#i can't stop taking ss / making gifs of them

[leafsfromthevine]

zuko & sokka ; the boiling rock (pt. 1)

#i can't stop taking ss / making gifs of them #zukka source material might be my calling guys #anyways please enjoy: them 🩶 #zukka #zukka gif #atla gif #the boiling rock

[weebsinstash]

My yandere Invincible posts have been getting notes recently now that season 2 is starting and there's a specific idea I have in my head for platonic yandere dad Nolan x daughter Reader because of a scene from the first episode, the scene from Mark's past where (small spoiler I guess) Nolan visibly heavily contemplates killing Mark and Debbie (because Mark might not get his powers and, he doesnt want to fail his mission) but quickly stops himself and is clearly ashamed for what he almost did

I keep thinking of a specific scenario. Reader is his second-born daughter who is a couple years younger than Mark and you're his little princess and you're just, outside playing while your parents occasionally peek out at you through the glass door/window to the backyard and, you're like 5 or 6 when things just, suddenly change, it hits you like lightning. Things look differently, they smell different, the sun on your skin feels different, the toys in your hands feel lighter and weirder than before, and when you start to slowly squeeze them, they start to break, but, you're smart and fast enough to stop.

But it's not JUST your body. It's your MIND. Suddenly you're remembering all those cartoons you've ever watched, practically every memory you have, every experience, every fact.

Temporarily, ever so briefly, you start to float, and you easily figure out how to put yourself down.

You're so excited you can't even make a sound-- you've got your powers like Dad!-- and you go to tell your parents, and you see then talking inside. You don't want to interrupt and wait outside patiently, deciding you'll go in when they're done talking even ss you're bouncing in excitement. And, you see everything from Ducktape Man to Mom and Dad talking to that menacing movement your father made, where some animalistic instinct inside of you knew it was HOSTILE and, in just a few moments, you're putting it all together, like either some gullible kid who believes everything in cartoons, or, perhaps, someone who just became a lot, lot smarter: you start hypothesizing that Nolan must be evil and has some hidden ulterior motive. Why would Nolan be so mad at Mark not having powers to the point of violence, murder? Oh, because if Mark didn't have powers, he wouldn't be like dad, he'd be a human? Does dad not like humans? Does dad want to hurt humans? Is there any other reason Dad seems to almost NEED his offspring to be Viltrumites too?

Oh, is Dad a bad alien who wants his children to leave Earth and human culture behind for their roots? And if he doesn't succeed, he'll snap? Is it like in those cartoons where the evil father tries to bring his kid to the darkside and the hero has to fight and defeat them even if it hurts?

The whole theory and coming into your powers is surreal, it's inhuman, but it's the new you, the new Viltrumite you. You burst into tears as you become overwhelmed and stressed at the idea you might have to fight your evil dad, lying to your father, no, Nolan, that you were crying because you broke your toy on accident and he has to shush you as he promises you a new one but your chubby little kid arms aren't squeezing him as tight as they used to

You start keeping secrets. You start watching him all the time, the things he does, the things he says, and the more and more, you become convinced. He never stops treating you as his little angel, and you even notice, he's, for some reason, gentler with you than Mark and, as you grow older, you realize it's because you're a girl and for whatever reason he's falling into the very stereotypical role of, treating both you and Mark very well overall, but, also being more lenient with you, telling Mark he has to be a good brother and protect his baby sister, Nolan always trying to buy you little sweets, but, after you saw what you did, your behavior towards him immediately shifts. You try to act the same to avoid arousing suspicion but you aren't nearly as affectionate and, as you get older, you take advantage of using puberty and needing independence as an excuse to put emotional walls up and distance yourself from him, even as he constantly tries to engage and spend time with you

Your family is worried what's wrong with you when you start calling him Nolan instead of dad, you suddenly don't want to spend time with him, your mom, and even your brother. You start working the second you're legally old enough, but, despite how bright and inquisitive you were as a kid, your grades are. Average. As in, deliberately average. You can never let Nolan know what you are. As you age and hear more and more of his comments where you can tell he's insulting not just anyone in particular, but the entire human race, you steel yourself, because you know, you know this man cannot be your father anymore, and you may even have to kill him. But you're so overly cautious about him and anyone else not finding out that you're limited at training options. You can't just fly anywhere, you can't just practice martial arts against normal humans, but, you find ways to make it work. You work manual labor jobs your father scoffs at, you wait until night and/or you know he's off planet to practice flying in one single field where you can see for miles all around you and see any witnesses or planes coming

You are a daughter with every intention of either abandoning her family and leaving the planet, or killing her father. Once you realized that you were an alien, unlike Mark and unbeknownst to Nolan, you're more like your father than you realize. You become more apathetic to humanity, more nonchalant about where you are in life. Suddenly you don't have to worry about your grades or college or things like that because, well, what good will earth stuff do you in outer space? Maybe you'll pick up some more practical knowledge but, really, the only reason you don't leave the planet once you start getting older is literally just that, one you're still attached to Mark and Debbie, and two, you don't have a flight suit and know your clothes will burn up and. You wanna get out of here but you don't want to be naked in space!!

Like picture this. Mark has just gotten his powers and you're heartbroken because, over the last decade your father started spending significantly more focus on Mark instead of you, inviting him to things he doesn't even mention to you, finally shifting almost his exclusive attention to his son, and, now Mark is "just like dad", already starting to get full of himself because hes stronger and "better", which worries you because, you eventually deduce Nolan is some kind of invader who is having kids to be soldiers. Like imagine sitting at the dinner table and Mark is all "don't worry sis, I bet you're a late bloomer too :) youll get your powers soon" and Nolan pipes in like "yeah and then we can all go out flying together" and you just look him dead in the eyes and don't reply. You're constantly having to temper your anger and keep up your ruse because if you're too openly hostile, he'll figure it out, and you have literally not a single doubt in your mind that he'll kill you for his mission, which is funny because you've actually adapted a lot of the "don't care I'm an alien" mindset that he wanted Mark to have

Nolan has no idea why you clearly hate him, why you fake smiles, why you stopped spending time with him. He still remembers when you were a toddler and you were running around, skinning your knees all the time and picking yourself up with little sniffles like nothing happened because you just wanted to keep running and exploring and playing SO bad. You used to be so bright. He had such high hopes for you. Honestly he always thought you would potentially outmatch Mark and be his strongest child, but. Here you are, a straight C student, working manual labor jobs, completely average, and refusing to bond with him in any way. He can tell you're keeping some sort of secret from him, but whenever he goes to confront you about it, you're... surprisingly scared, but, not as scared as you should be, in the nuanced ways one would shrink away as a child being scolded by their parent. It's almost like... you're holding some sort of grudge against him

