your voice, occupying a neutral headspace as you lifted your gaze, holding his amused gaze, the scarlet of his eyes piercing through your facade. “It’s nothing new.” Chuckling, he tilted his head, holding out his newly gloved palm in anticipation.

“The archon residue?” Your heart stalled, but you complied, reaching for the delicately balanced beaker of festering purple fluid and pressing it into his palms, avoiding his touch as best as you could. “Superb. We’ll begin this experiment by injecting the residue directly into the subject’s bloodstream. I wonder if the interruption to her blood flow will have a different effect than the brain. An even dispersal through the bloodstream will certainly garner results.” He loomed over the young girl, and you were fortunate to bear witness to his back rather than the crazed grin pulling his features.

Exhaling evenly, you scratched his comments onto the paper, the medical lights above turning the sheet a glaring shade of white.

“Trial number one…”

You left your soul in the lab with the young girl. Jiang from Liyue, you’d learned, it made the walk back to your room even more harrowing. The experiment hadn’t been successful, they never were, but perhaps some piece of your heart was content with the fact that the subjects usually lived to see another day. Another hopeless day filled with pain and torture, but a day nonetheless. At least before you could say you didn’t directly take a life, but after giving it some thought, you weren’t sure if death was the worse option.

The halls of the Doctor’s base were nearly empty in the early hours of the morning — usually, you’d stay til the analog clock hanging above the door ticked past seven, but the results of the night had left the Doctor in a frenzy. The typically composed man had trashed the lab, glass beakers shattered into choppy waves against the tile. You’d stood in shock as papers rained around you, barely squeaking before he turned to you with a derganged look in his eye. The room had plummeted in temperature, and you’d run out without thinking, shaking in your uniform, tearing up against your will. Weakness was not welcome in the Fatui, but amid an angered panic by the third most powerful being in Snezhnaya, raw fear had sprung up, a feeling you’d stifled in your years under the second harbinger — in the Fatui.

The door to your room clicked closed, and it seemed to crack the cement wall around your tightly locked emotions. Mindlessly, you stumbled to the bathroom, gripping the sink until your knuckles turned white, fixing your reflection in the mirror with a hollow stare. Your eyes remained red and bloodshot from countless sleepless nights, a tremor contaminating your body until you were too weak to stand. With a shaky exhale, you collapsed to the cement floor with your fingers wrapped around your biceps, digging in until the skin bloomed with pain.

How did this happen? You pondered, mind spinning with flashes of the girl’s ruptured skin, purple spotting across her entire body as if the archon residue had been rejected. How did you end up here, how could you contradict your morals so greatly?

Truthfully, the transfer from Pantolone’s jurisdiction had seemed beneficial at first glance. The Doctor, although famously deranged, was higher ranking: the benefits of working under him were rumored to be illustrious. It hadn’t been by choice, but the two harbingers worked closely together, and the Doctor needed more “assistants”. It was clear that the cons outweighed the pros, especially after you caught his eye.

Should you run? Now that you were a bit older, you’d given up on the notion. There was nowhere for you to go, and with the secrets you knew, there was no way you wouldn’t be tracked and killed. Yet somehow, the concept crept up in the back of your mind after frightening nights like this, when the Doctor’s eyes pierced you so deeply it felt like he was picking at your insides, tearing apart your soul and inspecting each bit.

You felt sick.

There was nowhere to run. Perhaps it was better you lived with your sins anyway and let the guilt eat you alive.

It was a week before the Doctor called on you again, another Fatuus, a younger recruit named Sava, delivered the note to your room with an edge to his cadence when he addressed you. The Doctor’s elegant cursive curled around your anxiety, but you swallowed the tendrils, flashing Sava an empty smile (amicable, freshly dusted off) before waving him off.

Mx. [name]

I’m regretful that our last parting left on such a sour note, but I require your assistance for a follow-up project. My recent trip to Inazuma bore some ripe fruit. I expect this puppet carries an abundance of secrets I will never find in the frail subjects of the past. Return to my lab as soon as this letter finds you.

Il Dottore

Puppet?

Crumpling the paper in your hands, you blinked back an itch in your eyes, tossing it aside and reaching for your violet coat hanging beside the door.

It was hard not to be surprised.

The Doctor hadn’t been lying. This test subject was truly unlike any other.

He looked ethereal perched upon the examination table, his hair and eyes a beautiful violet, like that of the thunderstorms of Inazuma. He had a slim build and sharp collarbones, but his porcelain skin wrapped around lean muscle in his shoulders and arms, making the mystery surrounding his origins even more intriguing. In all his nude glory, he was blemish-free — flawless. The perfect subject for the Doctor.

“Kunikuzushi will be joining our ranks with the understanding that I will be modifying his vessel.”

Vessel. It took you a while to stop correcting the Doctor’s dehumanizing verbiage as you had as a recruit. Back when you had a spark of life behind your eyes.

Kunikuzushi’s eyes dragged over your form, lax and uninterested. You couldn’t help but note the sharpness of his jawline, the piercing glitter in his eyes, and the contrast of his hair against the silver metal beneath him.

“In your letter… you said something about a puppet. Were you referring to…” You trailed off, your voice soft. The man on the table scoffed under his breath, flicking his eyes back to the light above him.

“Why yes, Kunikuzushi is indeed a puppet, despite his best efforts. A puppet created by the electro archon herself. It seems despite his years of living, the power vested in him has been sealed away, locked deep in his empty chest. I intend to release that power.” There was a seed of condescension in the Doctor’s voice you were keenly familiar with, and you figured that it wouldn’t be such a cut-and-dry experiment. This was a trove of answers, and now that such an ideal candidate for testing had presented himself, it was clear the Doctor would not let him go so easily.

“Anything else you ‘intend to do’?” You probed, barely concealing the bitterness that had festered since the death of Jiang. “Surely you’re not just unsealing his power without any personal benefit.” That coaxed a laugh from the Doctor, who folded his arms across his chest, cocking his head at you.

“What a clever bird you are. We’ve gotten to know each other quite well during your time under me.” He practically cooed, but you kept your expression flat, casting your eyes on your notepad. “But yes, you are correct. I do have my plans for this puppet, but they will be revealed in time.”

“Do you intend to get on with it? I’m growing tired of your crazed ramblings.” Kunikuzushi bit, and your heart seized in fear, bracing yourself for an aggravated reaction that never came.

“You have an awfully sharp tongue on you,” The Doctor mused, stepping towards a silver cart, and plucking a scalpel from the top, the tip glimmering beneath the lights. “Now then. You already proved your durability when you trounced into that furnace without a care in the world, but I’m eager to test how far that will go.”

Kunikuzushi’s face remained impassive at his ominous words, eyes fixed on the overhead lights as the Doctor pressed the blade to the immaculate skin of his subject. It divoted before the skin broke, a pinprick of luminescent violet beading below the cut. You watched, transfixed, as it dripped down his ribs, pooling by his side on the table.

‘Violet blood — or bodily fluid — seemingly containing a fluorescent glow,’ you noted, the pen shaking beneath your fingers. Kunikuzushi flinched gently at the sensation, and although the reaction twinged your heart painfully, you shut it out, fixing an empty, dissociated stare on the scene before you.

The Doctor dragged the scalpel down from the puppet’s collarbone to just above his navel. Kunikuzushi’s gentle flinch morphed into a tight grimace, and you forced yourself to ignore the clench of his fists.

“You’ll grow accustomed to the pain, I’m sure,” The Doctor breezed, a recognizable line that you weren’t sure was meant to soothe or disturb.

“Pain means nothing. Do what you promised.” The tension between his syllables spoke otherwise.

Within a few moments, you watched in awe as Kunikuzushi’s skin stitched itself together, not even a thin white scar remaining. Unblemished. You made sure to make note of it. The Doctor seemed to take great pleasure in this finding as well, humming to himself in a way that sent shivers down your spine, like the feeling of small rocks beneath bare feet.

“Delightful. It appears this body of yours won’t allow itself to be obstructed easily. I look forward to our time together, Kunikuzushi.” the Doctor doted, and you barely caught the fire in Kunikuzushi’s eyes flickering. Melancholically, you wondered how long it would take for it to fade.

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche oneshot #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche angst #scara x reader #genshin angst #scaramouche fanfic

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arachnixe · 1 year

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Not A Person

"It's kinda romantic, don't you think?" the mechanic asks, staring at the massive combat unit.

"What's that?"

She just gestures again to the powered-off weapon, and I scratch my head, not seeing the romance in the machine equipped with such terrifying firepower.

"Big scary thing like this, you'd think they'd be as self-sufficient as anything, yeah?" she continues. "But they're still not made to fight alone, y'know. They got partners, every one o' them. Somewhere out there is one made just for them."

I shrug. "You make it all sound like more than it really is. They're all manufactured the same; we just test them for performance variance, bin them, pair them to match up their capabilities, and write the calibration data for each one to its counterpart's firmware."

"We play matchmaker," she says with a wide smile, hand placed on the machine in a gesture that seems strangely affectionate.

"It's just optimization," I respond, only half paying attention while tapping at the keyboard to check my script's progress.

"Whatever you wanna call it. If one dies, the other can't just plug 'n play with any ol' unit, yeah?"

"I don't know about 'plug and play,'" I mutter, chewing my lip thoughtfully and ignoring that weapons don't "die" per se, "but there's a built-in recalibration procedure on the E side."

"No shit?"

The script is working, but I keep watching for signs of someone out there taking notice. "It'll process their mutual deltas and upload the diff to the X. Firmware's read-only after burn in, so both will have to deal with a little lag every boot when applying the patch, but…"

She interrupts, "they can find a new partner, but can't forget their first. See? Romantic."

"Back-ups corrupted," I announce, briefly switching topic to update her on my progress. "Time to tickle the automated checks to trick them into restoring from the bad data."

The mechanic laughs. "And here you're always accusing me of usin' human terms for machines!"

"Figuratively tickle. I do not actually anthopomorphize mindless automated alerts like you do these war machines."

"And yet here you are," she says, arms folded, smirk aimed squarely at me. "Helpin' me save them 'fore they get scrapped."

"Here I am," I agree, "forging shipping requests, deleting records, and hoping to keep a bunch of war machines from getting destroyed."

"Lotta risk to take to save them if you don't think they're people, yeah?"

"Not as big a risk as you took that time you broke in to a guarded, secret facility to physically extract a new infiltrator-class prototype. This network security is a joke."

She shrugs. "Wasn't too bad. They gave me the clearance to work on their hardware. They got comfortable with me. Just had to act all serious and in a hurry, and nobody asked questions. More surprised they never came for me after."

"Perhaps someone was watching out for you."

"Guess so. They sure were panicking, alright. Still hadn't finished testing the limits of that active camo array, worryin' about the enemy getting their hands on them."

"They hadn't worked out all the potential applications, so they had no idea how to evaluate the risk," I muse.

I must admit that it is rather amusing to imagine those researchers, normally so full of themselves, in a wild panic trying to identify the worst-case scenarios.

"Yep. That was the first one I freed, but they sure weren't the last, were they?" She pauses, reflecting on the nearly empty warehouse we occupy, with just one last shipment prepped for one last unit. "Dunno where they went after I helped them, y'know. Safer if I don't, I figure."

"Good opsec, yes." The script is almost done. I queue up our last X-Model for loading into the truck. "You'll want to step away from that one in a moment."

She does, and soon a mechanical arm traces a path on its ceiling track to the powered down unit.

"Hope they're happy, wherever they ended up," she says. "People deserve happiness, not just gettin' thrown away just 'cause a treaty says so."

"Not a person," I insist, watching the script conclude with perfect timing as the arm loads the hulking X-Model onto the truck.

"If you really don't think they're people, then why the hell are you helping?"

She climbs into the truck, joining the last of the huge machines, and I follow.

I sit in silence, trying to put my thoughts together, with only the the rumble of the engine filling the space between us as the truck carries us to safety.

Philosophy is not my strong suit. Hacking? Sure. Sneaking into places I shouldn't have access to? Easy. Becoming whoever I need to be to earn someone's trust? Nothing out there is better than me.

Self-expression? I'm still learning.

"I just think we do not need to be people to deserve life."

#Empty Spaces #mechs #combat dolls #my writing #repost

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denim-mixtapes · 2 years

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Diamonds and Rust [1/5: Treasure Hunting] - (Eddie Munson/Reader)

Rating: T Word Count: 2100 Pairing: Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings: Language, Slow Build/Slow burn, pet names instead of Y/N, unironic use of the word "milady" Summary: Working in a thrift shop makes for some long, boring days, especially in the summer when you can't even fill the time with studying. Luckily your favorite metalhead regular stops in often to help pass the time. Also posted on AO3

Working in a thrift store at the edge of town usually meant long, boring days. You’d get the occasional antique hunter, a few moms shopping for their families on the weekends, a handful of regulars, and every so often some bored teens would stroll through but for the most part it was quiet. You liked it that way. All the more time to get some studying done all while getting paid, right? At least that excuse worked during the school year. Now, mid-July of the summer after your senior year, the days passed like molasses through an hourglass. Shadows stretch along the walls as the sun moves across the sky and not a soul passes through the door.

You spend your shifts processing donations, sorting clothing into piles such as Menswear or Children’s or Dear God Why Would You Donate This There Is Literal Shit On It , and testing electronics and toys for functionality. It’s a little dull sorting diamonds from rust, but it’s a living.

Like clockwork around 2 PM, the bell above the door signals the entry of your favorite regular. He’s missing his signature leather jacket and battle vest combo, and his mop of hair is tied into a knot at the base of his neck, but he still has that signature Eddie Munson smile plastered on his face. He beelines for the counter you’re sitting behind and taps out an enthusiastic beat on the glass top, the silver of his chunky rings clicking against it louder than he anticipated.

“Anything new for me today, Sweetheart?” He asks, drawing out the pet name a little too slowly.

Reaching under the counter for the milk crate you and your coworkers stashed the particularly good donations, you shrug. “Not much more than yesterday, Munson. Most people don’t drop off donations in the middle of the week.”

As you set the crate on the counter, his eyes shine with excitement. He’s practically bouncing on his toes, watching as you dig in the bin for the box you’d stashed there earlier today.

“Maybe not,” he muses, “but I know you don’t always go through everything as soon as you get it… and you wouldn’t have reached for your little treasure chest down there if you didn’t have to so, again I say,” he actually does bounce this time, his hands coming to a teepee in front of his wicked grin, “what’cha got?”

You can’t bluff any longer, and roll your eyes when you toss the velvet jewelry box onto the counter. “Dunno if it’s your size,” you say, “but it’s got your name written all over it.”

Eddie opens the box quicker than you thought humanly possible, and the noise he makes can only be described as a roar of excitement, followed by a hearty laugh. He pulls the thick silver ring from its place in the box and inspects it. A heavy skull sits on the top, much like the one he already wears daily, but this one has a set of dark, tarnished metal horns curling from its forehead and small red stones set in the eye sockets. He immediately slips it onto all of his fingers to test the fit. It doesn’t look hopeful until he switches hands, slipping it onto the second finger where his other skull ring sits.

Chuckling, he switches them, tossing the old ring up in the air and catching it before stuffing it in his back pocket. “Would ya look at that? Guess there’s only room for one,” he chuckles, flexing his fingers and admiring the new piece. “How much?”

“As you can guess, we probably wouldn’t make much on that from anyone but you,” you tease, looking over all the other jewelry prices in the case before you. You throw out a random number, “Two-fifty?”

“Oh,” the man before you feigns offense. His hand flies to his chest, pressing softly against the Hellfire logo, and he throws his head back. “You wound me, sweetheart. You really think that little of my style that something I love is worth a mere two dollars and fifty cents ?”

Laughing, you raise an eyebrow, your hands resting mockingly on your hips. “You wanna pay more for it?”

“No, no,” he holds out a hand, stopping the bit before it can go any further, and rummages in his wallet for a few crumpled dollar bills. “But keep the change,” he says as he hands them over, “I don’t like…jingling.”

Your eyes narrow at him while you pluck two quarters out of the register and deposit them into the penny pool next to it.

“I dunno,” you murmur, “you seem to me like exactly the kind of person who wouldn’t mind jingling, what with all the chains and buttons you wear.”

“Touche, my dear, touche.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets and gives an exaggerated shrug. Turning on his heel toward the door, he calls over his shoulder, “guess I just don’t like change. Pocket or otherwise!”

When Eddie is around, you fear you’ll never stop rolling your eyes. Which you do, affectionately, and bid him adieu until tomorrow, when he’ll inevitably show up once again asking if anything new has come in.

You'll definitely look. You always do. It’s a habit now, to keep an eye out for things that your regulars may like while you sort and process donations. Charles, the old man who looks for cat trinkets for his wife, always stops in on Saturday mornings while she’s at her hair appointment. You set things he may like aside so that you can show him and save him the time of browsing. Anything remotely trendy or something that may seem like a cool find, you tend to hide amongst the racks to make it more of a challenge for the teens that come in and love the hunt of it all. Likewise, the items that scream Eddie Munson at you, you can’t help but stash away with your own findings, because he can spend all day browsing the racks – and he will – but seeing his face light up when you produce your wares from under the counter is one of the highlights of your day.

You weren’t sure how to feel when the town outcast seemed to pick your shop as his new hangout. To give yourself credit, you never really were one to buy into all the rumors spread around high school, especially in Hawkins. If you did, you wouldn’t trust anyone. No, you didn’t think he could be nearly as bad as everyone made him out to be, but his personality and style still didn’t paint him in an overly-inviting light, and you didn’t want anyone stirring up trouble in your (for the most part) peaceful place of work. At his first visit, you figured he just needed a thing or two and that he would be in and out. Then he hit you with that damn smile, and he kept coming back . Soon enough his “freak” persona melted away before your very eyes, and with every visit, over casual conversation and the occasional Icee he would bring you from the gas station across the street, you got to know the true Eddie Munson. Sure, he was still a metalhead with quite the eccentric fashion sense and devil-may-care attitude, but he was also an excitable and inviting nerd who loved a good opportunity to talk about his interests and even your own.

So now you find yourself tucking tee shirts and patches and tapes into that milk crate and looking forward to the next time you see him. Really, you always looked forward to his next visit, but your little treasures were a better excuse for that excitement.

The day after you presented him with his new favorite ring, the store received a donation that you’re more excited than ever to sort through.

The record store in town has had “CLOSING SOON! EVERYTHING MUST GO!” signs in its windows for months, and you had assumed they were just waiting to sell the last of their inventory before finally closing their doors, but according to the former owner the rent on the building had become too much to make keeping the doors open worth it. So, he brought the last of the inventory (about 9 crates full of records, and a few boxes of resale tour merch) to you, hoping that they might have better luck on your shelves.

You can barely contain your glee and have to stop yourself from ripping into the boxes before he’s even left the store. By the time two o’clock rolls around you’ve managed to sift through about half the boxes, and have a short stack of records on the counter waiting to show off.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie’s voice startles you from your concentration on the task at hand, you’ve been so engrossed in sorting through the items that you didn’t even hear the bell above the door. “What do we have here?” He gestures to the overflowing counter with both hands, excitement dancing in his eyes.

“Christ, Eddie,” you scold, hand to your heart and a soft glare on your features. “You scared the pants off me.”

Raising his eyebrows, he leans heavily on the counter, leaning in close to peek over the edge at your legs, “aw, man,” glancing back up to your exasperated face, he chuckles. “I was hoping you meant literally.”

“Shut up, Munson.” You breathe.

“Alright,” he reaches for the box closest to him and digs in, “but only ‘cause I’m itchin' to see what this is all about.”

So you dive into the story, explaining everything the shop owner told you when he dropped it all off and you both sort through the records. Although, while you organize them alphabetically, Eddie is sorting them into two distinct piles: “Worth Listening To” and “Utter Trash.” You won’t tell him you saw, but he definitely slipped an extra ABBA album underneath Bat Out of Hell in the 'good' pile .

“Oh!” You exclaim after setting the last of the boxes behind the counter to get priced and shelved, “I almost forgot the best part!”

“Oh yeah?” He probes, his dimples on full display when he gives you a cheeky grin, “What’s that?” He leans his elbows heavily on the counter, leaning into you with interest.

You grab the stack of hand picked items from under the counter and push it toward him, your expression full of pride. It’s not much, a couple of pins, a shirt, and three records, but they’re the ones that stood out to you most before Eddie showed up.

“Take ‘em,” you say, barely above a whisper despite there being nobody else in the store, “they haven’t been logged yet so they technically haven’t been donated.”

He holds the shirt, a Black Sabbath Tour ‘78 design, up to his chest and bites back a grin. “Now something tells me you shouldn’t be doin’ that.” Then, pulling the shirt away from himself, he holds it in front of you, making a show out of closing one eye and lining it up perfectly so that he can picture it on you. Your cheeks heat – whether it’s under his stare or at the comment you aren’t sure. He holds the shirt out to you and winks, “You should keep this one for yourself though. I’ve already got one like it and I’m sure you’ll rock it better than me, anyway.”

You snatch it from his grasp and busy yourself with another box of donations to hide the fact that your blush is only getting deeper.

“We aren’t technically supposed to hold shit for anyone after it’s been processed either, but you don’t seem to complain when I do that.”

When you look back up, he’s holding his hands up in surrender, “hey, no complaints over here, I just wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with the law or anything. That’s kind of my schtick.”

“Eh,” you shrug, “what the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and with a donation as massive as this, they won't be missed.”

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he scoops the pins into his pocket and shuffles the three records between his hands. His gaze flicks between the titles (Judas Priest Stained Class , Rush 2112 , and Motörhead Overkill ) and your face, his smile widening as he does, “these are some good picks.”

“I know , ” you press, “now get outta here so I can do my job.”

He bows, actually bows, with his hands outstretched and turns toward the door. “Till next time, milady!”

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson/you #eddie munson reader insert #stranger things reader insert #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #fluff #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #diamondsandrust fic

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tenebriism · 2 months

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// sighs

@the-nexus has convinced me to add Alastor from Haz////bin Hotel to the Test Muse list (it didn't take much, lmfao. It rarely does.)

#hazbin hotel tw #tw hazbin hotel #[ tags because i know a lot of people are against this series/fandom #i enjoy it personally. the creator has a super bad rep but the show itself? i find it entertaining.#so i stream it where they can't make money from it XD #one moment while i get my icons and tags together--- ]#ooc ; out of character

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boysplanetrecaps · 1 year

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Boys Planet Ep 2, recap Part 2.

Here’s the second half of my recap of Boys Planet, Episode 2. We dive into the jerseys, the signal song test, and the new star levels.

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy.

We pick up at 49:35 in, where we are treated to a snowy drone view of the Boys Planet dorm buildings, and yeah, they’re pretty unremarkable red brick and glass boxes. I mean, it’s no shiny cube in the middle of a forest.

The boys, just getting out of their auditions, are brought to some large space and I assume that as they come in a staff-nim makes hand gestures to indicate that they have to be super surprised and delighted by what they find. They exclaim over and over about how everything is so yeppeun (pretty). EVERYTHING. Even these hideous shirts.

They’re color coded -- a color for the sleeve area indicates their star level, and the chest is either blue to indicate K-group or pink to indicate G-group.As you can see in the picture, from worst to best, it goes gray, then yellow, then gree., then orange -- not shown here, the 4 stars have purple sleeves. They’re all ugly but I think the one star/G-group is the worst.

The all-stars get their shirts last, and they have extra shiny stars on their sleeves. Kim Gyuvin, who you may recall from Kick It (he was the one who did New Thangs! right into the camera), interviews that he loves the shirt so much that it is “the meaning of life.” He has his purple All-Star shirt on over his audition outfit, and he looks like he could fall asleep while talking.

The four male judges come in and tell them that their level will be reassigned in a week. This makes the 0-3 level trainees, like Han Yu Seop from team GBTB and Mirotic’s Kim Ji Woo, determined to improve, and makes the 4-stars, like Han Seo Bin from the unaired Freak, scared that they’ll lose their status. The test that will determine their level is the Signal Song test -- they have to learn the choreography for the great big giant group number. Just like in previous seasons, the top ranked trainees will be performing on the top of a big pyramid, and the lowest ranked trainees will barely get to participate. Bak Do Ha, from the Blue House, says he doesn’t want to dance on the floor, and Takuto says he’ll have to work harder. The judges go on to say that whichever group has more stars after the reassigned star levels will get more screentime during that performance, which appears to be a big deal to them.

Side note: I never understand why they worry that much about whether they’re the center in the performance or not. I mean, it’s about how MNET edits you -- do they show you at all? If so, do they show you in a good light, a pathetic light, or an evil light? And that honestly seems to be luck of the draw. Whether you’re in the center or the bottom, you will get votes based on how much the audience falls in love with you, as evidenced by the fairly high ranking of Bak Do Ha -- 27th.

Anyway. The judges reveal the title of the Signal Song, “Here I am” (but I’m the real translation is more like “I shine”) The boys go absolutely wild for just the title, the pd-nim nods and says we can use that take. The judges tease that the’re going to play the song, but first they have to kick out the Global trainees, who lost the competition. Once the despised foreigners are gone, the song gets played, and it’s no “Pick Me,” but nothing is.

Seo Won from Attention/NINE.i likes it, pretty boy wacker Sung Han Bin thinks he can do it well, and talented Lee YeDam from Gambler thinks it’s amazing. Han Bin muses to Seo Won that “it’s really important to stay fit,” which is probably good advice for someone planning to go on this show. The boys are worried about singing it live, and yeah, the song was deliberately written to be impossible to sing live.

There’s a story that the guys in SHINee used to sing while running on a treadmill in order to build breath control so they could sing while they dance. They probably taught that trick to their hoobaes in EXO and NCT. Being an idol is a seriously physical endeavor -- like some sort of hybrid between an actor and an athlete.

55:32 Hanging Out

The boys are moving in to their dorms, and getting to know their new roomates. We see some of the rooms -- they have bunkbeds and a tall wardrobe/locker, as well as a humidifier and an alarm clock. We see that they are given roommates on the same team, K or G, but regardless of star-rank. That makes sense, because they easily could have to move in a week and that would be a lot of moving around.

Looks like the G-group rooms were assigned regardless of home country, so we see the trainees using Korean as a lingua franca. (It does seem that a lot of these trainees speak a lot more Korean than did the Japanese girls on Produce 48.) I won’t go into every detail, but they get to know each other and are silly. In some rooms, they can’t think of what to say to one another! So fun! In other rooms, they’re having a loud laughing party for the cameras! They’re making friends and being good hyungs (older brother-types). Mr. Sexy Kim Ji Woong sleeps with a facial mask on! It’s all cute stuff.

59:00 Learning the Signal Song

The boys meet to practice singing. It’s way too high for basically any of them to sing, because not everyone is a trained tenor or a highly trained baritone. (Click here for my rant on this if you haven’t seen it.) They ask for a volunteer to try singing it, and little boxer Takuto (0 stars) tries. Solji says, “Takuto, you don’t know how to sing,” which like, wow.

But, I mean, true.

Lee Da Eul, who was one of the two boys who walked in first, tries next. Then Zhang Hao, leader of the G-group Kick It team, tries, and nails it, of course. Nation’s sweetheart Sung Han Bin interviews sweetly that he was intimidated.

Now it’s time for the dance instruction. They’re given five minutes to memorize it (?) and then asked to perform it. Sexy Jellyfish Park Gun Wook (GBTB) gets called out for his lack of focus, and Canada’s Pride/Xiumin Impersonator Seok Matthew gets praised.

The zero stars try and knock things over and bump into each other and stuff. Red-House Jung Min Gyu promises to practice a lot.

The four stars try next, and Han Yu Jin - the 15-year-old phenom from the Korean Kick It team is struggling a lot, as is Hui. One of the interchangeably cruel dance teachers asks Han Yu Jin, you know, a sophomore in high school who is probably away from home for the first time, why he hasn’t mastered the choreography already. Was what they saw already just a fluke? Yeah, asshole, Yujin must just not care about this. Yell at him some more. Try saying, “Why are you dancing bad? I told you to dance good!!!” That will help.

In his interview, he looks dazed and sickly, his eyes half closed, his hair stuck in clumps to his forehead. Is he sick? Han Yu Jin-ny! Come to noona. I’ll give you some aspirin and hot cocoa and make you lie down for a bit. You guys see it too, right? I’m not crazy? He’s sick? Someone take care of that child!

The dance judges berate the 4 stars some more, because they’re psychopaths.

Wait, why is Na Kamden (he was the other American who auditioned with Jay) wearing a pearl necklace?

I went back and checked, and he wore it during his audition and every other time we’ve seen him so far. Hey, I love a guy with style -- it just seems like it would be uncomfortable to wear 24/7. It also feels like there’s a story here. Anyone know?

1:04:25 The Zero Stars have a Singing Lesson

There are a lot of relatively unknown trainees in this room, so here’s a list of our zero stars, along with their audition song and current rank.

K-Group

Jeon Woo Seok Criminal (barefoot) 60 Jung Se Yun Damdadi 68 Jang Min Seo Damdadi withdrawn Bak Do Ha My House (blue) 27 Jung Min Gyu My House (red) 50

G-group

Yuki Crown 36 Wang Yan Hong Hot 79 Yang Jun Hot 84 Takuto Instead Of... 20 Nice Kokobop 71 Cai Jin Xin Reveal 42 Itsuki Shine 65 Ouju Shine 67 Yutaka n/a 57 Hyo n/a 62 Toui n/a 85

Yutaka has(light brown hair in a bowl cut and Hyo has a blonde ruff in the front. Yutaka, Hyo, and Toui all were supposed to perform Shine with the others, but were sick, and thus were automatically assigned no stars.

The vocal teacher asks if they feel confident, and Yuki interviews, in Japanese, “I’ve never taken dancing or singing lessons. I’m afraid the’d think I’m bad.” And we see that on his intake form, he filled in that his training period is 0 months. Awww. I feel especially bad for Japanese contestants on these shows, because they are nearly always completely untrained. Takuto says he’s trained for 9 months -- nine whole months? -- but knows that’s not enough.

Left to right: Jang Min Seo, Bak Do Ha, Yutaka, Itsuki, Hyo, Nice, and Yang Jun.

Oh man, I translated that caption and then they translated it too. Well, I was pretty close.

Left to right: Jeon Woo Seok (who is doing some kind of vocal warmup, I think), Jung Se Yun, Jung Min Gyu, ?, Takuto, Ouju, ?, ? (the ?s are Yuki, Wang Yan Hong, and Cai Jin Xin, in some order, I think. Maybe one is Toui? Sorry, I can’t see their name tags.)

They get started singing. Min Seo sounds very strange and pinched, and his voice cracks a lot. It’s no better for any of the others. Nice continues his habit of not ever looking up. Then Jung Min Gyu goes, and he’s straining hard but he’s on key, actually. Good for him! The judge explains that they need to conserve their breath to sing, and shows them how as they sing they shouldn’t ruffle a piece of paper in front of their mouths. It makes me so happy when someone actually teaches them instead of just yelling at them to DO BETTER! BE GOOD AT THIS! Yang Jun interviews that it helped a lot, and like, yeah, imagine that.

Bak Do Ha, from the blue house, tries to sing, and he really can’t. The vocal trainer, not unkindly, wonders why he wants to be an idol instead of an actor, since he’s handsome and cannot sing at all. Do Ha says he wants to be an idol, and the trainer sighs, like, ok, I’ll do my best, I guess. But Do Ha can’t repeat a note that he hears. I think he’s tone deaf. You’d think maybe his agency could have noticed this in time to not send him here?

He cries in the confessional. Aww.