I couldn't decide which version I prefer in terms of Reader finally being exposed. Maybe you don't realize Mark is trailing you and he finds out and tells Nolan behind your back under the mistaken impression you recently got your powers and was training in secret to make it a surprise. Or there's some sort of attack or disaster or accident where you're shot by a robber or they attempt to stab you and it just, dents against your skin. Or even, you start disrespecting Debbie because you're frustrated about being an alien that can't die and she let this man into her bed without truly knowing who or what he was and you're resenting her for it and you make a really awful comment and get in an argument with her and in anger she moves to slap you and fractures her hand against your invulnerable face, or you have to catch her wrist so she doesn't hurt herself and Nolan can tell by your reflexes that you're not fully human

I also just like the idea of. You're 18 and you make it very extremely clear you're moving out and your family is like, REFUSING but they technically can't stop you (although the idea of Omniman going full yandere dad and physically locking you up so his baby girl doesn't leave the nest certainly IS a nice thought) and they notice, instead of packing your things, you're donating them, getting rid of them. The day of your move happens and you're standing there with only a backpack and you haven't told them Any details about where you're going or, just, ANYTHING, and Nolan is looking at you like a big sad hound dog "can't I at least drive you 🥺" and you're like " :) no that's OK, I've got my own ride" AND JUST FLYING AWAY. I just think it'd be extremely relatable and hilarious if you keep up the ruse for so many years and you finally blow your cover because you lose your temper or because you've been hurt emotionally. Nolan tries to ground you, "March upstairs right now young lady!" and you're just like "march?" As you start levitating away just to spite him and he's picking his jaw off the floor. Mark sees you acting out one day "You're just jealous because dad likes spending time with me over you and you don't have any powers" and youre so hurt at seeing your big brother who you've been wanting to protect all this time become a pawn of your father that you just start hovering in the air right then and there, "you can have dad. You can have everything. I'm not even staying on this planet anymore"

I dunno, I kinda like the idea of Reader being this kind of, you know, still kind and all that, but a really almost, inhuman figure in the sense that your specific alien genetics or mutation causes you to kind of snap onto Genius Mode and you become sort of this calculating detached figure who pretends to be human and is openly hateful to your entire family because, as you see it, you're on your own and don't need or want them, you're different than them, your mental abilities are different even from Nolan's, and, meanwhile, said superhero is desperate to find out why his little girl hates her Daddy so much. He's still, you know, got that Viltrum in him, but Debbie and Earth has drawn out more of his humanity and he does love you, he does want you in his life, and it HURTS for you to reject him

But then he finds out about your powers and. Suddenly you're just supposed to magically forget how he started pushing you away too as he wants to bond with you again, teach you, train you. He has no idea he's proving your years of theories right as, he is overjoyed at discovering you have powers, like, you very clearly detect the "oh thank GOD you're not ACTUALLY a lowly human" energy oozing off of him and you realize you were right all along, you really were never more than just an extension of this narcissistic man from his freak species of savages, that he came to Earth with ulterior motives and it's dangerous for you to continue to be around him

You can try to pull away from him all you want, but even if he never found out about your powers, Nolan won't ever let you slip through his fingers. He knows how heartless and cruel this galaxy can be, and, if you're really truly such a fragile little eggshell of a human, then, clearly you need your doting dad looking after you until you're a little old lady passing away of old age while he looks exactly the same as the day you were born. But. That's not what's going to happen because even if that scenario came to pass he would quickly see that you aren't aging. There's no way you can fake that.

I just imagine a Reader who hardens herself into a true soldier and starts planning for the day you kill your father. You lure him out one day into a certain area and you jump him with like Homura vs Walpurgisnacht levels of preparation, hurling all sorts of materials and chemicals and objects at him, testing what works yet nothing does, coming at him with all sorts of different attacks and techniques you've had to teach yourself and pick up on your own, but, he's older than you, FAR older, and much more experienced, and he finally has to do something he hates and punches you in the gut so hard it makes you collapse and start throwing up but, he's just. POSITIVELY EUPHORIC. you just tried to kill your own father at like 17, 18, 20 years old and he's standing here "I KNEW IT, I knew you were special! Did you plan all this? Wow! you even tried to pierce my heart! where did you even get explosives from, did you make these?" Like he's THRILLED at the absolute sheer brutality, like, you just tried to KILL HIM kill him and he's like "Awwww I'm so proud 🥰🥰🥰 my little baby girl is a true viltrumite" and now YOU'RE FUCKED because now he loves you more than ever and, he was lowkey becoming massively depressed at the idea of outliving you, losing you, having to see you die, and now he doesn't have to, so. Now he can have both of his kids for rhe next hundreds and thousands of years 🥰 he has so many things he wants to show and teach you, so, now that he's seen how truly capable you are, it's time to start your training, but also, making up for all that lost bonding time you spent pushing dear old dad away ❤️

#yandere invicible #yandere nolan grayson #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts #also. ok. kind of this same concept but. anon was right. this same concept but like miguels daughter realizing hes an imposter #hes scary hot. hes like. kidnap you and force you to be the mother of hia children scary hot

[britts-galaxy-brain]

TW - Ablest, Infantilism, Co-Dependency, Cussing

Lily created new ocs and already I don't like it. It focuses on the dynamic between Iris Morgan, a 16-year-old girl who is selectively mute, and her sister Kiera Morgan, a 15-year-old girl who is the only one that can understand Iris. When I said Kiera understands her, I am literally the only one that understands her also like she can read her mind. And Iris, despite being a year older than Kiera, is kind of written to be childlike and heavily depends on Iris.

In Iris and Keira - Sandcastle, Iris and Keira are at the beach making a perfect sandcastle. Iris simply looks at Keira and immediately, Keira knew she is asking for a camera. Like, there weren't any hints or indication that Iris wanted a camera and somehow Keira manages to read her mind. (Iris could have taken a stick and written CAMERA on the sand, signed the word camera, mouth the word camera, or even point at the camera). Then, their father Nathan Morgan stopped Keira from getting the camera. Keira told her father that Iris wanted to camera, but Nathan said, "She can't talk, and you just put words in her mouth to get what you want." (WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE CAN'T TALK, MOUTHING/SIGNING/WRITING WORDS COUNTS AS TALKING?!!). So, Nathan went up to Iris and asked to her if she wanted to camera. Iris nodded in respond. Nathan then asked her, "what's the magic word?", expecting a verbal respond. (The first introduction to a male character and he's already ablest from the get-go) Iris just tilts her head and Keira goes, "See, she said it". And somehow, it worked. Thanks to Keira's mind reading powers and her +7 persuasion.

In Iris and Keira - Stare, Iris is described to be "unresponsive, uncommunicative, you could have been forgiven for thinking she was dead most of the time." And how Iris, "...Barely responded or reacted to anyone and stonewalled anyone who tried to talk to her". (Is this Lily's attempt at coding Iris as an autistic individual? Like, she could have written Iris as being distant, uninterested in any topic brought about by any other people, or a quiet person who keep to themselves. Instead, Lily writes Iris like she is disturbed teen.) Iris is only like this towards anybody, except with Kiera who truly understands her. So much so, that "whenever Kiera sat down with them, it was like someone had flipped a switch and Iris and expressive and gestured emphatically".