1:08:30 All Star Lessons

We know most of these guys, so let’s get straight to it. They’re having a vocal lesson with Solji, and after they sing together one time through, Solji wants to figure out where the discordant notes are coming from. We focus on my little cousin Kum Jeon Hyun (from Nu Nu Na Na), he of the triumphant shouts, for a bit as he tries to sing, and it’s obviously a strain. He says he has a bad throat today, and the editing blames that on his shouting.

Haruto says that he’s “tone deaf,” and Solji laughs out right, but later on he explains that he just made a mistake with his Korean. Aww, Haruto, your Korean is mostly really great! He meant to say that he has a low range voice, ie, is a bass or maybe a baritone. We still don't see or hear him singing. MNET is sort of... hiding that from us.

Keita does great and Solji praises him. Another trainee, Kim Min Seoung (also from Nu Nu Na Na) notes that even though Keita auditioned primarily as a rapper (in Conduct Zero), his singing voice is good too. You’d expect that this would be the standard for a debuted idol like Keita (he’s in Ciipher) but maybe not always.

Kim Gyu Bin has been hiding in the back. (He was from the Kick It-K team). His singing (both notes and pronunciation) causes Solji to make this face:

She asks him if he lived abroad, his pronunciation is so bad.

Han Yu Jin looks wavery and blinky, and he’s barely making sounds. Instead of asking if the swaying sophomore might be sick, Solji berates him soundly.

The 4-stars go to dance lessons, and the MNET editors remind us that Yujin did great at the audition and has a lot to live up to. But he doesn’t do that well in his dance class, and again, he gets yelled at. Does anyone look after these children? Are there like, RAs or something?

The dance master/psychopath points out that the members of the Kick It team are all struggling and asks if they just practiced Kick It for their whole lives. (In the translation on Viki, they call it Hero, which is the translation of the song’s Korean title.) While they’re getting berated, their Chinese fellow Yuehua trainee, Zhang Hao, looks on with an expression I can’t quite read. I think he’s angry and concerned. He interviews that Yuehua doesn’t really provide training -- at least, I think that’s what this means:

Team Yuehaw! Giddyup!

He’s worried that his younger teammates will have trouble memorizing the choreography.

1:14:30 3 Stars Dance Lesson

The psycho dance master tells the 3 stars that they’re all doing great. Sexy Jellyfish Park Gunwook shows off, as do Canada’s pride Seok Matthew and pretty waacker Sung Hanbin.

Lee Hwanhee, the main vocalist from Up10tion who did Who as his audition in the red jacket, interviews that K-group is really tight, and points out some of the same trainees. Then we have a little dance off between various K-group trainees and G-group trainees.

Wang Zi Hao, ranked 29th, a 21-year old whose unaired audition was to Lay’s Veil and who apparently specializes in krumping, faces off against Sexy Jellyfish Park GunWook, ranked 15th. They’re both great, and I don’t think a winner is declared.

Then, I assume a producer whispers something off camera to the dance teacher, and the dance teacher asks best friends Matthew and Hanbin go against each other. Yoon Jong Woo, who sort of kissed Kim Ji Woong before their performance of Mirotic, interviews that they’re very similar, and I guess I’ll take their word for it. I don’t perceive them to be particularly similar in their dancing styles but I’m glad that they’re friends, and it seems that their gentle rivalry is affectionate. It seems obvious to me that Hanbin is better at dancing, but the teacher gives it to Matthew, so what do I know? Nothing, I guess.

1:18:53 Two Stars Dance Practice

The editors want us to be worried about Lee Da Eul, who came in first and did the silly hammy dancing at the end of his audition. His 2-star classmates don’t have interesting storylines, I guess, even though there are 24 trainees in this group, making it the largest group.

Choi Ji Ho interviews that he’s worried about Lee Da Eul, I was like, wait, who the heck is Choi Ji Ho? Turns out I actually missed his audition to Kai’s Mmmh so I’ll have to edit my post on the unaired auditions -- sorry, team, this is a huge undertaking. My quick take is that at 18, he’s a good young dancer, and Kai’s Mmmph was too sensual and adult of a song for him. I think he wrote his own rap, so that’s good. He looks up to GD from Big Bang and Jimin from BTS, so seems like rapping and dancing are his things, not vocals, and he’s currently ranked 55th. Ok, back to the Lee Da Eul storyline, which I’m sure everyone here is more interested in, right?

After Choi Ji Ho, we hear from Jang Ji Ho, a member of NINE.i who auditioned with Attention, who is also worried about Lee Da Eul. Da Eul was confident in his star test, but now he’s lost his confidence and feels like he doesn’t belong in two stars -- I mean, he doesn’t, poor kid. Da Eul has a star sparkle to him for sure, but he has only enough training to know the difference between good and bad singing and dancing, and to know that what he’s doing is more on the bad end of the spectrum, and that’s an awful place to be in your training if you’re on a show like this.

Da Eul himself interviews that everyone else is doing well. Haru, who auditioned to Maniac in a green shirt, gets praised; then Lee Dong Yeol, a debuted idol in Up10tion, gets told that he has improved a lot; then Wumuti, the distinctive looking trainee who sang UN Village for his audition, is told he could be an All Star.

Lee Seung Hwan, who we met during his performance of Mirotic and who was a member of project group 1THE9 and a backup dancer for Oneus, also is worried about Da Eul because he hides in the back. So he kindly brings Da Eul to the middle so that he’ll have an easier view of himself in the mirror. Da Eul is touched by the kindly hyung’s attention.

Now that we spent about 90 seconds on that, let’s move on to…

1:20:16 Zero Stars Dance Practice

The G-group are rehearsing with charming Ouju at the helm. You might remember Ouju from his audition performance of Shine. Ouju is a weak singer, but a fairly decent dancer. Hyo (who didn’t audition) interviews (in Japanese) that Ouju has had a year of dance training, which contradicts what the show said earlier, but that’s ok.

The trainees are copying his movements, which the MNET editors indicate kind of cutely.

Cai Jin Xin also interviews (in Chinese) that Ouju is helpful -- we met Jin Xin in his performance of Reveal with all the tall trainees. Then Yang Jun from the infamous Hot performance gives Ouju the thumbs up.

Things like this are why I watch shows like this. I love watching a leader emerge to lead the low ranking teams. I love the camaraderie. I love this stuff. I bet Ouju will rise in the rankings because I think a lot of people feel the way I do. He’s currently 67 -- let’s see where he ends up!

Gotta say, Takuto looks cute in a backwards hat! I think he’ll grow up to be handsome. By the way, notice Nice in the background, still looking down? He’s always looking down, you guys.

And that’s enough checking in with the trainees during their practice! We never check in with the 1 stars at all. That’s 16 trainees, all but 4 of whom are Global.

Side note, because I was curious:

There are 17 Japanese trainees and 18 Chinese Trainees (I don’t include Taipei). The Japanese trainees have 22 stars among them, so 1.29 stars per trainee, while the Chinese trainees have 29 among them, so 1.61 stars per trainee. The 45 Korean trainees have 114 stars among them, so 2.53 stars per trainee. Also, a total of 194 stars were given to the 93 trainees, which is 2.08 stars per trainee, so the Japanese trainees have star levels that are about half of the average, while the Chinese star levels are about two thirds of the average. I don’t have a point to make. I just felt like doing math and thought I’d tell you what I found out. I love spreadsheets a lot. Ok, let’s continue.

1:21:28 Phone Home Montage

Aww, it’s time to watch the trainees call home and possibly cry! Get your tissues handy, folx. I’ll mention people’s ages here because I think it sheds light on this kind of thing.

Jay (21) greets his mom (in English, of course).

Park Gwan Young (22) who I thought was the best of the Lullaby group, calls his mom.

Pretty Sung Han Bin (21) has a funny convo with his mother, who begins to tell a story and then asks if it’s being recorded. She has a funny, breathless voice that I find super charming. Han Bin Oh-ma, fighting!

Next we see Qiu Sheng Yeng, 21, the blonde guy from the Taipei team who did Tiger Inside, with super flexible stick wielding Chen Kuan Jui as their leader. He tears up as he talks to his mom.

Next is 17-year-old Lim Jun Seo, who was one of those first two boys who came in, the ones who performed in Replay, who is also clearly crying.

Then Yuto, 18, one of the “short” Conduct Zero team, whose face is squinched up from trying to hold in the tears. Awwww. He insists that he’s “daijobu” (ok) but he can barely get the word out.

Meanwhile, dance phenom/ sick baby Han Yujin tries to call his mother, but she doesn’t answer. He doesn’t look quite as sick as he did in his previous confessionals, so hopefully he’s alright. The staff member sounds genuinely concerned and offers to pass along a message, so Yujin says to tell his mom that he’s working hard.

Next is Jang Min Gyu, 23, from the red house. He struggles to get his mom to understand that he’s on camera right now, and it turns out she’s kind of drunk. Hoo boy.

My little cousin / noted screamer Kum Jun Hyeon, 19, gets a “this number does not exist” message. Oh no!

Next is Jang Yeo Jun, 17, from the GBTB Jellyfish team, who doesn’t seem too emotional at first, until his mother talks about how much she misses him and then he breaks down completely. We learn in a flashback that he doesn’t go to school right now because he’s focused on his training. Similarly, noted all-star Haruto left Japan to come to Korea for this, and a lot of people don’t understand why. The tender piano music kicks in as we get a montage of the boys talking about how important this is to them. Vietnamese trainee Dang Hong Hai interviews, in Korean, that every moment he gets to perform is so precious, and auburn-haired All Star Zhang Hao says he’ll never give up. We see the boys practicing at night in their rooms, in the dark.

1:25:03 Signal Song Test Day

The boys are gathered into two large rooms, one for K and one for G, and arranged on middle-school-chorus-style risers by their star level. Seeing them all together, it really strikes you again how different the distribution of the star levels is between the two groups.

(I love Bak Do Ha, from the blue house) meditating, top right.

The trainees are informed via closed-circuit tv that they’ll be brought, one at a time, into a small room with three judges who will determine their final star level based on their performance of the Signal Song. Meanwhile, their teammates will be watching their audition via closed circuit TV as well.

For the most part, the boys are scared. Mingyu (red house) interviews that he’s nervous to perform right in front of the judges. Lee Dong Gun (who is only 17, performed Criminal wearing shoes [the other guy was barefoot], and who I think danced very well and sang much better than he was given credit) feels the same way. Wumuti is shocked too.

Then the trainees are told that whoever has the most stars at the end of this test will get some other benefit, but it’s a pretty minor one -- that group’s All Stars and Center will get more camera time in the Signal Song performance. Honestly, it doesn’t probably impact them much.

Sexy Jellyfish Park Gunwook thinks K will win by a landslide, because he has a command of basic math and knows that K is currently winning by a 3:2 ratio and that this is unlikely to change. Thai NINE.i member Winnie thinks G-group is solid, but I notice that he doesn’t say he thinks they’ll win. Nation’s sweetheart Sung Han Bin and Canada’s pride Seok Matthew are sure they’ll get all stars this time.

Noted all-star Haruto mutters to himself in Korean (not his native tongue, Japanese), which is very charming. He’s worried, of course, that G-group can’t possibly win with all those 0-stars. Let’s put it this way: Assume that K-group doesn’t gain or lose any stars, and then assume that half of the 0, 1, 2, and 3 star G-group members advance one level and that no G-group members drop a level, EVEN THEN, G group would lose. There would basically have to be a miracle.

The judging panel for the G-group is made up of Solji, one of the psycho dance masters, and the rarely seen Rap Master. The judging panel for K-group is Lip J, the other psycho dance master, and the male vocal trainer. Seems… weird, but ok.

Zero stars:

Yang Jun from Hot

He does poorly -- he’s shaky on both the dance and the lyrics and sort of gives up partway through. Oh no. The judges actually laugh at him and he stays in zero stars.

Yutaka -- one of the ones who didn’t audition because he was sick. Makes up his own choreo.

Wang Yan Hong from Hot: Randomly stops singing

Nice from Kokobop: Sings poorly, and LOOKS DOWN

Ouju from Shine, the dance teacher of zero stars G group, a personal fave: Clearly has a very sore throat and should have been resting it but has been pushing through and singing anyway. Someone put this boy on vocal rest and give him some slippery elm lozenges, stat.

The judges are overwhelmed with the awfulness. The dance master wonders aloud if there is something below zero stars, and Solji quips, “aren’t the houses below zero stars?” I kind of love that they’re known as “the houses” but also oh god, I hope their mental health is ok.

Now to the K-group zero stars. Lee Jeong Hyeon, a 3-star trainee who wore the white short sleeved jacked in The Real, interviews that he’s really impressed by Jang Min Gyu, the red house, because Mingyu is just now learning to dance, and Jeong Hyeon is impressed by how hard Mingyu is working. We see Mingyu hanging out in the hallway and asking anyone who will help him how the choreo goes. Many of the trainees weigh in to say similar things. It’s sweet to see, but we are theoretically looking for someone who is ready to debut now, right?

By the end of the montage though, I’m thinking -- he does look a lot better. His performance is spliced in with other trainees saying he’s doing well, and it really does look kind of ok. I would have given him 1 star -- that’s my rating for someone who shows signs of vague improvement. He comes back to K-group and everyone is shocked when he sits back in 0-stars. I am too, honestly. I wish I could see a sample of what the judges consider 0, 1, 2, 3 and 4 stars here.

After the red house, it’s time for the Blue House. Bak Do Ha (sometimes the subtitles transliterate his family name as Park) has been trying his best and really wants a 1-star. He is sort of on key at start, and then it goes off the rails totally. Poor guy. He tries to the end, but zero stars for him. At 1:34:41, nation’s sweetheart Han Bin goes over to Doha to offer him a hug, and Doha ends up just collapsing into tears as his hyung holds him. Awww. Sometimes you just can’t hold it in when someone is nice to you, it just sort of opens the flood gates. Doha, you’re not ready to debut, and I hope you do just go into acting because I don’t think you ever will be ready to debut, but you seem like a decent fellow.

Next is Takuto. He throws in a wink at a specific point, which the judges think is clever and shows signs of “natural star personality.” His vocals are not remotely accurate, but the judges find him charming anyway, and he gets 1 star, and he collapses into tears of stress and relief. That doesn’t quite seem fair to red house Jang Min Gyu, but it is kind of sweet.

Next, the 1-stars.

Dong Dong from the Taipei team who did Tiger Inside.

Zhang Shuai Bo, my favorite from the tall Reveal team.

Chen Jian Yu from the Call Me Baby team.

Wen Ye Chen also from the Call Me Baby team (their main vocalist).

Xuan Hao, the blonde member of God’s Menu, who I thought deserved 2 stars. He must think so too, because when he’s done with his audition, he rolls down his sleeve to show that he has star stickers stuck to his arm. Cute! But no dice with the judges.

Wen Ye Chen drops down to no stars, and the others stay in 1 stars.

Up next is Cong from Vietnam, who auditioned with SHINee’s View. I said at the time that his 1 star was cruelly low and his singing was pretty decent -- that it seems like they dinged him mostly for pronunciation, when maybe staying on key should be more relevant. The editing agrees, and we see flashbacks of him working hard on his pronunciation. His fellow trainees are impressed with him, and rightfully so. He’s still a bit flat here and there on those highest notes, but it’s really close, and the dancing looks good to me too. The judges actually agree -- he moves up to 3 stars! Charming Ouju, the pride of the zero stars, interviews in Japanese that Cong’s performance outshined the All Stars’. Aww. You guys, Ouju is winning me over hardcore. I don’t want him in the final line up, but I want good things to happen for him.

Next is Lee Seung Hwan, who pulls together his jersey to make it look more like a 4-star shirt, and the insane editors color it purple so that the people at home have no idea what is going on. For a second I was like, “is he doing some sort of magic trick?” but no, it was just editing. I mean, to be fair, cannabis is legal where I live, just sayin’, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who was confused?