Alicia Bailey, sister of Larisa Bailey, enters the scene and proceeds to call Iris a creep while Keira defends her. (Larisa Bailey is Kiera Morgan's girlfriend). Alicia told Keira, "Have you ever considered that maybe your sister is a little-", then proceeds to mine "a guitar motion with her hands" while saying "Ring-a-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning". (WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! WHAT. DOES. THIS. MEAN?! IS LILY MAKING UP NEW SLURS). So, like the bad*ss Keira is, she proceeds to crack a glass soda bottle over the side of Alicia's head, then called her a bitch. (Remember, she physically assaulted her girlfriend's sister in public. There's no detail where this takes place, but I'm going to assume it's a school setting. Also, why is no one reacting to a teen girl physically assaulting another teen girl. Where is the school's security in all of this?)

Keira casually walked towards Iris's table and asked if Alicia was giving her trouble. Iris responded by shrugging, then "wiggled her hand". (WIGGLED HER HAND. Lily, the ASL sign language for NO is opening index finger, middle finger, and thumb and tap them together with your thumb. YOU CAN LITERALLY GOOGLE IT). Kiera then explained to Iris that Alicia had said some terrible things about her. Iris tilts her head in response, and like the mind reader Kiera replied back to her, "Not sure, it could have gone either way". (COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY - WHAT SPECIFIC QUESTION DID IRIS ASKED TO GAIN THAT REPONSE?! AND ALL FROM IRIS SIMPLING TILTED HER HEAD?!). As they continued their "conversation", Iris furrowed her brows. This caused "Kiera's eyes to widened at that and she placed a finger against Iris' lips." "Hey! None of that talk! It's not our fault Alicia's being weird," kiera said. (Jesus, Kiera. That's very ablest of you to tell a selective mute not to verbally speak in a very supportive sister way. Also, it's weird how Iris's younger sister just protects her, is the only one who understands her, literally speaks for her, and is willing to kill for her. Truly, a normal healthy sister relationship. Definitely not an unhealthy co-dependent relationship, where a disabled person is being infantized by her younger sister.)

No commentary, the direct quote speaks volumes.

"Iris smiled. Through her entire life, she'd been haul in and out of doctors and counsellors by her fathers, trying to find the root cause of her lack of speech. Everyone from her parents, to her teachers to her peers tried to get her to talk, or sign, or write on a board. Anything other than simply be quiet and be by herself. She didn't understand it. It's not like she was bothering anyone. It had only made her less willing to interact with others".

"Kiera was the lone exception. Kiera could always infer what Iris was thinking, never asked her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, and actively intruded on people trying to force words out of Iris' mouth. Everyone else wanted Iris to make herself easier to understand. Kiera was the only one who tried to understand her as she was. "

The fanfic ends with Iris reaching towards her sister and placing a hand on her shoulder. As she smiles at her, Kiera smiles back and said, "Love you too".

Overall score 2/10.

One point for creating a disabled character. One point in having a "supportive" sister.

Minus eight points for: infantizing disable character, poorly researched selectively mute characters, created a co-dependency between sisters, having a character handling the situation with unnecessary violence, not giving indication that the sisters are bi-racial despite outside source say they are bi-racial, having a bi-racial character physically assaulting the only black character introduced in the fanfic, failing to indicate that Alicia is black despite outside source say she is black, and failing to make the communication between the sisters clear enough for readers to understand.

There is...so much to unpack here...and I do not have the mental energy to do it..

#lily orchard #good fucking god...

[dolce-tenebra-toscana]

La Squadra's halloween costumes 💀🎃

(Cause i am procrastinating mine and so i project on them)

Risotto ✂️: Grim Reaper

He is the type to remember he has to go at the annual halloween party at the last minute lol

So he takes the same grim reaper costume he uses every year and pretends to be original

He just wants the candies and some wine tbh

Prosciutto 🍖: vampire

Another one who dresses the same every year but boi is his costume good!!

Prosciutto knows he looks fine af when he dresses elegant and halloween is no exception!

His refined clothing and velvet cloak, plus the onpoint make up makes him look like he is truly a vampire from a gothic novel and with the " fake " blood on his face makes everything more creepy...just don't look at the weirdly human like mannequin in the alley he just came out..

Formaggio 🧀: zombie

He just wants to scare the trick or treaters and what's best than a too realistic zombie costume?

He will put so much effort in the scarring and makeup and will " play dead " in the alleys nearby the hideout...only to jump and starts running and screaming towards his poor victims

He will come to the party laughing like a maniac cause he knows he traumatised at least 10 people, what a bastard

Melone 🍈: mad scientist

He uses his old university lab coat and all the tools he stole from the hospital when he was in sophomore year( unifi never noticed of course), then his natural bed hair and bags under his eyes do the trick: tadaaah you have yourself the tuscan mad scientist of your dreams!

He is one the few arriving on time at the party, and of course flirts/h*r*ss the ladies with the " gynecologist " jokes, sometimes even works...but the 98% he just gets slapped in the face

Doesn't mean he'll stop trying tho

Illuso 🔎: sadako

Another simple costume but this one will give you actual nightmares..

Illuso knows that his stand is creepy af and if he chooses you as his yearly victim for the evening may Araki have mercy on you...

You can run but can't hide from Illuso, especially nearby mirrors...don't wear heels cause if you see this tall man wearing a bloodied nightgown with damp hair on his face...run, just run

Ghiaccio 🧊: Ghostface

Ghiaccio is here to rapresent slasher culture and will get MAD if you don't recognise his costume/reference

This year he close Ghostface for 3 motives..

1) is cool af

2) the boots he is wearing makes him slightly taller so his ego is fed

3) he gets to actually be unhinged in a cringe way cause his costume is a secret even to his teammates, no one knows what mask he'll wear so he can spend time chillin...k*lling... ( plus the ladies are super attracted by this mysterious party animal and that never hurts )

Pesci 🐟: frankenstein's monster

He has a deep connection with his costume, he knows he isn't the most handsome or the smartest tool in the shed..

So poor Pesci literally wears his emotions as frankenstein's monster and he does an amazing job: the makeup, the stitching, the clothing...everything is perfect!!

He spends the majority of the night nearbh his collegues but when he sees that they are all busy he retires to thw balcony and enjoys some alone time

Funny enough he is the idol of the kids at the party and he even wins a prize for " best costume ", that cheers him up a lil bit

#la squadra #jjba #jojo part 5 #vento aureo #halloween #jjba risotto #jjba prosciutto #jjba formaggio #jjba melone #jjba illuso #jjba ghiaccio #jjba pesci #fae writes

[original-siphon]

Hi there! 🙋🏻‍♀️

I'd really love to read:

Elijah Mikaelson NSFW headcanons or A-Z alphabet

Elijah x virgin!wife!reader fluff + smut one shot

Could you please do whatever you feel comfortable with? 🙏🏻 🤗

NSFW Alphabet With Elijah Mikaelson

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Warning: This contain smut themes, so minors please stay away. And language too, maybe, idk.