We’ve met Lee Seung Hwan before during his performance of Mirotic. He’s the one who used to be in project group 1THE9 and also was a backup dancer for Oneus. He also was the one who worried about Lee Da Eul and brought him to the middle of the 2-star dance practice. He does great -- good facial expressions -- though his singing was a bit strained. He gets promoted to 3 stars!

Next is Lee Da Eul, who got so much story focus earlier in the episode. He smiles like he’s confident at the beginning, but things go off the rails. He almost wants to give up, but pushes through. When he’s done, he sets his jaw firmly to not cry. The judges send him down to No stars.

1:43:24 The three stars audition

First up is Mr Sexy himself, Kim Ji Woong from Mirotic and BL dramas. The judges call him “the only sexy character on Boys Planet” -- don’t they know about Park Gunwook? He dances so sexily that his hair turns into a heart!

The male vocal judge says, “You can sense that he’s trying to accomplish something. For people like that, they have a lot of potential.” But he stays at 3 levels, because his dancing and singing are both a little too sexy.

Seo Won, from NINE.i / Attention, interviews that it’s going to be tough to be an All Star.

Lee Jeong Hyeon from The Real tries next, then Park Hyunbeen from GBTB, then Anthonny from Glitch Mode, then Na Kamden, the American who auditioned with Jay. The judges say their dancing is three stars, but their singing is lacking. All remain 3 stars.

Next up is one of my faves, Kim Tae Rae, the floppy haired one with the great voice in The Real. He keeps up that charming smile as he performs. The judges say his singing is All Star Level, but his dancing is lacking, so he stays in 3 stars.

Back in the waiting area, Oh Sung Min from Bloom Bloom is talking about whether K or G will win, and Kim Min Hyuk from Lullaby says that they’re at a disadvantage because they have so many high scorers, that they have more to lose, and that it will be easier for the G group to advance. Yeah, maybe, but the competition isn’t who can gain the most stars; the competition is who will have the most stars. I really think these boys don’t understand how math works.

Up next is Sexy Jellyfish Park Gunwook, who brings charisma and power to his audition performance. He cracks a few notes but really does well overall. He comes back in and his fellow trainees ask for his score, and we find out that judges have decided to reserve judgment for right now. Speaking of how math works, I came back to edit this in: If you can’t stand to wait to find out how many stars he gets, solve this simple equation, and the answer will be his star rating. 7x - 3 = 25 Otherwise, you’ll find out shortly into the third episode.

Up next is nation’s sweetheart, Sung Han Bin, who declares himself a candidate for center position of the Signal Song. We see almost his whole audition, and of course, he does great and is given 4 stars.

Naturally, Canada’s pride Seok Matthew is next. The judges are still considering Park Gunwook, and they say that Seok Matthew’s vocals are better than Gunwook’s, but that even though Matthew’s dancing had “groove,” he messed up the choreo a bit. They keep Matthew in 3 stars. Matthew cries a little and says in English that he was nervous, and Jay and others console him in English, saying that he didn’t look nervous.

1:53:25 Four Stars

First, they pretend that Hui is going to audition right now. Instead, we get a 2 minute flashback montage, set to tense music, showing Hui getting negative feedback about his dancing and having to ask younger trainees for help. Blue-haired Park Hanbin from The Real interviews that he didn’t think he himself would be able to handle going from artist to trainee*, and my little cousin Kum Jun Hyeon, he of the notable yelling, says (off camera), “The way he would humble himself before guys much younger than him was cool, but as a fan, it hurt to see it,” and yeah, that’s where I’m at, cuz. Han Seo Bin, one of the animated rappers from Freak, says that he thought that Hui was amazing. Hui himself says, “I’m fine. I believe that if you’re lacking, you should learn.”

*More on the “artist” thing. Notice that Hanbin used the English word “artist” to describe Hui, and that actually really matters. In the Korean musical landscape, a distinction is drawn between artists and idols. For example, people generally consider IU an artist, and I’m pretty sure Bibi would be considered one as well. But the members of say, Blackpink or BTS, despite their skill and talent and all that, are considered idols. Using the word “artist” elevates what Hui is capable of -- he’s not just a pretty face who endorses brands; he makes real music. It was a big compliment, and one I would agree with.

The song test starts, but oh no, guys. Hui forgets the lyrics and then can’t find the key to sing. He keeps going, and of course his voice sounds great, but yeah. They put him in three stars.

Mun Jung Hyun, the cool raspy rapper from The Real (watch the full performance on Youtube!!), interviews that he’s worried that Group G will win. Then, I assume, he goes off camera and eats the special treat the staff dangled in front of him to get him to say that, because no way he actually believes that.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hao, the auburn haired Yuehua leader, takes his level test and does great, holding on to 4 stars for his group.

He’s pretty happy about it.

Up next is Jay, and we’re reminded how great he is and how everyone likes him. He apparently had a lot of trouble learning the choreography. We see a flashback of him in the training room, crying in frustrations, and we see kindly Keita helping him. As Jay explains in halting Korean, he feels bad that Keita took time from his own practice to help him. If I were Jay, I’d mention that in the audition room. In any case, he keeps his all star level, and Keita says he knew it would happen. Keita seems like a good egg.

At 2:01:30, it’s golden maknae Han Yujin’s turn, and OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT. It turns out he was really sick! All his Yuehua teammates were worried about him, especially charming mophaired Kim Gyu Vin. Jesus, the show is admitting that they let this 15 year old with a high fever work himself half to death? Honestly, fuck this show sometimes.

Feel free to skip to next episode at 2:02:00 or so.

Here’s the live voting results. Anyone who made a change of more than 15 spots will be in bold.

Biggest Riser: Na Kamden, up 45!

Biggest Faller: Park Gwan Young, who auditioned with Lullaby, down 29

Ouju hasn't risen yet, but I still think he will by next episode. But I guess we'll see.

Nation’s sweetheart Sung Hanbin ⇔

Sickly little baby Han Yujin ⇑1

Sexy BL actor Kim Ji Woong ⇓1

Charming mop-haired Kim Gyu Vin ⇑1

Canada’s pride Seok Matthew ⇑27

Some guy named Lee Hoe Taek ⇔

Auburn haired leader Zhang Hao ⇔

Jay ⇑22

Early entrant Lee Da Eul ⇓5

Sexy Jellyfish Park Gun Wook ⇑5

Cutie pie Anthonny ⇓3

Floppy haired excellent singer Kim Tae Rae ⇓3

Mysterious blonde Ricky ⇓1

Sweetheart talent Keita ⇔

Hiroto from Conduct Zero ⇓4

1the9/backup dancer/Mirotic Lee Seung Hwan ⇓3

Former T01 Cha Woong Ki ⇓7

Overalls Ollie ⇑5

Little Takuto ⇑1

Charming all star Haruto ⇑19

The other early entrant, Lim Jun Seo ⇓2

Seo Won from NINE.i and Attention ⇓4

Distinctive looking Krystian from Call Me Baby ⇓2

Oh Sung Min - was Jerome in T01⇓7

Bak Do Ha - blue house ⇑2

Yoo Seung Eon -“titanium voice” singer on Kick It -K, who we haven’t seen this whole damn episode ⇑18

Ma Jin Xing, the handsomest one of the tall guys who did Reveal ⇓11

Canada’s joy, Brian ⇑9

Dang Hong Hai, the blonde vietnamese trainee ⇓5

Chen Kuan Jui - the super flexible guy ⇑24

Kum Jun Hyeon - my little cousin and noted yeller ⇔

Zhang Shuai Bo - my favorite from Reveal ⇓10

Lee Dong Yeol from Up10tion ⇓7

Chen Jian Yu - on Call Me Baby team ⇓6

Mun Jung Hyun the raspy rapper from The Real ⇓11

Park Han Bin - blue haired ⇓2

Na Kamden - the other American ⇑45

Wang Zi Hao - Krumper from Veil ⇓9

Jung Min Gyu - red House ⇑11

Yuki - lighter haired “Crown” by TXT performer ⇓4

Xuan Hao - blonde member of Team God’s Menu ⇓8

Lee Hwan Hee - the good singer from Up10tion ⇓4

Lee Jeong Hyeon - was in The Real ⇓8

Lee Dong Gun - performed Criminal in shoes ⇓1

Cai Jin Xin - from Reveal, a zero star ⇓3

Choi Woo Jin - from NuNu NaNa ⇓5

Lee Yedam - that amazing Gambler solo audition ⇓2

Cong - brown haired Vietnamese trainee from View ⇑18

Park Ji Hoo - “I just got here,” Freak, leather jacket ⇓2

Park Hyun Been - rapper from GBTB ⇓10

Wumuti - UN Village singer ⇓2

Choi Seung Hun child actor, absolute youngest, Love Scenario ⇓6

Ji Yun Seo the leader of Yuehua’s Kick it (K) group ⇑27

Yutaka One of the no-auditioners; seen a few times in zero-stars class ⇑3

Jeong I Chan Mirotic, also he was on I-LAND (as Jaeboem) ⇓3

Chen Ren You Tiger Inside ⇑3

Wen Ye Chen - main vocal on Call Me Baby team ⇓1

Choi Ji Ho - did Kai’s Mmmph ⇓3

Dong Dong - from Team Tiger Inside ⇑32

Jang Yeo Jun - on team GBTB ⇓9

Chen Liang - on God’s Menu ⇑22

Ichika - tallest member of Team Shine ⇓4

Nice - the shy no-eye contact Thai guy ⇑8

Haru - wore Green jacket in Maniac ⇓9

Min - Thai member of Glitch Mode ⇑15

Han Seo Bin - the other guy from Freak ⇑4

Yoon Jong Woo - guy who pretended to kiss Ji Woo ⇑6

Jung Ho Jin from Lullaby ⇓20

Osuke - on team Crown by TXT ⇓6

Qiu Sheng Yang - blonde member of team Tiger Inside ⇑18

Han Yu Seop - from GBTB ⇑3

Jeon Woo Seok - barefoot Criminal performer ⇓12

Winnie - Thai guy, turned down university; he’s in NINE.i. ⇑4

Yang Jun - on team HOT by SVT ⇑10

Jang Ji Ho he debuted in NINE.i ⇓3

Chen Yu Geng/Crayon - blonde member of Call Me Baby ⇓1

Wang Yan Hong - on team HOT by SVT ⇑2

Ouju - zero stars dance teacher, Shine ⇓11

Kim Min Seong In NuNu NaNa ⇓1

Jeon Ho Young from Love Scenario ⇑1

Itsuki - wore the hat in Shine ⇓16

Kim Min Hyuk in Lullaby ⇑8

Kei In Conduct Zero ⇓7

Park Min Seok- In The Real ⇓20

Jung Se Yun - the short haired member of team Damdadi ⇓17

Yuto - In Conduct Zero, cried on phone with mom ⇓17

Hong Keon Hee from NuNu NaNa ⇔

Riku - last place last week ⇑5

Feng Jun Lan - dark haired member of God’s Menu ⇓3

Hyo - Didn’t audition, blonde ruff of hair in front ⇓28

Lin Shi Yuan - red haired member of God’s Menu ⇓2

Park Gwan Young - from Lullaby ⇓ 29

Toui I think might still be sick??? ⇓8

click here for ep 3 part 1

#boysplanet #boysplanet999 #boys planet #boys planet recap #kpop #beb1er #k-pop

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👫+ Aiden

Aiden not liking Cricket at first was not subtle and it bothered her so bad. She didn't know what idea was worse: the thought that he didn't like her because of her cooking or because of her personality. So, she stepped up her game in both: finding out through his mother what his favorite foods were, and chatting with him (usually one-sided) whenever she could grab his attention. When neither of those things succeeded, it was actually when Cricket stopped talking and took the time to realize that he was actually watching what she was doing (and pretending not to be) for her to really understand how she was going to get through to him. It was all about finesse, casually answering the questions he was too stubborn to ask her, but also asking for his opinion, like he was the expert and she wanted to learn from him.

When for Christmas he gifted her his attempt at the miso chocolate chip cookies she'd recipe tested with him, Cricket was torn between wanting to share them with all of Ocean Crest (and the world) and keeping them all to herself to hold onto and cry over forever. In the end, she saved a few for the girlies, but had at least one for the next week straight and teared up each time. They were gone by New Years but the memory will live on forever. Bonus: her gift to him was a very nice knife set that she is only slightly concerned won't be used (completely) for good.

Is constantly rubbing it in his face that smoking is not allowed indoors but she can (for the most part) get away with vaping whenever they go out. Has this resulted in several of her Puff Bars being taken from her and dropped in the nearest trash bin or water glass? It sure has, but she tells herself it's just his concern for her lungs and he's forgiven.

Calls their outings dates. Hanging out + doing an activity = date. Didn't think anything of it at first, but now purposely does it just to see him get a little flustered.

@aiden-stevens

Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship.

#answered #meme day #ft. aiden stevens

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libidomechanica · 4 months

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #136 texts #ballad

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werspinna · 10 months

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Your Muses Inventory ! Inventory: In a roleplaying game, inventory refers to the collection of items your character is currently carrying !

Rules: List the things your Muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. Repost, don’t Reblog ! Optional: Explain their significance. Original @treasurechestrpmemes !

Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide ! Tagging: @novaragno @spinxeret @iobartach @goblinfire @the-rogue-dragon @h-osborn @hyenashub !

Wolf carries her day-to-day belongings in two leatherbeltbags that she always has with her even when changing into her spiderman costume. As a laysister Wolf lives in a convent, so she does not even has keys for a home with her. Considering when she goes out at night she just swings herself over the cloisterwall or out of windows, keys would be in general very useless.

Webshooters made of leather and ceramic When Hasna and Wolf tested her new abilities, they figured a spider needed webs. Accordingly they used an old chemical formula Hasna had experimented with and created the webfluid put into ceramic cartridges, cooked in water to create a vacuum. The webshooters are not made of metal or plastic - for obvious reasons- and usually Wolf has to repair and replace the different pieces once every two months, because the ceramic pieces break. Its one of the reasons why she still carries the danish ax with her, although not having the reach of the webstrings, it still helps her climb buildings when the webshooters are destroyed.

Ceramic Cartridges with webfluid Whats it says on the bin. Wolf carries them in one of her beltbags. One of the reasons why Wolf choosed to work as a laysister- beside the fact that she had no money or property to do anything else beside beeing a day-labourer which would still put her in danger of homelessness- is that the convent has rooms, materials and tools she can use for her work and research. After all the nuns are scholars on their own.

Small Leatherpuch with strains of Human Hair worn on a necklace Wolf had been carrying that small pouch around her neck since she had been fourteen years old. Around May of 1212 when Nikolaus Crusade reached the alp the crusade was suppose to cross to reach Genua. Obviously crossing the alps without any food supplies or let alone proper attire ended up in a catastrophe and many of the children either left or died. At this time Wolf had already been traveling with a certaine group of young teenagers with whom she had become friends and for which she had started months ago to steal from and rob people for food for them. The children, very much by now confronted with their own mortality ended up all making such a small pouch with strain of hair of each so in the case they would not survive crossing the alps, a part of them would travel along with their friends.It was also this group of children who brought Wolf into the italian cloister when Wolf fell ill with the pox. Wolf has no idea what had happned with her friends as she was at that time too sick or not able to register what was happening around herself. Years later (1228, Wolf is 30) when Wolf joins Friedrich II as a Medicus and the peace of Jaffa is set, she leaves the small pouch in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

Piece of Walnut-Halva or Hardcheese wrapped in a cloth Wolf has the habit of binge- eating or hamstering food, when she notices that she has no food near. Which is a complete normal and suprisingly mild reaction considering she had been through months of starvation during the Peregrinatio Puerorum. Accordingly, as she had lived with those sympthomes already for over ten years, Wolf usually has a bar of walnut-Halva or hardcheese wrapped in a cloth in her beltbag which she eats of during the day, so she always has the security to have food with her and therefor feels safe.