A/n: I'd do both of them. Here you go with one, and I'll do the second in a while.

@elijah-gillies hope you like it xx.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Not so surprisingly, Elijah would be very much into aftercare. Given that his only concern is his beloved's well-being, he'd constantly shower you with affection afterwards, clean you up, and cuddle at least hours away. Occasionally he'd even draw a bath for the two of you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Their favourite body part of theirs: His hands and arms. He loves how they feel around or on you. How he'd choke you with one of his hands while the other would be busy buried in your slick folds.

Their favourite body part of yours: He has an obsession with your neck. Can't help but stare at the length of your neck when your hair has shifted away. He'd love to kiss you there randomly, and nip at the skin when doing the nasty. As mentioned earlier, he'd even hold your neck in a strong but gentle grip, choking you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He loves to cum inside you, your mouth, on your stomach, on your face. Basically anywhere on you. He loves it when you swallow his cum, drinking all of him like a 'good girl'.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty little secret is that whenever he sses you tie your hair up in a ponytail, he can't stop thinking about you taking him fully in your mouth, going down on him. This leads to him whispering dirty somethings in your ears ;)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, he's a 1000 years old vampire, so he knows what he's doing. But as every body is different, he didn't take much time to know how yours works either.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary with eyes locked and either him holding your hands above your head or him choking you. He'd also love reverse cowgirl occasionally, but when he's in a mood he'll go for doggy style as well.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

VERY serious. Even if he tries to be humourous, he'll probably just drop sarcastic and teasing comments, which gets you going well.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

When we're talking about Elijah Mikaelson here, it goes without saying that he's groomed. Like all the time. It might even surprise you how well maintained he keeps himself.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with him will pretty much be always very intimate. He wouldn't forget to speak sweet nothings in your ears as you ride him. Even if it's a time where you are just taming your animalistic urges with rough sex, he'll make it a good romantic experience.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He never masturbates. Now that he has you. He can control himself till you both have the time pretty greatly, but whenever something has put him in a mood, if he doesn't wanna control, he'll get you to stop whatever that you're doing to join him in bed.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has a superiority kink. He likes to stay in control of everything. It's a win-win if his partner likes to be the submissive one. His greatest kink is that, when he's dominant in bed. And another one is when you call him 'daddy'. That shit gets him going nuts!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He like the traditional way of having sex. In bed. He'd occasionally jump in the shower with you or do it when you're taking a bath, but his favourite place to do the nasty is in bed. Except for the times you make bratty comments or tease him. Because then he'd do it anywhere to 'get that pretty mouth of yours to shut up' and be of a better use.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you give him 'the touch'. He knows when you're touching him because you need him. And the thought of you craving him turns him on. He'd usually oblige instantly, but not when he has some other plan. In that case, you are in for a long night.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's never into roleplaying. He always wants him to be himself and you to be yourself when you have sex. Something about authenticity is very important to him in cases of intimacy.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to go down on you. He loves when you pull on his hair or hold his head while you ride him out. But God when you go down on him. Especially if you took the initiative to make him feel good. He goes crazy. Your lips around him is everything he'd need to feel good and relaxed.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood, but usually he goes to slow and sensual. He loves to take time when he's making love to you. But if he has a packed schedule he'd bend you over his desk and bang you roughly and quickly enough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's pretty much always in control of his needs and wouldn't like to take less time when he wants to make love to you. But if circumstances are such, and you're being needy, he'll happily oblige to fuck the hell out of you in no time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's into BDSM, so yeah. Open to risks is an understatement. Like he'd never hurt you or anything, but would push your boundaries every now and then, given you consent to it. Cuffs and blindfolds are ordinary things when it comes to your sex life with Elijah.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As long as you want. He's never tired. Ask him for 20 rounds, he'll do it. Ask him for 30 rounds, he'll do that too.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has a dildo in his drawer that only he's allowed to use on you. He uses it to edge you and stuff. But God forbid if you ever use that on yourself behind his back, he won't hold back his wish to punish you till you have tears down your cheeks.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Pretty teasing. He knows that he's good at the art of sex and that you crave for him like a madwoman, and wouldn't miss an opportunity to tease you till you're begging.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He always makes these low grunts or growls when he's thrusting in you. But when you're going down on him, preferably deep throating him, he'll make loud moans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He's into massages. He likes it when you take the time massaging him before jumping right onto having sex. He does the same for you. Hot oil massages are pretty much his favourite intimate activity with you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's big, okay? Very big. Before him, you knew length was something, but God, when length is pretty good and girth even better? There are no words for it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He likes to have sex with you. So yeah, anytime he can, he will want to have sex with you. Another meeting doesn't start in an hour? Sex. The lasagna is still getting baked and dinner's not in a while? Sex. You don't have to be at the party right away? Let's be fashionably late, sex.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's never the one to fall asleep right after. I mean he never gets tired, so yeah. But you do. So it's always you snoozing off while he looks at you and caresses your hair.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader #headcanon #smut imagine #elijah x y/n

[mars101]

Act 1: -> Scene 2: mama got busy

WRITTEN PART -> (0.8) -> more ss after

“soooo… now can you show us?”

the girls had arrived on the island and yin was now bringing the two for a walk along the beach, her hands held onto a diary with a sparkling cover.

“hold on yuna! we've got to at least be away from the docks, the only people who know is us.”

“wait, you didn't tell jay? it's his wedding too”

yin turns around to face the girls while walking backwards in front of them, the diary now clutched close to her chest as they're more farther away from people.

“okay well, i was going to tell him… tomorrow..”

the two scoff in disbelief at yin, “yeah you're going to tell him. when all three of your dads are walking down the damn isle with you.”

“KARINA!”

she throws her hands up in defense, “we know you, just make sure to try.” karina shares a look with yuna.

the bride opens the diary to a bookmarked page and turns it to the girls. “ive already read it once, maybe twice and.. you two can see for yourself.” yin hands over the book to yuna who's eyes start to sparkle in delight before she even started to read. “woah..”

“yin your mom got busy”

karina starts to flip the pages before she's even finished reading one, “twelve whole pages of them??” yuna looks at you with shock and amusment, “filled front to back too” yin shuts her eyes while covering her face, “in detail…”

“our poor baby~”

“i think the boat is still here, lets leave honey”

“i am NOT leaving with you two, you need to stop”

karina takes the diary from yuna and starts to read the first page, “your mom is a fun writer, “july 17th, what a night! last night-” Wait.. your wedding day is the day your mom got knocked up??” yin scratches her head while looking away from the two.

“okay well, i didn't know until i found it.. but it means something right, i thought it did when i saw the date.. which is why i invited all three of them…”

“you keep on acting before thinking.. ok well easy solution to this. first man in is your dad”

yin and yuna cringe at the words “please word that differently, and the first man in does not mean hes the dad, it just matters on which one reaches first”

“yeah so first one in is the dad which is.. lee hyunjae, hes your dad. im betting on it”

“hmmm no, thats not how that works.”

“how would you know yuna?”

“i asked a lot of questions when i was in health class”

yin shakes her head at the two, “whichever one is my dad is the one i feel a connection to, like once i see them i just will know.”

“as if, you find connections in everything.”

“yin, one of these men is your dad, but i just know you will end up feeling connected to all of them.”

yin links her arms with the two as she brings them along towards her mom's hotel on the island, the walk filled with exclamations as they continue to read from the diary.

the building wasn't anything too fancy, it was nice and cozy and brought warmth to the girls every time they visited yin.

“Here come the bridesmaids! Oh look at you three~ So beautiful!”

“mom! oh my god you scared me”

“y/n!”

Yuna and Karina rushed to hug Y/n as she appeared, they shove the diary in Yin's hands as she moves it to behind her back away from her view. The two ease into Y/n's embrace as her hands caress their heads, “Was the ride here alright? Yuna, i know you get seasick.” The two girls are trying to hide smirks and giggles as they look at Y/n after reading her diary.

“awe mama~ i did get a little sick, and it’s yin’s fault” yuna points at yin while clinging onto her mom, her action makes Y/n chuckle. “mom! she literally kept on texting me while i told her to stop. she’s a liar~” Yin pulls Yuna away from Y/n, and she's now caging the girl's arms in a hug, karina joins them, pulling both of them into a hug.

With a soft look in Y/n's eyes at the sight of the three she start to feel a bit sad inside, “The three of you have grown so well, even you Karina despite me meeting you only a few years ago. Oh, I can't believe my baby is getting married~” Her hands rest on Yin's cheeks to kiss her forehead, giggles escaping her lips. “The next ferry's about to arrive. I have to go pick up your aunts.”

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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Habit Talks To Kamal On An Intercity Bus [ AU ]

(Plaintext: Habit Talks To Kamal On A Public Bus [ AU ] )

Note: The Habitspeak translation without his speaking quirk is present below for those who have difficulty reading his style. And described the emote expressions as well.

--

[ ID: Photo of a Greyhound bus from the USA out on the road in a clear day. Its dark blue and has a symbol of silver running Greyhound dog as it's logo. End ID]

Ooo..phooo.. phoo.. FWOOO-- HEE HEE!! Haw haw haw OK don't gooo- I will stop :-3 Yourm ears and ur prettie earsring r Safe - but I am jost a funny guy!! Genius-es are so unerrrated now u_u 

Ahem.

So wHAT I really wanna say is ..

I think u r the "knees of bees" ..the 6 of them

I wonder y that's a quote...there's nuthin much speshul abt those..u deserve better..like..hmMMMMMMmmmm

Bee bee bee ba-bee?? Ur my bb?? Yes U r!! U hav heard that b4 buthough... bees...they sting me sometims nd die... im forgetting to bury them :-( B4 Tunia makes "CPR"...between u n me dear, I think she likes slurpin em up...anyway its TOO sad! it happens when I take care of my Garden, where bees r of gr8 importance. They rub-a-dub themselfs on the flowers to get the gold dust for polly-nation..in skool I learnt that Bombus terrestris and Antirrhinum majus hav what's called a "co-evolveution"-- they're friends with bee-nefits!

I dream I also listened 2 the lesson's rest.. o, wish, acksually. AFAIK was thinking abt making a PokéMans card for u.. 

--What? Oh, I see. No it's not embrassing. U can ask me anytime, am happy 2 claritify.  Sooz, the common names areee bumble bee and ..the flower..um.. crapdragon. I do'nt know whats wrong with whoever diss-covered that 1. Habit Tip! They shuld keep all their windows locked tight and seal the crawl space.

Is the other thingie clear? U already know? Ok. Eye...lost my thoughts-train. What was I chuggin on about? Helppp a guy out dahling? 

HEY I HEARD THAT.. " Seeeni khhaaai aaaase "?? Don'tnot understand whole mumble but ime NOTTT putting butter on U PROMISS!! It's you're fault your so ez to love. Work on it. 

( Note to any readers who wouldn't already know: " Seeni khai aase" is an Assamese slang expression. Seeni means sugar and the whole phrase means someone being too sweet to you, butter-coating things. )

I can see ur smile u know. Ur already in-operative.

LAFFING NOW REALLY REALLY--Ugh just PLZZ tell me what I was talking b4 it poofs FOREVER!! 

Mmm..mhmm ..uh huh..O alright. Yes!! Thatse it!! Such a good listen-er. <:-)

B4 u asked me that, I said "friends"..u r my very bestest friend...

..am I yours?

Thx for reminding me. Am trying. Not to keep asking those things. Let It Flow, like u said. I remmeber. 

U counted??? I-- 

its only been the 3rd tyme this week??? Huh that's good proggerss-But why did u-- how--I don't-- *Leaf it. I'll lose what I was saying Again. All these years and u still manage 2 SirPrize Me. Lolol, I guess it goes both ways !! 

Oh, HA ha, the lucksy '3', U say! Uncle back in Moscow used to ballyho-- 

This iz a bit of a Tang-Ent acksually. U want to hear? 

K. Just tell me "fri-end" after i-end. I'll continue. 

-- b-ally-ho if the sum of the 3 odd-place dijits on a busket-- I mean bus ticket-- = to the sum of 3 even-place digits, it is a luck charm!! A Real (una)Live Leningrad ticket. 

Of coarse...we can't never get 1 on this cramped lil Greyhound. Pffffft. 

(Yawnnn) Were'nt u spposed to tell me some-thing...

Hmmm..??

Uh...I can't hear youuuu....

Sorry..? Again?

What was--

WOa, woa there...Dearie me! I get it! Try to clam down..str-eee-ss isn't helpthy for the body ha.. I heard ur "FRIEND!!!" VERY loud n clear

--They can't. Bc everyones ears are BUSted from the early-ier parkinh "Phhsst". Get it? Ha ha?

Eeeeeeee...!! Goodness me I lurve ur laugh…looks like i maked u feel better after the noize… :\\-)

Oh! Ha ha! What, me? No-Thinggg,, I didn't "mutter" anyth-ing,,,

Hmm?

Aha. try nawt’ta do-it again, OK, man? I accept your apollogee about the interccept…

Anyway uh!! Ur one o' those 2 me obvs( a FRIEND)!! Even if we r feeling a lil awkward rite now!!! 

andso.. no also..what's more..the, flowers! r my friends too... 

Hrmm..Ain't nothin better than when stuffs we cherryish come to-gather huh? Transalating 2 Nerd Language heeehee..call it...you..."I'm writing a Cross Over, "! 

OK SO

Heer me out- ‘’Cross Over’’- of…of…m-ie dear FRIEND~~ Mhmm. You-you!!

AND…ANNNND..Guesss!! GUESSSSSS GUESSS HAWHOOO OOO OO

Flowers…and m-ie dear FLORRRAAAA~~ Mhmm. You-you!!