Ceramicflask with lavenderoil As Wolf had lived years with a Medicus afflicted with leprosy, Wolf had picked up certaine habits. Whenever she goes out of a house or into a new house she washes her hands ( and her feet, because Hansa ain´t raised a barbarian) with a few drops of lavenderoil. Lavenderoil is obviously antibacterial, antifungal, antiseptic and antiphlogistic and had been used since the antike for cleaning, specifically cleaning injuries.

Small bag with Firestriker, Amadou, Flintstone Normal fire-making tools.

Knife, a horn-spoon with a pointed end + ceramicmug with hande hanging on her belt There are no forks in Wolfs time. While she uses the knife for other things (cutting herbs, defending herself, woodcarving), its just in her times normal day-to-day habitus to have the own eating-utensils with her.

Linenepouch with Dried pennyroyal for tea + small Salvadora persica branches Salvadora persica is the toothbrush tree and the branches are used for mouthhygiene. Due to the change in Wolfs skull- after all she had grown six more eyes- she is prone to migraine attacks. Pennyroyal broiled into a tea is good remedy against migraines, so for Wolf it is a important medicine to always carry with her. On a complete sidenote- Pennyroyal is also a contraceptive in the manner while it does not stop concieving, it is a toxin that causes bleeding and contractions that work abortive. It is a obviously a higher dosis of the toxin than used for seasoning and even higher than what Wolf uses for her migraines. Just if anyone is wondering about Wolfs lovelife.

#headcanon #I know if I wanted to be really realistic I should have added linencloth #but she lives in a convent and when she is on her period sh just groans miserably and dramatically #and she is giving linencloth left and right #it ain´t that hard to get ehr hands on that #werspinna

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tunnagan · 2 years

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“Clearly we can’t be trusting these hedgehogs and their friends with powerful chaos emeralds.”

#from the bin | test muse #put them in the other bin. they'll be safe there

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heksbdkshs you’re jock!carol fics give me life, could you do one where jock!carol and the reader have been keeping their relationship a secret and one of those girls that love gossip finds out and like the next day everyone knows ??

You've met soft!jock!Carol. Now it's time for angsty!jock!Carol

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Warning: homophobia (plus slurs), bullying, mentions of declining mental health mild violence and some clique high school douchebags (yes that gets a warning)

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You barely looked up when the paper airplane landed swiftly on your desk in front of you. It was only when you caught a glimpse of the red and blue stripe along the side that you spared it a glance. You prodded it with your pen and dragged it across the desk towards you, feeling a pair of eyes watching you eagerly from the back of the class. You unfolded the note carefully until a small sprawl of letters became visible, barely spelling out the word 'purple'.

You bit back a smile at the message and scrunched it up into a tight ball, throwing it in the bin near your desk before going back to writing your notes. You wanted to turn around and meet the eyes you were certain were staring at the back of your head but you knew you couldn't. It had become routine and you swore it was still the hardest part of your day - pretending you didn't notice her.

The bell in the corridor rung loudly and the second it did everyone in the class got up from their seats, ignoring the final reminders from the teacher at the front. Students swarmed into the corridor and amongst the crowd you lost sight of her for a few short moments until the wave of blonde hair appeared ahead of you where she maneuver to the side to be greeted by others in the same blue jacket. You caught her eye for a split second as you went by but it was no more than that. You wished so much that it could have been longer, that you could confidently stroll down those corridors hand in hand with her. A short hug. A brief kiss. A small smile. Anything. You just wished you could have more than fleeting moments with the blonde.

It felt like you could finally breathe properly when you left the suffocating building. The crowd dispersed into smaller groups while you walked out of the school grounds with a slight trot in your step. The further you went the less people you saw until the streets you walked down were near empty. The small corner shop eventually came into sight and you sped up slightly at the sight of your destination, not spying the red car you were always looking out for but knowing she was somewhere close by, she always got there first.

Instead of going into the corner store, you went through the narrow alleyway besides it and around the back of the store. You weren't in a sketchy part of town and even if you were you wouldn't have been afraid of going down the alley, not when you knew who was around the corner waiting for you. You had told her that last time you were there when she had asked you out of sheer curiosity. Apparently she wanted to challenge that truth.

A pair of hands shot out besides your and covered your eyes in an instant, not giving you any chance to stop it. Before you could even give a startled cry, her body pressed firmly against your back and the familiar smell of vanilla surrounded you. Relaxing in her grip, you felt her sway playfully as she leaned forwards to plant soft kisses along your neck. "Guess who?" She mused and you smiled as you tilted your head back for her.

"Hey, Care Bear." Carol groaned against your neck as she pulled her hands away. "I told you not to call me that." She complained, though her smile betrayed her when she spun you around to face her. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck as she held your waist softly, kissing you with enough passion to tell you she had been missing you too.

"How'd your test go?" Carol asked between kisses as she guided you backwards to lean against the nearest wall.

"Okay, I passed." You said absentmindedly. "How'd your game go?"

"Okay, I won." She copied and you couldn't help but smile faintly.

"That film you wanted to watch is on tonight, at 11. Wanna go?" The Captain asked as she stopped kissing you to talk properly and kept her hold on you so you stayed close.

"There's show times a lot earlier than 11." You laughed but stilled when Carol scrunched up her nose. "What? You don't want to be seen in public with me?" You teased but there was something very genuine to your question. You felt a familiar pang in your chest when Carol's grip loosened and she looked away.

"Y/n, we've talked about this." Your girlfriend sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry." You muttered as you tried to look as unbothered as possible but knew your face gave away the disappointment you felt so intensely. "You know if I could I would go out at all hours with you, where ever you'd want to go. It's just not that simple." It was hard to truly believe those words when your girlfriend sounded so exasperated, like she was having to explain to a child why they couldn't draw on the walls or have candy for breakfast.

"I know." You said because you really did and you felt guilty for bringing it up.

Carol had told you before you had even started dating her that your relationship would have to be secret. You didn't go to the most gay-friendly school for one thing. There were no openly gay couples there and to be honest you didn't have the nerve to be the first. Carol was content on being popular and you were happy staying under the radar with no intentions to change that. Above all Carol believed it would make securing her scholarship a great deal harder. You were never sure if that was just her fears or if it could really affect it but you respected where she was coming from. That didn't stop it hurting. It didn't stop you envying all the couples that got to openly love their partners. You always reminded yourself that keeping your relationship secret took as much of a toll on Carol as it did on you, she was just far better at hiding it. She was good at hiding a lot.

"Is that a no on the movie?" Carol asked with a strong hint of upset in her voice and unintentionally heart wrenching puppy dog eyes.

"11 right? Sounds like we have a lot of time to kill." You smiled wholly as you glanced at the old blanket fort you had built together months ago, right after you had gotten red and blue slushies that you had spilt on one of the blankets inside and stained purple. That wasn't the only thing that was turned purple that day but was the one that seemed to be permanent.

Carol smiled eagerly and wrapped her arms around you tightly again. "I love you, you know that right?" She asked genuinely and you returned her bright smile.

"Always, and I love you too, Care Bear." Carol rolled her eyes but kissed you softly again, treasuring the feeling of your soft lips against hers and the vague taste of the lunch she had discreetly bought you that day.

You swung open your locker door and made to shove as many of your school books inside as you could until you halted at the sight of a small, folded up, piece of paper in the base of your locker. You crammed your books into the tight space and stood as close as you could to it as you unfolded the note, knowing it wasn't for the eyes of the rest of the world. 'East feild field supply shed, lunch' was all it read in the familiarly rushed handwriting. You scrunched the note up and put it in your pocket, locked your locker and made your way down the corridor with a sense of uncertainty in your step. Carol never wanted to meet inside school - it was practically a rule. You would text each other as much as you could and even call if you were lucky, but you were never physically together.

You continued on to the field and walked across as nonchalantly as you could. You only vaguely knew where that specific supply shed was because it was rarely ever used and not to mention half submerged in the woodland bordering part of the field. You glanced around as you neared it and when you were sure no one was near by you dipped behind the back to an awaiting Carol, sat cross legged on the floor and trying to balance a spoon on her nose.

"Hey, are you alright?" You asked hastily as you put your bag down on the floor and stared at your girlfriend in concern.

"Of course I am, you're here." She said simply and held both her hands out to you. You took them with a confused smile as Carol guided you to sit on her lap and cupped your cheek with her hand.

"Are you sure? We don't usually- we never-" Carol pecked your lips to successfully silence you.

"I know, but I missed you too much." She said with a contagious smile. "Really. I just wanted to see you." Your smile grew as you nodded and lent forward slightly to kiss the blonde back.

"I missed you too."

You stayed like that for the rest of your lunch break, enjoying each other's company and embrace as you ignored the rest of the world that wasn't shielded by the old wood around you. It was pretty much perfect. You knew it couldn't become habit so you tried your hardest to just focus on the there and then. Carol seemed to be thinking the same thing, letting her guard down more than she ever had when you had to part days.

The Captain chuckled as she kissed you after backing you into the shed door. You pushed her back lightly with a giggle, feeling giddy from everything happening. "We gotta go." You laughed more when Carol trapped you against the shed, clearly not having any desire to attend her next lesson. "Carol." You scorned, making her pull away only to gaze at you adoringly.

"Okay." She huffed and stepped back to give you space to move. The moment you did she laced your fingers together and held up your hand to her lips, giving the back of it a soft kiss before letting you go. You grinned back at her as you started in opposite directions, your hand still tingling from your girlfriend's soft imprint.

You were both so blissfully unaware of your surroundings you forgot to make a quick check of anyone near by. Neither of you were aware of the eager eyes following both your steps, nor the digital lens that followed with them. However that was something that became very much apparent the next day. The eyes that landed on you as you ventured down the school corridors weren't subtle. They weren't kind either.

You felt like there was a spot light on you everywhere you went and it went on for a while. Some people would look away once you glanced anxiously in their direction while others stared back with a distasteful and all together brutal glare. It was clear that everyone knew something you didn't, something that soon brought your mind to Carol. Where was she?

That was a question you had to wait a while to be answered. Your girlfriend wasn't in any of the few classes you had together, something that wasn't completely unheard of for her but was especially anxiety inducing on that day. It was during lunch break that you finally saw her. You were thrilled and filled with relief when you saw the blonde hair and blue jacketed figure making its way towards you where you sat under a tree on the far edge of the field. However as she got closer and you were able to distinguish the infuriated look upon her face, all the relief drained away. You had seen her angry before. She had been known to have a short fuse and with a team that wasn't the brightest and some games not going the way she would have wanted, you knew what angry Carol entailed. But what you saw that day was something new.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled and you stumbled back a couple of steps in shock.

"W-what?" You fumbled when you realized Carol's new found fury was directed at you.

"What did you do?" She demanded as she advanced to being a short step away from you. Suddenly, having Carol so close didn't hold the comfort it usually did.

"I don't know. I don't know what's going on! Everything was fine until..." you trailed off when the Captain turned her attention to her phone. You glanced between her and the screen, not understanding why she suddenly didn't want to pay you any attention. However, when she showed you her screen your heart dropped. Any other couple wouldn't have minded the picture. They may even have loved it. You and Carol couldn't take a moment to admire the moment that was captured, because you both knew what it meant. You were so close together in the photo, arms tightly around each other as you shared a kiss. You were unbreakable. Were...

"Who... how did they..." You barely managed to speak, feeling far too numb.

"You tell me, y/n." Carol crossed her arms defensively and continued to glare right into your eyes. You thought that hurt more than anything else that had happened that day and honestly ever.

"I didn't do this." You whispered, too shocked to fully comprehend what your girlfriend was accusing you of.

"You wanna rethink that answer? Because this secret has always bothered you a lot more than it has for me." What? You felt sick at hearing her words. You had spent the whole relationship thinking, fooling yourself into believing that it was both sided. How much did she care?

"There was a time you wouldn't fucking shut up about it for two seconds and no matter how many times I explained to you why we couldn't go running around holding hands like goddamn kinder-gardeners you still couldn't get it through your skull that is was the smart decision. Do you not like what's happening today, y/n? Does it upset you?" She gritted in a sickeningly mocking tone that you had never heard before. It was just plain cruel. "Well buckle the fuck up because it's going to get a hell of a lot worse, especially for me. You'll be happy though, won't you? This is what you wanted." Carol finished, chest heaving and eyes ablaze. That was all you could really make it through your teary eyes.

"No this isn't what I wanted." You started to sob as you reached out for Carol's hand but she smacked it away hard. You recoiled in alarm and tried again. "Please Carol, I would never do this. I just wanted what you did." Carol scoffed at your pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, far from believing you in your hysteric state.

"Fuck off." She spat as she gave you one final glare and turned sharply on her heels to leave you were stood. Alone.

"Carol, please!" You begged but the blonde had had enough.

"Stay away from me." She shouted back and you stopped in your tracks, only able to watch her leave.

"No." You whimpered in defeat and dropped to your knees, breaking down in tears as you felt like your world was crumbling around you and there was nothing you could do to fix it. There wasn't even anyone who could help you through it anymore.

Carol was right. Things did get a lot worse after that, in a lot of different ways. Your heartbreak was the worse thing. You spent every moment you weren't in school curled up in bed, soaking your sheets and pillows with tears, scolding yourself for everything that had gone wrong. You knew, deep down, that it wasn't you fault, that it was Carol who was entirely in the wrong but you found it impossible to hate her. It would have been so much easier if you had been able to. It might have hurt less.

School was a much worse place to be. You saw Carol every day but a word was never passed between you. Anytime you caught her eye she looked away quicker than you could read her so it was hard to tell if she still hated you. All you knew was you weren't her favourite person. That was one thing, but the bullying was something else. It was relentless, ranging from everything between graffitied slurs on your locker to being shoved into them. Your grades dropped and your mental health declined with it.

"Move, fag." You gave a low 'oof' as you were tripped into the railings along the stairs. You held your stomach and winced at the instant throbbing pain there. You avoided the eyes you knew were on you but when you risked a glance up you saw the blonde you weren't sure if you were avoiding or not. You held her gaze longer than you had since she had broken your heart, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the undeniable pity written across her face. In that moment you found yourself wanting to go up to her. What you would do or say you weren't sure of, maybe it would have come to you got there.

You took a bold step forwards until you were cut off by a junior who gave you the first friendly smile you had seen in a while. You didn't trust it at all, like it was a mask worn by the devil himself to trick you. "Hey." He greeted. You opened your mouth to speak but you had no clue of what to say. "I just wanted to say I thinks it's pretty cool what you did." He said simply.

"What I did?" You asked slowly and he nodded back with the same smile.

"The picture." He clarified. You clenched your jaw and peered over at the blonde who was still watching you cautiously. "I know it wasn't you choice to have it taken or anything." He rushed when he noticed your defensive stance. "And I can't imagine what you're going through right now." He added with a sympathetic look. "But seeing you guys together in a town that isn't exactly the best place for it has given a lot of us a some hope. Most of the world is becoming more acceptant, it's only a matter of time before things change here too, even if you're not here when it does." He shrugged before getting distracted by someone in the corridor. "Plus you guys are a cute couple." Ouch. He smiled at you and waved at his friend as he made to leave.

"I gotta go but I hope I see you around." You nodded slightly as you pondered his words. You glanced at Carol and was surprised to still see her standing by her locker, it felt like some strange stand off and you wondered if she had heard what the junior had said to you. She wasn't that far away by the corridor was beginning to get crowded and loud.

You made to walk towards Carol but the second you did she took off like a startled deer. You sighed as you watched her go. Maybe it was for the best that you stay out of each other's way after all. Despite whatever the hell had just happened, the blonde's last words to you played as clear as ever in your head. They still made your heart ache as much as it did the first time around.

Things didn't change between you and Carol after that. It was hard, near impossible on some days, but you started to try and get over her. You didn't want to forget and you certainly didn't want to regret it because until the end, your relationship with Carol was the best thing that ever happened to you. Knowing that made it so much harder to move on. Not to mention a large part of you didn't even want to. You loved Carol. Making yourself fall out of love with her was just as difficult as when you had tried to stop yourself falling in love her nearly a year prior.