( GIF description: A white lotus blooms in water. GIF is watermarked with 'Zadenkai' end GIF Description )

--To be continued, maybe! If you have any questions you can ask. I'd usually give a HCs explained section but I'm kinda tired right now.

-- Translation below

Ooo..phooo.. phoo.. FWOOO-- HEE HEE!! Haw haw haw OK don't gooo- I will stop :-3 ( catlike smile emote ) Your ears and your pretty earring are Safe - but I am just a funny guy!! Geniuses are so underrated now u_u ( mock-resignation closed eye emote )

Ahem.

So wHAT I really wanna say is ..

I think you are the "knees of bees" ..the 6 of them

I wonder why that's a quote...there's nothin' much special abt those..you deserve better..like..hmMMMMMMmmmm

Bee bee bee ba-bee?? Your my baby?? Yes you are!! You have heard that before but, though... bees...they sting me sometimes and die... I'm forgetting to bury them :-( (frowning emote ) Before Tunia makes "CPR"...between you and me dear, I think she likes slurpin' 'em up...anyway its TOO sad! It happens when I take care of my Garden, where bees are of great importance. They rub-a-dub themselves on the flowers to get the gold dust for pollination..in school I learnt that Bombus terrestris and Antirrhinum majus have what's called a "co-evolution"-- they're friends with bee-nefits!

I dream I also listened to the lesson's rest.. oh, wish, actually. AFAIK was thinking about making a Pokémans card for you.. 

--What? Oh, I see. No it's not embarassing. You can ask me anytime, am happy to clarify.  Soz, the common names areee bumble bee and ..the flower..um.. crapdragon. I don't know whats wrong with whoever discovered that 1. Habit Tip! They should keep all their windows locked tight and seal the crawl space.

Is the other thingie clear? You already know? Ok. I...lost my thought-train. What was I chuggin' on about? Helppp a guy out dahling?

HEY I HEARD THAT.. " Seeeni khhaaai aaaase "?? Don't understand whole mumble but I'm NOTTT putting butter on YOU, PROMISE!! It's your fault you're so easy to love. Work on it. 

I can see your smile you know. You're already inoperative.

LAUGHING NOW REALLY, REALLY--Ugh just PLEASEE tell me what I was talking before it poofs FOREVER!! 

Mmm..mhmm ..uh huh..O alright. Yes!! That's it!! Such a good listener. <:-) ( smile emote )

Before you asked me that, I said "friends"..you are my very bestest friend...

..am I yours?

Thanks for reminding me. Am trying. Not to keep asking those things. Let It Flow, like you said. I remember. 

U counted??? I-- 

its only been the 3rd time this week??? Huh that's good progress-But why did you-- how--I don't-- *Leave it. I'll lose what I was saying Again. All these years and you still manage to surprise Me. Lolol, I guess it goes both ways !! 

Oh, HA ha, the lucky '3', U say! Uncle back in Moscow used to ballyho-- 

This a bit of a Tangent actually. You want to hear? 

K. Just tell me "friend" after I end. I'll continue. 

-- ballyho if the sum of the 3 odd-place digits on a busket-- I mean bus ticket-- is equal to the sum of 3 even-place digits, it is a luck charm!! A Real (una)Live Leningrad ticket. 

Of course...we can't never get one on this cramped lil Greyhound. Pffffft. 

(Yawnnn) Weren't you s'pposed to tell me something...

Hmmm..??

Uh...I can't hear youuuu....

Sorry..? Again?

What was--

WOah, woah there...Dearie me! I get it! Try to calm down..streeess isn't healthy for the body ha.. I heard your "FRIEND!!!" VERY loud n' clear

--They can't. Because everyone's ears are BUSted from the earlier parking "Phhsst". Get it? Ha ha?

( Eeeeeeee...!! Goodness me I love your laugh…looks like i made you feel better after the noise… :\\-) ( blushing smile emote ) )

Oh! Ha ha! What, me? Nothinggg,, I didn't "mutter" anything,,,

Aha. try nawt’ta do it again, OK, man? I accept your apology about the intercept…

Anyway uh!! You're one o' those to me obviously( a FRIEND)!! Even if we are feeling a lil awkward right now!!! 

andso.. no, also..what's more..the, flowers! Are my friends too... 

Hrmm..Ain't nothin better than when stuffs we cherish come together huh? Translating to Nerd Language heeehee..call it...you..."I'm writing a Cross Over, "! 

OK SO

Hear me out- ‘’Cross Over’’- of…of…my dear FRIEND~~ (singsong) Mhmm. You-you!!

AND…ANNNND..Guesss!! GUESSSSSS GUESSS HAWHOOO OOO OO (laughing)

Flowers…and my dear FLORRRAAAA~~ Mhmm. You-you!!

(Plaintext: Flowers…and my dear FLORRRAAAA~~ Mhmm. You-you!!)

--To be continued, maybe! If you have any questions you can ask. I'd usually give a HCs explained section but I'm kinda tired right now.

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#5

Nick: after all these years, its remarkable how untouched they are by radiation. Can't improve what's already perfection, I suppose.

SS: daww~ Nick you flatter me!

Nick: I'm talking about the wolves, dipshit.

33 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

#4

Companion Reacts! Finding a Pool :)

I miss being able to swim in public pools so I'm going to write a prompt with it in pure longing- enjoy. Prompt: It was beautiful, utterly stunning. Sole hadn't seen anything more perfect since they left the vault, and maybe even before then. A large, pristine, clean pool. The water was a perfect cyan, shimmering in the summer sun and rippling peacefully as a gentle wind swept over its surface. They approached cautiously, after all, if they've learned anything this would be the perfect trap. Nothing. Creeping close, they dropped their pipboy sensor into the water. No rads. Just utter perfection in this hell. It didn't take long for word to spread among their friends and soon, the companions were all enjoying the rare find.

Curie:

She is fascinated with the pool. How is the water so blue? What chemicals make it so clean? Does it sanitize the swimmers? She takes several vials to study back in her lab before quickly running away from being splashed. As much as she's intrigued by the find- it takes Sole's convincing and a cute matching swimsuit Hancock threatening to scoop her into his arms and running into the water with her to get her in the water. She's gleefully nervous, but after taking forever to "adjust to ze temperature", she'll happily float on the side and watch the others.

And no, she doesn't really know how to swim? She'll still learning to run with the four limbs she has, but after all but her small frame floats a lot better than her old one. She prefers to avoid being splashed but if threatened, will splash back with multiple gleeful complaints in french. Dogmeat:

Oh my god. Yes. YES. YES. Before the water was even tested he had jumped right on in to Sole's dismay. The boy's tail will not stop wagging when the other's eventually join in. We should do this all the time! He's been trying to tell them all this time when leaping into wastewater tanks!' This also is when people realize how clingy the german shepard can be. When he gets tired, he still refuses to get out of the water despite the convenient stairway nearby. No, he's using his claws to climb onto the nearest person and perch. No use in missing out on the fun! After poor Maccready gets scratched up with the dog's unclipped nails, everyone scatters from the poor pooch. Its not like they're wearig armor in the pool or anything. Danse immediately takes one for the team and holds the dog gently in his arms like baby Dogmeat is. The paladin recieves many puppy kisses in thanks to his dismay but holds the dog as long as he wants to be held. Preston:

Prezel knows how to swim, its just... not his thing? Even with the General's encouragement, he holds up his hand and shakes his head polietly in decline. He'll wear a swimsuit, one of the those older one-pieces that look like a swim shirt and shorts morphed into one- but he'd prefer to just let his legs dangle in the water. If anyone needs something from outside the pool, he's the one to fetch it- and later in the day he leaves to fetch snacks for everyone. Anything to help the General on his day off. When a splash fight breaks out, he always rushes to Curie's side to try to protect her- but won't splash back. Why fight when he can just step away? Deacon:

He, Maccready, and Hancock are all the ones you need to watch out for when the General's back is turned. His specialty? Popping up in the most random locations from the deep below. Sometimes with hair, sometimes without- but always those shades and a quirky smirk. He's the only one immune to Maccready's splashing, but will gladly fight back. Also, due to changing swimsuits three different times- he has the worse tan lines out of everyone. Flipping between a speedo, bikini, and cargo swim trunks will do that to a pasty man like himself. Maccready:

He's probably the most enthusiastic one about the pool and a public threat to everyone- despite not knowing how to swim. His height lets him cheat like that compared to the other non-swimmers. His signature move? Canon ball. Who knew such a small twink could make such a splash but he's got it down to a science. He'll splash anyone and everyone if he can- but its all fun and games until Danse picks his twink ass up and drops him into the deep end. He calms down considerably after the General and Deacon have to dive after him. His look? Brown cargo pants. Not swim trunks, pants. Its as cursed as you think it is. He doesn't give two shits, he's having too much fun! He's got a day to burn in this place baby and he's making it everyone's problem! He... also needs to learn all the tricks so he can teach Duncan. With this pool location noted, he's for sure going to be protecting it so his son can enjoy it. Who knew something could bring so much joy to someone without costing a single cap? Nick:

A pool sounded like a recipe to staining his synthetic skin with the scent of chorine- and he wanted far from it. Instead, he prefers to watch from a safe distance from the splash zone. He joins in with Preston in fetching things for the others and is the only one who managed to remember to bring towels. He doesn't change or anything, just vibing on a nearby chair with a stack of case files next to him along with his favorite fountain pen. At some point he'll ask Deacon for a pair of shades (which he takes off the one he has on to reveal another, smaller pair of shades on underneath). Also, on this day, he and Piper become best friends in Operation Make Sure Dogmeat Doesn't Shake Near Their Work. Later in the day, when Curie discovers with glee that she can see underwater with something called "goovles!", he's the one that runs to a nearby store to look for wraparound goggles. Danse (post-BB ofc):

Shockingly, it took him the longest to convince to hop in- it was a whole five-step process. First convincing him it was safe and no one was going to raid them when they were "unnecessarily exposed to an ambush without their gear with them". Then he needed to be convinced to join in the fun rather than guard his friends, which took a 'direct order' from the General to get through his head. Finally, there was the swimsuit fiasco. This one took the longest. It's only then that everyone realized how self-aware the large man was about his appearance. Still decked out in BoS tattoos and far more hairy and muscular than anyone else there- he was incredibly shy about leaving the locker room without a shirt on. Probably if Sole hadn't kept an eye on him, he would've happily avoided his ordered dosage of 'fun' by hiding in a bathroom stall. Sole practically had to drag him out into the open and shove the paladin into the pool to get him to losen up. He knows how to swim- albiet very 'professionally'. We're talking flawless treading, freestyle, even butterfly if given enough room but he preferred to hang out near the sides with the likes of Preston and Curie. That was, until Maccready started to get too rambunchous. After that, everyone pieced together that the man was strong enough to launch them a good five feet in the air and he immediately began getting requests. After that, Danse started to enjoy himself ('Exhilerating! :D '). Later when everyone calmed down, it came down to him to hold Dogmeat and protect everyone from the fate of being coated with red lines from the pup's claws. He took the duty with honor, holding the pup in his arms and keeping him close. At the end of the day, he's the last to leave the pool. He... wishes he had joined in earlier. What do you mean everyone is already tired? Hancock:

At first the Mayor kept with with Maccready and Deacon when it came to showing off tricks and performing pranks and the like- but it wasn't too long until he started to get bored. After all, with the no-nose state he's in, going underwater and keeping water out of his breathing hole was a bit... difficult. Luckily Fahrenheit was nearby who was able to go fetch him a floatie and a cooler full of his favorite 'treats'. For the most part he spent the day floating by, listening in on the different conversations happening around the pool, harassing Nick and trying to get him to jump in, or later getting Danse to toss him. A few pleasant evening indeed. He knows how to swim for certain. He's not the best, but it works. When it comes to his swimwear, he debated rocking out in a speedo. After all, it was what he wore to the last swim party. Glancing in a mirror on the way out, he paused- before instead running to fetch a onesuit. He... hates to admit it, but his skin isn't exactly the best suited for swimming and being rubbed raw when wet. Well, that is in chlorine waters. Deacon was quick on hyping the man up, and he ended up having a floppy sunhat and big round sunglasses tossed into the mix. Piper:

She shows up on the scene with the necessities. A bright red one suit to let her tan her legs, fierce looking sunglasses so others know she means business, a towel tucked under her arm, swim bag on her back, and her little sister holding her hand. The group may be partying, but she was not going to let any juicy information on the General slip away. Not on her watch. She quickly finds a spot next to Nick, wrestles a nearby umbrella to cover the two ("Thanks, doll.") before getting to work on editing her latest work. When she gets hot from tanning, she takes a dip near Curie- forgetting her pen behind her ear of course. To the two ladies relief, Mac and Hancock don't try any funny business when Piper's nearby. Nat, meanwhile, enjoys her afternoon playing with the boys during their splash wars and getting tossed by the local ex-paladin. Only a little high though. Danse won't say it, but the reporter scares him. In the end, she ends up finishing her latest report with minimal water marks on it (literal ones that is) and manages to outline a new piece. 'Insider's Look on the Minutemen's Day Off'. Hm. Still working on the title.

Sawyer (my Sole OC lol): Thanks to both growing up near a swimming hole and spending far too much time in Far Harbor, the man is a decent swimmer at this point. Granted, it takes a while to get the poor man adjusted to Being in Water for ~PTSD~ reasons but after he gets adjusted he's pretty happy in it. For the most of the day, he watches over his people- will go chat with Curie and Preston and even gets Danse to toss him sometimes. Even though he's incredibly close with everyone there, he found himself spending most of the time with Dogmeat. No one wanted to really play with the wet and shedding mutt but thanks to growing up on a farm, Sawyer didn't mind. This afternoon should be a treat to everyone, especially his special boy. He rocks some good ol fashion cargo swim trunks and keeps an eye on the hyper child Maccready is and stays behind after to clean up. And... well... wade in the water in Danse's arms. The usual.