Given the absence of progress between you and the Captain, you honestly thought you were hallucinating when she called your name one day after school. You spun around in every direction to find her, something that wasn't that hard when she came jogging towards you. "Can we go somewhere more private?" She asked as she glanced at the onlookers. You nodded quickly, your mouth and throat feeling far too dry for you to even attempt to speak.

You walked in an extremely awkward silence towards the field. You were waiting for Carol to speak first and you were hoping she wasn't thinking that you would do the same thing given she had approached you. Unless she had done it on a whim, you really hoped not. It was only when you were alone that she piped up.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out. You glanced at her in surprise, an apology was the last thing you were expecting. "I'm so so sorry. I was so stupid- beyond stupid. What I did was something I promised I never would and I hate myself every moment for it." You stared at the blonde blankly as she continued to ramble away. You had never seen her so frantic and you were so taken off guard by it you didn't have a chance to notice the irony of what was happening and how drastically the roles had been reversed.

"I was just so scared and that's not an excuse I'm just trying to explain." She paused to peer at you properly, waiting to see if you really understood that. You gave her another weak nod. "I didn't know what to do. It felt like I couldn't trust anyone and I got defensive to try and protect myself. I didn't mean any of it. Anything. Especially about not finding the secret hard." That was something you had been longing to hear but once you did you couldn't bring it in yourself to believe her. "There were days I had to stop myself screaming in the corridors or in the cafeteria that I was in love with you. It was even harder not being able to hug or kiss you whenever I wanted to." You listened on intently.

"I just wanted what was best for you and I didn't know what that was." She admitted. You had the sudden strong urge to reach out and hug Carol, but you also wanted to walk away. You didn't get much chance to consider your options because a group of Carol's old friends came sauntering around the corner, eyes lighting up at the sight of you and the Captain.

"Don't stop on our account." One of them snickered.

"If you're gonna dyke out you might as well make a show out of it." Another added. Your skin crawled in discomfort and Carol noticed instantly.

"Fuck off." She spat but the group ignored her.

"You know you probably just haven't had the right dick." The first one said as he eyed you up and down. You backed up and found yourself moving closer to Carol. "I'm sure I could make you straight again." He mused sickeningly and made to grab your wrist but the blonde stepped in front of you.

"I said fuck off. No one wants your two inches, Walker." She challenged and got an instant reaction. He went to swing at Carol but she swiftly kneed him in the groin before he got the chance, barely able to stop herself smirking when he doubled over with a groan. The blonde turned to you and jumped forwards when she saw one of the other boys go to grab you.

"You get the fuck away from her." Acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, Carol swung her fist forwards and caught the jock in the jaw with a crunch. The other boys looked between the two injured and Carol, quickly making their call in grabbing their friends to leave.

Carol turned to you swiftly with worry and concern on every inch of her face. "Are you alright?" She asked as her eyes scanned you for any signs of injury. You gave a shaky yes, avoiding Carol's gaze. "Fuck, this is the kind of thing I was always afraid of, above everything else." She said as she ran a hand through her hair. You caught sight of her red fist and without any thought, took ahold of her hand gently. You ran your fingers over the redness softly, not realizing you were crying until a tear dropped down onto Carol's hand. At the sight of it you broke down crying more.

"Oh ba- y/n." The blonde sighed, heart breaking in smaller pieces at the sight of you. It hurt even more to see when she wasn't sure if she could hug you or not. Luckily for her she didn't have to feel useless for long because you reached out for her and clung onto her jacket as you buried your face into her chest, crying harder. "I've got you. It's okay, they're gone." She cooed. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again." You knew she was thinking of herself more than the boys when she said that.

You stood like that for a while, crying against Carol as she rubbed your back and continued to whisper reassurances to you. "Promise." You hiccuped between sniffles.

"I promise." She said instantly. You slowly pulled away to read Carol properly, watching closely for any tell of a lie and finding none. "Could you give me another chance?" The blonde asked, barely above a whisper as she feared your response. She would respect it entirely if you said no, but she really hoped you wouldn't. "There won't be anymore secrets and I'll never be a dick to you ever again."

"I'm scared." You admitted and Carol nodded tightly as she fought back tears herself.

"Me too." She admitted. "We don't have to stay here." You lifted your head up to look at Carol clearly and she continued. "We could leave, go where ever we want. There's only a couple months left of this shithole."

"A couple months." You repeated. Carol nodded encouragingly, desperate to find a bright side and winning point.

"Could you do a couple more months here?" She asked carefully and you nodded after a few seconds.

"Lets do it." You said with a sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, really?" She laughed lightly and you found yourself doing the same.

"Yeah." You smiled. "I can't stop loving you and I don't want to." Tears started to fall down Carol's cheeks. You cupped her face gently and wiped the tears away with your thumbs. The blonde's own hands held yours as she smiled down at you.

"I love you too." With a sudden, unexpected, burst of confidence, you leaned forwards and kissed Carol longingly. She deepened the kiss instantly and wrapped her arms around your waist to keep you as close as possible, like she never wanted to let you go again.

"Everything's gonna work out." She whispered once she pulled away to rest your foreheads together.

"Of course it is." You smiled softly. "You'll be with me."

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be-gay-do-heists · 3 years

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OKAY finally finished with eliot hand pain hurt/comfort fic, and i couldn’t actually decide whether i preferred it in second or third person POV. this is the version with the third person POV, otherwise nothing is different from the other version !

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Contrary to what the four crazy people he spent his time risking his life for nowadays thought, Eliot didn’t like the pain.

There was nothing cleansing about it, nothing satisfactory. A ringing hit to his jaw didn’t feel like penance. The actual protection aspect was a different story. Standing like a wall between your people and danger, there was nothing that made Eliot’s ribs ache with pleasure like that; a wall didn’t feel, didn’t think, it was just an immutable fact. He was an immutable fact. The problem was that the wall-as-Eliot, or perhaps the Eliot-as-wall, had to become human again sometime after the last man went down and the last dollar bill was stuffed into a duffel. To hurt was human, and not just to hurt but to remember the wound long, long after, for it to live in your knees and wrists and between the vertebrae in your spine. Some days— and this was a product of how long after a job it had been, how hard he had pushed—some days were worse than others. The fact that some days the first sound out of his mouth wasn’t even a groan, but a whine, or worse the half-awake pleading for please please make it stop i’ll do anything just make it stop—

No, Eliot didn’t like the pain.

Comparatively, today was a good day. Today, he could get out of bed. His head and body were blessedly in agreement that it was in his best interests to swing his twinging knees to the side of the mattress, push himself up onto legs that were sore but stable, with arms that shook only slightly. But compared to Eliot’s best days, the ones where except for the old shoulder injury which would never let him forget it and the scar on his hip that put a falter in his giddy-up in all kinds of weather, the days on which except for those he sometimes even forgot the pain, this didn’t hold a candle. Today his hands were so beat and weak that the ache radiated up to his mid-forearm, settled into him all familiar-like and made its home in him.

In the bathroom, Eliot used his wrist to turn on the faucet and stuck his mouth under the water to drink. Holding a cup was off the agenda. His morning routine was interspersed with winces, not unusual for his post-job bathroom adventures, and if it took Eliot longer to shimmy on the sweats he knew he wouldn’t be getting out of today, it made him appreciate the comfort of wearing them a little more.

Going handless was fine until he was face to face with the fridge, and resisting the urge to growl at it, like that would solve anything. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand on the stainless steel handle, testing his grip. A light flex had Eliot drawing it back like the metal had burned him, like someone had snapped a tight clothespin onto each ligament. He took a moment to pace a couple steps, let out a loud but cathartic expletive, and then wedge his hand between the handle and the door so he could open the fridge with his elbow strength. The feeling of triumph behind his collarbone faded quickly as the hitter scanned its contents and realized there was nothing he wanted to eat, or at least nothing he wanted to hold and eat. The thought of grasping a fork brought another growl to his throat, and he slammed the fridge door to stomp to the couch and throw himself down, cradling his hands in his lap.

Eliot knew the drill: in an hour, he would grit his teeth and get to up to try and fumble open his bottle of painkillers, and if he succeeded, he would wait another hour for them to truly kick in so he could handle the tv remote, put on whatever game was on, and vegetate on the couch until further notice. The phone he had left on the nightstand rang loudly, fully audible from the other room, blaring out the chorus to “Macho Man” that Hardison had put as his ringtone and Eliot hadn’t figured out how to get rid of yet. If it was important, whoever it was would call again, so he ignored it. His ire rose when the same noise sang out from the bedroom a couple minutes later, a bit-off groan escaping from his clenched teeth as he levered himself up to get to it as fast as he could, awkwardly accepting the call and maneuvering the phone between his shoulder and ear. “What?”

“Man, we haven’t heard from you since we split yesterday, I thought we were gonna get a beer downstairs last night?”

He rubbed his eyes with his wrist, frustrated that he had forgotten he was supposed to get together with Hardison the night before. Getting home, washing the sweat and blood off, and falling into bed had seemed like the only goal in his mind. “Look, sorry, I’ve been busy. And if this ain’t important, you—“

“Bullshit. Absolute bullshit, you’re using your tough-guy, bullshit voice. And you actually apologized, so something is double wrong.”

Eliot snarled. “I don’t have— Hardison, I don’t know what you’re talking about, just leave me alone.”

“Too late, we’re already at your place.”

Before he could open his mouth, his doorbell rang, drawing a groan from him. If he was correct about who the “we” was, it seemed silly to even ring it. His suspicions were confirmed thirty seconds later as the door clicked open anyways and Parker and Hardison came in, having the decency to at least look slightly sheepish. Eliot had already moved back to the couch, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he growled.

“Excuse us for being worried about your wellbeing, Mr. Suffer-In-Silence,” Hardison scoffed.

Parker leapt onto the couch cushion next to him. “We thought you might have been captured by ninjas.”

“You would know if I had been captured by ninjas,” Eliot muttered. “It’s a very dis— look, you’ve seen that I’m not kidnapped, it’s our day off, can you please leave and let me rest.”

“You still owe us a hangout from last night!” Parker chirped. “Don’t worry, we won’t stay long.” She vaulted back over the couch to go rummage through his snack cabinets, getting into the granola bin by the sound of it. Eliot made a note to restock it before she came back next.

When he next opened his eyes, Hardison was lightly sitting on his coffee table, looking at the hands still resting in the hitter’s lap. “What’s up with your hands, Eliot?”

Eliot’s first instinct was to deflect. He trusted his team, sure, but this was different. They weren’t supposed to know that he had these days. That he wasn’t invulnerable. “Nothing’s wrong with them, stop sitting on my coffee table.”

“Mhm mhm, sure,” Hardison said. “Go like this for me?” He wiggled his fingers in a “hey sailor” kind of fashion. Before Eliot could tell him just what he thought about that, Parker’s ponytail swung into the side of his face, the thief reaching down to poke one of his hands faster than he could stop her.

By the time Eliot was able to refocus and pull himself back from the whiteout of pain, Parker and Hardison were looking at him with open concern, the hacker leaning back slightly, a little pale. Eliot thought he might have howled; he wasn’t sure. Both his hands were clenched tightly to his chest, wrists together, arms outward, wishbone shaped. He felt just as brittle as one, with their stares on him. He summoned the anger from his throat, the only weapon at his disposal (only half-expecting that it would work, always defenseless when it came to their prodding).

“Can you leave me the hell alone now?”

Hardison looked at him, taking his time formulating his thoughts, but it was Parker who spoke. “Nope.” Eliot turned to her where she was perched on the couch. “You get hurt taking care of us. Now you let us take care of you.”

Eliot looked at Hardison pleadingly, hoping he at least would take pity on him and let him wallow by himself. The hitter wanted to hide like the trap-escaped, half-dead badger whose den he had accidentally put his foot into half a lifetime ago in the Italian Alps, earning him an earful of hissing that scared the shit out of him. He wondered if he seemed as belligerent as that now.

Hardison just shrugged and smiled gently. “Hey, you heard the woman.” He leaned forward slightly, just enough in Eliot’s space to let him feel his warm presence without crowding. “Couldn’t get rid of us if you tried.”

He didn’t want to try, was the thing. It was only that it wasn’t their job to take care of him. It was his to take care of them. They just seemed to be wholly unaware of this.

“You taken anything for those yet?” Hardison asked, pointing at his hands. He hummed at Eliot’s slight head shake. “Thought so. Which ones?”

“White bottle, red pills. Only need a half,” Eliot mumbled, slouching. Parker was already up and heading to the bathroom.

“We need to get something you can actually open when this happens, some kind of spring-loaded catch maybe,” Hardison mused. “Alright, let me see them.” He patted his legs, frowning at Eliot’s growl. “C’mon, none of that. I know they hurt, I’ll be really, really gentle. I won’t even touch without asking.”

Eliot looked him in the eye for the sincerity he already knew would be there, the eagerness to help that (damn him) was one of his favorite traits of Hardison’s. Hesitantly, he extended his hands, rolling his eyes at the hacker scooting forward to offer his knees to rest them on.

“I assume you got antiseptic and ointment on these knuckles already, so totally disregarding those, even though it sucks. Nothing broken?”

“No, just. Aches. Like a son of a bitch. Can’t make a damn fist. Happens sometimes.”

Parker bounded back in, armed with a glass of water and half a pill in her open hand. “So no jobs for a while. Easy, I’ll tell Nate. Open up.” With a scowl, Eliot took the medication from her fingers with his teeth (gently, gently), and let her raise the glass to his lips, nearly choking as she tipped it a little eagerly, and choking for real when Hardison said, “Whoa, woman, let him swallow.”

“It’s not just the last job, Park, it’s jobs two years ago, or five, or ten,” Eliot managed, once he had his breath back. “Part of the package that comes with the lifestyle. It just happens sometimes, don’t matter what schedule we’re on.”

She frowned. “Still. We shouldn’t be doing jobs if you’re hurt. Nate should know that.”

Hardison leaned forward a little more while he was distracted trying to find the right response to that, that they wouldn’t be doing any jobs at all if that were the case, that Nate trusted him to get the job done no matter what, reaching out to his forearm and stopping just a hair’s breadth shy of touching. The hitter froze, and Hardison did too, meeting his eyes. “It’s ok. I’m just trying something out. Is it alright if I touch you here?” At his tiniest of nods, the hacker placed his fingertips on his arm, rubbing circles so lightly that Eliot almost couldn’t feel it. “Let me know where it starts to hurt, okay?” Hardison applied the slightest pressure as he added his other hand and lightly started rubbing down his forearm. When he got to his wrist, Eliot couldn’t help the strangled noise that partly escaped through his nose, high and strained. Hardison moved away from there immediately, going back to tracing soothing, gentle patterns. “You’re ok, you’re ok. I can work with this, no problem. Where do you keep your hot pads, man?”

“Bathroom, lower right drawer,” Eliot grit out. Parker was zipping off to get it and warm it up before he could even process. Hardison applied a little more pressure with his fingertips, rubbing the meat of his forearm. Eliot breathed out long and slow at how good it felt once the initial ache had ebbed.

“I want to try giving you a hand massage, but I don’t wanna hurt you more than it would help,” Hardison said, pausing slightly. “You up for it? I’m not gonna pressure you either way.”

Eliot’s thoughts stuttered, and then bolted in different directions. The feeling that he didn’t deserve this, that this was too much to ask, which had been simmering this whole time leapt to life again. It joined with the wounded, snarling animal part of him that still wanted to hide, burrow down with the covers over his head until his pain faded into the muted background noise of the world. He didn’t even know if a hand massage would work, might make the pain worse.

But it might be nice, a small, hopeful part of him murmured. Eliot couldn’t remember the last time he had been offered something like this, let alone the last time he had taken the person up. If there was anyone he trusted to do it, if there was anyone he wanted to receive it from, it was these two. How could he refuse them even he wasn’t fully on board with what they were suggesting?

“Sure, just…” Eliot said as Parker returned with the hot pad, pausing from tossing it hand to hand like a hot potato to fix her stare on him. He licked his lips, swallowed around a dry throat. “Just be gentle.”

“I will,” Hardison said earnestly, taking the hot pad from Parker to gently maneuver it under Eliot’s hands, resting on his knees. Eliot tensed slightly as the thief leapt up onto the back of the couch, perching above his head, but otherwise relaxed as the warmth of the hot pad started to loosen the ache in his hands. Hardison started where he had before, applying the slightest pressure to the hitter’s forearm. Parker ran her fingertips lightly through his hair, humming.

“Your hair is kinda wonky,” she said, fingers catching on a tangle. Eliot winced.

“That’s what happens when you go to bed without brushing it properly, you know that,” he grumbled, breath hitching as her fingertips grazed his scalp. His breath stuttered again as Hardison’s hands started working towards the sore meat of his wrist. Eliot’s hand began to shake.

“It’s ok baby, I got you,” Hardison murmured under his breath, more soothing sound than words. Eliot cracked open an eye to see him looking between his hands and his phone, playing a video where it was propped on his thigh.

“Man, are you watching hand massage tutorials right now?” he gritted out, doing a poor job of masking his genuine amusement with frustrated disbelief.

The hacker tapped his index finger against Eliot’s arm lightly. “I’ve been watching videos dude; think you’re so slick, tryna hide your hand pain from me. I just wanna make sure I get it right in real time.”

Parker’s fingers running through Eliot’s hair more boldly silenced any follow-up thoughts he had, mind going fuzzy with how good it felt. Without thinking, he insistently pushed his head up further into her touch, making her laugh. The sound reverberated in his chest, leaving him longing to hear it again. Instead a half-whine left his throat as Hardison probed the bottom of Eliot’s palm, the ache drawing him back to full awareness.

The hacker backed off for a moment. “Sorry, sorry. You still cool to keep going?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eliot breathed shakily.

“Just tell me if there’s anyplace else that needs to be handled more delicately, or you don’t want me going at all,” Hardison said, putting his clever hands to Eliot’s again and taking up his gentle, slow pace. Parker’s fingers had paused in his hair a second, but went back to running through it again, scratching his scalp on every other pass.

Slowly, slowly, the vice of pain on Eliot’s hands started to dissipate, bone by bone, finger by finger. He don’t know how long he sat there in a haze, as Hardison and Parker patiently touched him, fixated on the single task of caring for him. The thought made the tender space behind his breastbone twinge. When he surfaced from the half-asleep contentment of their efforts, the television was on, Star Trek playing at the lowest volume. Eliot grunted, lifting his head from the couch to look at the two of them sitting beside him, grinning at his movements. Hardison’s warm hand was still in his, but instead of massaging he was just holding it softly.

“Hey sleepy,” teased Parker, throwing herself over Hardison to get closer and forcing an “Oof!” out of him.

Eliot looked down to his hands, flexing one experimentally, in disbelief at how the ache had faded to an almost imperceptible hum. With the other he tightened his fingers around Hardison’s hand, moving his thumb lightly over his.

“Hey,” Eliot simply said back, a real smile rising to his lips.

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otome0heart · 2 years

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[Fanfic] Stay (Victor)

Finally, after months of writer’s block for several reasons, I could create a new story, and you can’t imagine how that made me feel yesterday... Writing is a very important part of my life and I feel really frustrated when I can’t express myself through it. But let’s not go into negative things, I’m really happy!

I wrote this after finding a list of kisses prompts by @creativepromptsforwriting and hopefully, I’ll be able to fill a few more of them, as my intention is to set a writing routine.

Title: Stay

Genre: Fluff with a hint of angst (very very small)

Prompt: 1# Goodnight kisses

Words: 1985

Notes: Tagging @times-muse-immemorial as she requested (she’s really sweet and talented, go and read her!). If you see any mistake, please tell me so I can correct it (as you know, English isn’t my native language). I hope you enjoy this little piece ^^

STAY

Victor opened the door of his house and with a tired sigh entered and left his suitcase at the door, taking off his face mask and throwing it in the bin he kept in a discreet place under the hall furniture since the pandemic had hit them.

It had been a tiring business trip, longer than he had expected, with meetings every day, sometimes postponed by quarantined partners or appointments to be tested; what was going to be just a few days had become almost three weeks away covering both that and his own company too, handling projects and online videoconferences after returning to his hotel. But finally, he was home and just in time for a three-day national holiday, which he had already planned to the smallest detail to please a certain someone. Deep down, it was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment, but he knew that her smile would be the best medicine for his weary soul, and despite knowing she would drag him to every single sight, monument and restaurant of the city they were going to visit, he was already looking forward to their trip.

He took out his mobile phone and sent her a brief text to let her know he was finally in Loveland, and surprisingly, the familiar tone of her phone notifications sounded a few meters away. As he realised now, there was a faint light coming out of his ground floor living room, and he headed towards there.

The room was dark except for the screen of a laptop on top of the low table in front of the sofa and a curled up silhouette. Victor let out a sigh and then, entered at the same time the figure lifted her face. He turned on the lights and the young woman smiled at him brightly. She had taken off her shoes and wrapped herself in a small blanket he usually kept in one of the cupboards under the television.

“What are you doing here?”

Her smile turned into a pout and she lowered her feet to the floor.

“What a nice greeting… I’m here to welcome you back, of course.”

He hummed softly as an acknowledgement, and walked to her side, taking a look at the screen of her laptop, seeing that she had been watching a video about kittens, probably the last of a long list. Beside her, he now could see that Pudding was sticking his head from under the blanket, fixing his blue eyes on him, mewing softly as a ‘hello’.

“It’s very late. You should be home, sleeping.”

“I knew you were coming back today” she said, standing up and letting the blanket fall on the seat to avoid uncovering Pudding. “And I thought that a dark empty house would be too lonely for a greeting. Besides, Pudding was quite restless, I think he sensed your return. And I worked overtime too, so-.

“You’re going to be left out of excuses.”

“They’re not-” she sighed impatiently, frustrated. “Forget it.”

He let himself fall on the sofa, next to the cat and caressed his head absentmindedly. Pudding started a low purring and wiggled under the blanket to guide his fingers to the side of his neck. Her eyes followed his movements and he thought he could read some disappointment in them. However, it was only for a brief moment as she turned her gaze away and smoothed her skirt with one hand, bending slightly to close her laptop. He had to supress a small smile at what looked like a spark of jealousy.

“Do you want to eat something? I could fix something light in a few minutes.”

“Don’t worry” he stood up. “I ate in the plane” he passed her and went to the drawer where he kept his car key when he was away.

“I’ll drive you home.”

She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again, and Victor frowned slightly. For some reason, she was acting a bit strange. He had told her countless times to be straightforward with him, to express what she wanted but it seemed that she was still struggling with her words and actions towards him. Then, he felt a tugging on the back of his jacket.

“Are you angry?” his eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to her, who was looking at him with a slightly sad expression. “Don’t you want me here?”

“What in the world made you say that?” he asked, facing her.

“I know you must be exhausted after such a difficult trip but I thought you’d be happy to see me. However-”

“I am” he interrupted her, pausing in front of her. “But you told me you had a rough week too with the filming you just wrapped up today. And tomorrow we’re getting on the train really early. I want you to sleep properly and be ready for our holiday.”

She tilted her head, watching him carefully and then breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling slowly.

“I think we should call it off, the trip I mean…”

He gave her a confused frown, a thin line appearing between his brows which very few times she had seen.

“Are you angry?” he asked back her same question from a minute before, and she shook her head.

“Victor, you’re exhausted and stressed. You probably slept just the minimum hours you need to function or even less and I bet you ate whatever suited your routine that day, nutritious or not” she put a hand on his cheek, rubbing his skin lightly with her thumb. “I know you like to keep your promises, and that I was really enthusiastic about our trip, but you don’t have to go to such lengths for me. I’m just happy being with you.”

She leant forward and pressed her forehead to his chest. For a moment, Victor seemed a bit taken aback. He was used to taking care of her, watching carefully each little change in her demeanour, hearing the slightest nuance in her voice and reading her like an open book. As perceptive as he knew she was, Victor also thought his poker face and his shield of strength could still conceal certain things from her, but it seemed she was starting to master the art of seeing through them. He did not like to show weakness in front of her but maybe this time, it would not be so bad. The idea of resting at home was too appealing to resist much. He breathed, his shoulders sagging a bit, and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her mould into him, her hands sliding around his waist.

“Are you sure you don't want to go to all those places and try that food you were ranting about with stars in your eyes for so many days?”

She nuzzled into his vest, her hold tightening.

“Your cooking and Souvenir are much better than all the Michelin-star restaurants in the world and their chefs together.”

He chuckled lowly and combed her hair with his fingers, eliciting a content sigh from her. He let himself bask in that small moment in Time, his exhaustion and the pressure in his heart easing up. That was happiness, pure and simple. They did not need exciting experiences, trips or expensive items to feel it, just sharing a physical and spiritual bond in that silent living room in the middle of the night was enough. And if she was happy just with that, so was he.

Somewhere in the house, a clock struck half past eleven. It was late, both of them should already be resting but neither of them wanted to let go.

“Will you stay?”

Victor’s voice was low, only for her ears despite both being the only people in the house and the young woman swallowed. It sounded intimate and gentle, but also with a hint of something that very rare times Victor let out. He played so many roles in her life, and she had to put so many limits depending on the situation, the place or the time, that sometimes she forgot that behind the cold-hearted capitalist, her boss, her saviour, her best friend, her mentor, her safe haven and her boyfriend, he was also an ordinary man, flesh and blood with a strong-beating heart against hers, who could be vulnerable and who needed support too. Feeling her cheeks burn as white-hot iron, she nodded into his shirt.

Without a word, he separated from her, touching her jaw lightly, and turned off the lights. Then, he took her hand and in silence, they climbed the flight of stairs, dimly lit by the city lights which entered through the enormous floor to ceiling windows, passing by the loft and crossing the living room to go up to the last floor of the house. The carpet cushiouned their steps and only their breath could be heard in the corridor, deep and serene his, rapid and shallow hers, and she made a mental note to start doing more exercise, or maybe join his morning jogs.

As they stopped in front of the guest room nearest his own bedroom, he turned to her, his features half-hidden by the shadows projected in the corridor by the tree branches in the light of the lampposts scattered through the garden.

“Well, goodnight” he whispered, and she smiled, answering the same.

He seemed to doubt for a moment, but then, leant over and she met him halfway, standing on her tiptoes, in a tender kiss. His lips were slightly rough, probably because of the changes of temperature during his trip but still warm and familiar. The chaste touch lingered for a few seconds and they parted, but only for a moment before their mouths pressed together again, his free hand resting on the small of her back to bring her closer, her fingers gripping the lapel of his jacket. It was as if time had stopped, though she knew it had not happened, as far away she could faintly hear the rumour of the leaves as a soft breeze passed through them. However, his warmth and his taste were the only things she could think about, and how she had missed him for those two weeks, and the idea of parting again, even if it was just for a night and with only a wall between them became unbearable.

He broke the kiss slowly, almost reluctant. Her sole presence there was so intoxicating, so soothing for his mind and spirit that his body was starting to relax after so many days alert and moving mostly on adrenaline and willpower, drawing strength from nowhere, and he felt slightly lightheaded, like floating on a cloud. However, a part of him was also on tension to avoid leaning too much on her and crushing her under his weight.

“Goodnight” he repeated in her ear just before standing to his height, his back and shoulders straightening despite feeling heavy.

“Goodnight” she murmured back, though he could clearly see in her eyes the plea for him to stay. “Sleep well…”

He nodded, and though his mind compelled him to move with promises of a soft bed and the familiar smell of lavender of his sheets, his body craved her warmth and the scent of her skin mixed with her floral perfume and refused to move.

Finally, his heart gave him the words.

“Do you-?”

“Yes” she whispered back, interrupting his question.

He tugged at her hand with a smile drawing across his lips and she followed him with light steps and the bubbly sound of a giggle in her throat.

“I promise I’ll be quiet as a mouse and I won’t move an inch to let you sleep soundly tonight.”

He chuckled as he opened the door to his bedroom.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what a certain dummy will do.”

THE END

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F I N A L G I R L | T W O

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

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pairing: billy loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), drinking, implied smut, genuine S M U T, rough oral, thigh-riding, unprotected sex, all that fun stuff.

Billy couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

Not that he ever really could – and who could blame him, really – but tonight? Tonight, you were on a whole other level.

Stu’s house was packed to the brim with people, too fucking packed for Billy’s liking, but he’d make do. He might have wanted nothing more than to ditch the party, throw you over his shoulder, and have his way with you all night long but he couldn’t exactly do that. Not the first two, at least. But the second he could escape, he would, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t getting his hands on you tonight.

Maybe it was your little talk in the cornfield last night or maybe it was on account of that goddamn Halloween costume you were wearing but Billy was ready to have you all to himself. He needed to have you all to himself tonight.

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen you in your cheerleading uniform before, in fact, he’d seen you in it a thousand times prior to tonight but the way you wore it tonight made him harder than he could fathom. The skirt was hiked shorter than usual making you appear all the leggier in your white knee-high socks and tennis shoes and the though the top hadn’t changed all that drastically it, like the rest of you, was covered in fake blood. There were drops of crimson corn syrup, now long dried, dripping from those perfect lips of yours and continuing down your throat until bleeding into the material of your cropped cheerleading top. The sliver of skin showing your abdomen had a single bloodied handprint on it as well and your thighs, those gorgeous fucking thighs of yours, had a few more messy handprints that seemed to trail up your leg before disappearing beneath the hem of your skirt.

He was in agony watching you carry on laughing with Tatum from across the room. You had no right to look that fucking good tonight, not when Sidney was directly beside him idly talking to Randy about some stupid fucking test that he couldn’t bring himself to care about.

How could he focus on anything besides you tonight?

“Your girl’s looking hot tonight,” Stu chimed in quietly, smirking knowingly across the room towards where you and Tatum stood. “All that blood. All that leg.” He made a purring sound and grinned. “You going to be able to keep it in your pants until tonight?”

“Subtlety, dickmunch,” Billy growled. “Try it sometime.”

Throwing his hands up in mock surrender, Stu giggled and sprung across the room towards where you and Tatum were. Without missing a beat, Billy watched Stu throw Tatum over his shoulder, much to her chagrin, before running back to Billy, Sid, and Randy. Shooting Billy a wink, Stu mouthed a quick ‘you’re welcome’ before carefully plopping Tatum onto her feet. Sure enough, there you were, following the happy couple with a smile on your face as you joined them.

“Whole party just saw your girlfriend’s ass, numb nuts,” you laughed, playfully smacking Tatum’s ass. “Cute panties though, girl, take me next time. I’ll pick myself up a pair.”

Tatum grinned and cozied herself into Stu’s side. “Deal,” she chuckled, battling with the fake vampire teeth in her mouth. With a groan, she took them out and chucked them into the trash bin a few feet away. “Remind me again why I thought that would be a good idea.”

“So, you’re a vampire,” Randy mused, eyeing her all-black attire. “That checks out. You’ve got the personality down pat.”

Stu furled his brows as his girlfriend smacked Randy’s chest. “We’re both vampires, idiot, isn’t it obvious? I’m wearing a fucking cape.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Randy rolled his eyes and glanced around the circle of friends surrounding him. “The rest of you I got right off the bat. Sid’s a witch, Billy’s a moody looking skeleton boy and Y/N is a dead cheerleader.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you clicked your tongue and pointed your beer bottle towards him in mock-outrage. “I’m not a dead cheerleader, Randy, I’m a demonic cheerleader. There’s a difference.”

“Oh, so you’re just a regular cheerleader, then.” Randy teased. When all he got was another smack to the chest, he surrendered. “Alright, alright. What’s the difference?”

“Well, for one,” you shrugged, “I’m not the victim. I’m the bad guy.”

“Bad guy, huh?” Billy piped in, watching you with that heavy stare of his. “What makes you so bad?”

“I eat boys,” you simply said, holding his purposeful gaze.

The corners of Billy’s lips raised in a small smirk at the innuendo but rather than let on, he simply ducked his head down and ran a hand through his hair. You were playing with fire tonight and it was obvious to him that you knew as much.

You’d definitely pay for that later on.

“Well, I think you look hot,” Sid smiled. “Blood and all.”

“Thanks, Sid,” you smacked on a smile and took a rather hasty gulp of beer. “You’re look like a babe tonight, too.”

“Thanks,” she flushed and looked down at her red dress. “It’s Tatum’s dress, I was scared it was going to be a little much on me.”

“Just enough,” you corrected with an honest smile. With your mouth suddenly dry and your guilt at an all-time high, you licked your lips and gave her a wink. “Billy’s a lucky guy.”

Leaning into Billy’s lean frame, Sid tilted her head up and placed a quick kiss to the side of his mouth. Averting your eyes immediately to the island between you and the doting couple, you tried not to let your discomfort show as you polished off the rest of your beer. That never got an easier to watch, no matter how much reassurance you got from Billy on the matter. At the end of the day, you were in love with Billy Loomis all the while being best friends with Sidney Prescott, his extraordinarily kind and sweet girlfriend. It was bound to be a tough pill to swallow.

From across the kitchen island, you caught Stu’s eye and for a brief moment, you saw a something eerily close to pity flicker across his face. Clearing your throat, you shook your empty bottle at the group and nodded towards the garage. “Anybody need a refill?”

“Yeah, sure,” Stu shrugged. “There’s a whole other keg in there actually. Be a dear and grab it?”

“A keg?” You snorted. “Who am I? The Hulk?”

Stu’s grin was cheeky as he nodded towards the garage. “Billy’ll help,” he simply said, squeezing Billy’s shoulder. “And hurry up, would you? Crowd’s getting thirsty.”

Rolling your eyes, you glanced at Billy briefly before nodding down the hall. “Come on, lover boy.” You teased, smiling apologetically at Sid who appeared none the wiser. “Be back in a sec.”

The hall leading down to the garage was crowded and full of your classmates dressed to the nines for Halloween. A few of the girls you were friends with smiled at you as you walked by, as did some of the guys, but the only thing you could focus on was the weight of Billy’s stare on your ass as you walked ahead of him. Sure, you mighthave been swinging your hips a little more than you should have been, but who could blame you? You were buzzed and Billy looked stupidly good tonight in his leather jacket and skeleton make-up. Even if said skeleton makeup was mostly gone from the amount of times he’d unwittingly rubbed at his face over the course of the night.

Pushing the door to the garage open, you held it open for Billy and shot him a brief smile as he walked into the chilly garage before closing the heavy door behind him. Walking down the steps towards the giant keg, you glanced over your shoulder and nearly laughed at the smouldering look he was giving you atop those steps. Turning around to face him fully, you gestured to the doorknob. “That thing have a lock on it?”

“Why?” He asked, leering. Slowly, he descended the steps towards you. Every step he took was agonizingly slower than the last but, being just as stubborn as he was, you remained firmly rooted in place with your own small smile in tow. “What would you have me do to you that would require a lock?”

“Who says you’d be doing anything?” You asked. “I’m the one who eats boys, remember?”

With a growl, he snaked his arms around your hips and pulled you into him. You could feel his budding erection through his jeans as he leaned down and nipped the base of your neck. The moan that escaped your lips on account of feeling his teeth dragging along your pulse point filled the empty garage and made Billy smile into the sensitive flesh. “Look at you in this fucking outfit. You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Who’s teasing?” You asked. Reaching down, you gently squeezed him through his jeans and smirked when he swore under his breath. “I have every intention of following through.”

He kissed you hard and raked his fingernails up your bare thigh. The fake blood adorning your body might have been bone dry at this point in the night, but as he slid his hand beneath your skirt and rubbed his finger along the lace of your thong, a throaty laugh escaped his lips. You were so fucking wet. “Someone could come in here any second,” he whispered, pushing his finger beneath the material of your thong. The hiss that tore out of your throat sent him into a frenzy as he pinched your clit. “That get you wet, sweetheart? Knowing someone could walk in on us while I fuck you silly?”

“Billy,” you groaned, instinctually spreading your legs a little more to allow him full access to your slicked folds. “Lock the fucking door.”

“No,” he sucked at your bottom lip. “I want the whole fucking house to see us.”

Despite every rational part of your brain pleading with you to pull away from the infuriating man, you couldn’t. Not with how good he tasted on your lips and certainly not with his methodical fingers rubbing and pinching at your clit.

But two could play at that game.

Uncurling your fingernails from his shoulders, you got to work on his belt. Within seconds, it was gaping open as you fiddled with the button of his jeans and zipper before tugging them just far enough down his thigh for his cock to spring free. Biting down on his lip, you gave him a firm tug. “Lock. The. Fucking. Door. Loomis.”

You heard him laugh under his breath as he backed you into the keg. Once the back of your knees hit the coolness of the metal, you lost your footing and fell back against the piping along the top. The tap managed to hit you right on the tailbone, causing fireworks to explode behind your eyes, but with Billy’s deft hands still working your clit into a frenzy, you couldn’t bring yourself to care all that much. Stepping between your thighs, Billy’s hard cock danced across your wet folds as he tugged your underwear to the side. Your entire body was prepared to feel that familiar rush pure ecstasy that always followed that first, messy thrust. You were desperate for it in that moment, you craved it. But just as the tip teased its way down from your clit to your entrance, the garage door creaked open to reveal Stu’s handsome but mischievous face.

“Knew it,” he pretended to giggle as he quickly slid into the garage, being sure to shut it after to ensure nobody else saw the two of you. “Part of me thought ‘no way, they wouldn’t do it in my garage’ but the rest of me knew better. And, here you are.”

Swearing under his breath, Billy stepped away from you and ensured you were covered up entirely as he re-did his pants and belt. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

Between being caught up in the heated moment and feeling both shame and guilt for being caught, your cheeks must have been the colour of the devil himself as you ambled back onto your feet.

“Cock-block, asshole, the guy who just saved you from your girlfriend walking in on the two of you,” he casually waved it off, “I go by many names.”

“Shit,” you groaned, “how long were we gone for?”

“Not long,” Stu shrugged. “She just thought you two might need help seeing as how you were taking a few minutes.” He grinned. “Seems like you two kids had it all figured out, though.”

“Fuck-off for a second, would you?” Billy sighed and ensured Stu had turned around before looking back at you. Not wasting another second, he gently cradled your face and brushed something off of the tip of your nose. “White face paint,” he explained. Once he was sure it was gone, he leaned in and placed a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry about this.”

“Should have locked the door, Loomis,” you reminded him with a wink. Fixing your skirt, you walked back towards the steps and nodded towards the keg. “I’ll let you two carry that behemoth into the kitchen.”

Sliding past Stu, you opened the garage door and re-entered the crowded hallway. No one looked suspicious of you as you crept out and even when you re-joined Tatum and Sid – Randy having since left to tail some blonde chick in his algebra class – you simply smacked on a grin and asked them what you’d missed.

“Where’s Thing One and Thing Two?” Tatum asked, glancing over your shoulder.

“The keg’s a beast,” you simply said, “Stu showed up to help so I figured I’d leave it to them. Machismo bull-shit and all that.”

You hated how easy it was to lie to them. The guilt was still there, the guilt was always there, but over time the lying had become almost second nature to you. You could have a girl’s night with Sid, watch shitty movies all night long, and then proceed to fuck her boyfriend at two in the morning as she was sound asleep back home. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair.

And yet as Billy and Stu moseyed into the kitchen with the keg in tow, the look Billy gave you was enough to silence the swell of guilt boiling to the surface of your gut. It wasn’t a smoulderingly sexy look, not even an irritated look from having been cock-blocked by his best friend. No, this look was something different. Something softer, gentler, than the Billy everybody else knew so well. This look was one he’d reserved just for you. It was same look you got when he was half-asleep at three in the morning, groggily smiling across at you as though you’d hung the moon. The same one that seemed to take you in and memorize you as though half-expecting you to disappear before his very eyes. It was a look of pure wonderment, pure sincerity.

“You girls want to play beer pong?” One of the guys from the hockey team asked as you, Tatum and Sid watched the pair struggle.

“Yes,” the answer was out of your mouth before you had time to register the request. Dragging Tatum and Sid towards the dining room table, you shot one final glance at Billy before focusing ahead.

You were going to slip-up if he kept looking at you like that.

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You’d barely managed to scrape all of the fake blood off of your face when you heard the familiar thud of your bedroom window. You were still dressed in your bloodied cheer uniform and the bloodied handprints smearing up your thighs and along your abdomen were still ever-present as you popped your head out of your washroom only to find Billy casually sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Couldn’t have waited until after I showered?” You asked with a small frown. “I look like Carrie from the neck down.”

Smirking, he pushed himself off of your bed and sauntered over towards you. He had since cleaned the skeleton make-up off of his face and the leather jacket had long been shed, but he still looked handsome as ever grinning across at you.

“I was hoping I’d catch you before you changed,” he admitted.

You raised your eyebrow and leaned against the doorway. “And why’s that?”

He said nothing at first, simply just reached forward to scrape his thumbs against your nipples which were pressing firmly against the thin material of your top. “Just because it’s after midnight doesn’t mean Halloween has to be over,” he slid his hands beneath the hem of your shirt and tugged it over your head. In nothing more than your skirt and knee-high socks, Billy’s calloused hands began to squeeze your bare breasts all the while never breaking eye contact. “Figured the demonic cheerleader might want to get one last kill in for the night.”

You hummed your approval as he pinched at your nipples. “And you’re volunteering yourself?”

Billy smirked and leaned down towards your chest to allow his mouth to consume your nipple. His expert tongue swirled along the sensitive nub a few times before devouring it entirely. Sucking and pinching and biting at your breasts, you barely noticed him steer you towards your bed until the soft material of your blankets were bawled into tensed fists.

“Billy,” you moaned, eyeing him through half-lidded eyes as he teased your nipples. “Fuck. Get up.”

Not listening to you whatsoever, he continued his assault on your tits before you finally gave his cock a firm squeeze from outside of his jeans. “Billy,” you repeated. When his cloudy stare caught yours, you cocked your head to the side and pat the mattress. “Get on the bed.”

With a smirk, Billy released your nipple before clambering onto the edge of the bed. Hitching your skirt up your thighs, you climbed over his lap and straddled him. His hungry eyes swallowed you up as you leaned into his face, your hair fell around you like a blanket, shielding you both away from everything around you as you very slowly tugged his head up to place a kiss to his nose.

His hands were on you immediately. They skimmed down your arms and waist and hips before giving your ass a long, firm squeeze. “You’re fucking perfect.”

You smirked and lowered yourself further down onto his lap so your clit was overtop his jean-clad thigh. “Shut-up,” you teased, slowly sliding back and forth atop his strong thigh. “Kiss me.”

With a quiet laugh, he craned his neck up to capture your lips as you continued to rock back and forth on his thigh. He wasted no time in hiking your skirt further up your body to allow him better access to your bare ass to which he hungrily massaged and grabbed. Moaning into his mouth, you felt his one of his hands wander from your ass and up your waist before giving your naked breast another firm squeeze. His mouth hungrily enveloped your breast as you gently flung your head back. Between the sensation of his tongue on your nipple and the feel of your clit scraping against his strong, muscular thigh, you were in heaven.

But fair was fair. If he wanted to be your ‘last kill of the night’? The very least you could do was play along.

Throwing your head back in ecstasy as he gently bit and sucked at your pert nipple, you reached down and unbuckled his belt. Your movements were frenzied as you worked on undoing his jeans next, and when you finally managed to undo his zipper, you unlatched your tit from his mouth and began to shimmy down his legs.

Billy watched you settle between his legs, barely taking notice of the damp streak on his thigh as you peeled his jeans down his hips. His cock sprang to life for the second time that night and as he watched your hungry eyes scrape over his painfully hard erection, he could have come right there.

Your lips were puffy from your little make-out session, your cheeks flushed. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath you took, your already perky nipples only hardened. Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you wasted no time in licking your way up from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around his head as your hand gently massaged his balls. With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Billy watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you sucked him off. He threw his head back as his fingers curled around your hair and tugged. Fuck, you were so good. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d blow his load in your mouth before you two could finish what you started in that damn garage.

Giving your hair another tug, you released his cock with a resounding pop and furled your brow. “Problem?” You asked stubbornly.

Without a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he carefully pulled you back onto the bed. Only rather than join you, he took his position between your thighs and tugged your thong clear off, exposing your extremely wet, throbbing pussy.

“Billy, let me fi—”

Before you could so much as think of your next few words, Billy buried his face between your thighs.

A guttural moan tore out of your lips as his dept tongue circled your clit, and as he inserted two fingers inside of you, you bucked into his mouth and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Billy’s tongue was euphoric, methodical. He lapped and sucked at your clit as his free hand reached up to play with your exposed breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers roughly. “Billy,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut as that familiar heat began to encroach its way up your body. Curling his fingers inside of you, you nearly screamed. Thank god your parents weren’t home. “Billy, fuck.”

You were going to come. Any second now. You felt that mind-numbing pleasure build up in your toes and up your legs and as he gave your clit another long, glorious suck, you let it overtake you. Your entire body shook as you bucked into his mouth. Stars flashed behind your eyes as a strangled moan tore from your throat.

Releasing your clit, Bily kissed and licked his way up your body before leaning forward to capture your lips again. You could taste yourself on his lips as you leaned forward and as your eyes caught sight of his erection, you opened your thighs on instinct. Pulling away from his mouth, you nudged your nose against his to catch his eye and reached down to stroke his unbearably hard cock. “Fuck me, Billy.”

He seemed to search your eyes for a moment as you pulled him back onto the bed. Once he was laying down, you wasted no time in climbing on top of him. Reaching down, you guided the length of him inside of your wet folds and slithered it along your clit before lowering yourself onto him. He hissed at the sensation and squeezed your ass, watching your breasts bounce with every bound you took. Leaning forward, he caught one in his mouth and bit down on your nipple, relishing in the moan he received on account of it. He must have bit harder than intended as within seconds, he could taste a metallic fluid rolling onto his tongue. Blood. Your blood. Looking back up at you, unsure of your reaction, his cock twitched inside of you when all you did was groan and tug at his hair.

You liked it.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, Billy’s hands held your hips as you swiveled and bounced on top of him. He was going to come soon, he knew he was, but when he watched you reach down and begin to stroke your clit as he was buried inside of you, that was it. Leaning forward, he found your lips again as he came undone inside of you. “Fuck,” he rasped out, holding you firmly in place as his cock writhed inside of you.

Feeling his cock twitch, you waited on his last few pumps before breaking your kiss. “Happy Halloween, Loomis.”

A slow, lazy grin tore across his lips. The pair of you were stark naked in the middle of your bedroom, he was literally still inside of you, and yet there you were. Both grinning stupidly down at each other as your words sunk in. Slowly, you slid off of him and joined him on the bed your naked chest heaving up and down as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“You going to kick me out of your bed so that you can shower?” He asked quietly.

“No,” you shrugged. “Not yet.”

Billy blinked, mild surprise showing on his face. But, before another word could be said, he leaned in and gently kissed your lips. Unlike the kisses you two had shared in the heat of the moment, this was soft and deliberate. And, as he pulled away, he placed another kiss to the tip of your nose before relaxing into the sheets. “Good,” he mumbled, pulling a thin blanket up your naked bodies.

You smiled and relaxed into the warmth in his chest. You absolutely should be slinking off to the bathroom to shower all the fake blood off of you, but that could wait another few minutes. For now, against Billy’s chest, basking in the pale moon glow shining in through your bedroom window, this was the only place you wanted to be.

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