37 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

#3

me and danse working on a new freezing automatic rifle: -test fires it at the ground- :) Nick, from the building over, trying to read his newspaper: Quit it. >:V

39 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#2

greatly appreciating that other people also love Danse w chub. A Danse with kneadable chub is a healthy Danse. Pat it like bongo, smooch him on the forehead. Shit my boy be healin’

52 notes - Posted December 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

me, first meeting danse: omg paladin danse :) me, when he does his helmet trick: omg :) me: :) me: okay now take it off >:(

105 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

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#5

still thinking about how rin was willing to blow up an entire country, sacrifice thousands of soldiers, tried to kill nezha several times, murdered altan in multiple visions, and due to her terrible decision making was responsible for the end of the cike, but she drew the line at hurting kitay, who would have let her do it anyway ...... that’s love honestly. their friendship is so important to me

38 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#4

not only does harrow Get Girls, said girls are the buff jock daughter of god, an immortal prince/ss, and the literal spirit of the earth. how does she, the human form of a hissing wet stray cat, do this

42 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#3

anyway harrow the ninth makes me so emotional because in media we've seen the "person dies to save the one they love" trope 1,000x over and muir is aware of this—it's what every previous lyctor's cavalier did, minus ianthe—but it usually just sort of ends there, with the understanding that it was tragic but a heroic and noble and romantic sacrifice, and it can't be undone. you just have to accept it and move on. but harrow said NO. i refuse to accept that. i can't accept it, i will not resign myself to this. i will undo my entire brain and rewrite my reality for the slightest chance to stop this from happening. it's not heroic and noble to her. she never wanted gideon's sacrifice, she just wanted gideon. and i think that's a really good look at the way sacrifice plays itself out in relationships and how complex it is

63 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#2

“i will write your name in the ruins of them. i will paint you across history in the color of their blood” is such an insane line i literally think about it at least once a week

80 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[one-boring-person]

I'm so glad you would write something for Dieter! I'd love it if you could write it as some sort of fluff piece where the reader is with the Basterds but has feelings for Dieter when meeting him in a bar. Him reading Nibelungenlied during Operation Kino is super cute (not condoning the murder/nazi part of him).

Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you like it! 😊

(Likewise, I don't condone any of his nazism)

Good Taste.

Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds) x reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption

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"White wine, please." I tell the bartender as he comes over, smiling pleasantly at him despite the irritation still lingering in my system.

"Of course, Mademoiselle." His German is clipped by his French accent, but I can understand him well enough.

Turning away from the counter briefly, I scan the small tavern, allowing my eyes to roam over the very small collection of soldiers and civilians gathered here. Mostly quiet chatter rises from the sparse tables, mingling with some music that seems to be floating up from somewhere, though I can't see a gramophone anywhere nearby. It's a small place, somewhat darker than most places but not uninviting in the least - it was its cozier appearance that drew me in. 

Behind me, the bartender places my glass in front of me, smiling as I take it, thanking him. Still standing, I take a sip of it, uncaring of whether or not I look suspicious in my current state.

Looking around again, I finally locate the source of the music, frowning curiously at the sight of the machine standing to the side of a somewhat darker alcove. Hesitantly, I make my way over to it, paying attention to the soft music rising from it, finding it calming after a day of intense planning and arguing, back at base. Watching the disc spin now, I find myself mesmerized by the lazy bobbing of the pin, sipping the cool wine as I eye it, smiling a little to myself. 

"Something wrong, Mademoiselle?" A smooth voice interrupts my thoughts, startling me back to the present. 

Spinning on my heel, I quickly find the slightly silhouetted man sitting in the corner, instantly fixed in place by an intense blue gaze that seems to glow through the shroud of cigarette smoke hanging around him. The lamplight beside him sends flickering shadows over a handsomely-crafted face, drawing the subtle smirk on his lips into the leer of a Greek mask. Cradled in his lap is a book I can't quite make out, the fingers of one hand held over his place on the page. His uniform is instantly recognisable to me, making me stiffen hopefully indisternably.

"No, not at all, Sturmbannführer." I hasten to reassure him, thankfully recognising the familiar major's stripes on his black overshirt. 

He seems pleased at my address, his head tilting ever so slightly.

"Then you have never seen a gramophone before?" There's an almost silent note of humor in his voice, the man obviously careful to control his tone.

I can't help but blush a little, laughing nervously.

"No, I have...I just wanted to hear the music properly." I tell him truthfully, made nervous by the SS officer.

"Oh? And what do you think?" The major takes a drag on his cigarette, gaze still fixed on me.

My own eyes linger on the contraction of his throat as he inhales, admiring the way the smoke curls around his sharp features as he exhales again, swallowing at the sight. A single strand of his slicked-back hair has fallen into his face, though he seems to have noticed it, pushing it back into place meticulously. 

"It's beautiful. I've always liked music like this." I admit, my logic screaming at me to stop telling him information like that before I overshare things I'd rather the SS didn't know.

He nods, gesturing to a seat across from him.

"You have good taste." He smiles, though it doesn't strike me as an entirely genuine one, not yet, "Please, join me. It's been some time since I spoke with someone of similar interests."

Nervous, I take a seat, hoping my legs don't shake too much as I cross them. 

"Thank you, you're very kind." I respond, taking a sip of my wine.

"Not at all, I just enjoy good company." His lip curls up over his teeth in a bastardization of a grin. Somehow, this one feels more genuine than the last smile, and I feel a blush colour my cheeks once more, finding the expression undeniably attractive on his handsome features.

"So, Mademoiselle, what is your name?" He tilts his head, eyes bright. 

"I'm (Y/n)." I say almost instantly, forgetting to use the cover name I'm supposed to have memorized. Cursing internally, I take note of how easily this man has managed to reduce my brain to mush with a single grin. 

"(Y/n), hm? A very beautiful name." He compliments me, smiling somewhat wider now, "And where are you from, (Y/n)?"

"Oh, uh…" I stammer over the answer a moment, trying to figure out what my cover story was; what had Aldo told me?

"I only ask because I don't recognise your accent. Your German is impeccable...and yet I've never heard intonation quite like yours." From the playful look creeping into his eyes now I can tell he's not as serious as I originally thought.

Deciding to play along, I give him a sweet smile.

"I can bet you've never been anywhere near where I grew up." I tell him, tilting my head with a slight smirk.

His eyebrows lift.

"Try me." 

Shaking my head, I grin and tap the side of my nose, winking as he finally grins back properly, chuckling lowly. The sound seems to resonate in my head, my heart skipping at the sound.

"I see." He grins, "And may I inquire as to what you're doing here all alone on a Tuesday night?" 

He gives me an odd look.

"You may certainly inquire." I shrug teasingly, shaking my head again, going to continue, only for him to cut me off smoothly.

"Someone has irritated you, haven't they?" A smirk plays at his lips now, "A guy."

My brow pulls into a frown at his words, my mouth opening to respond, though I can't think of what to say.

"And so you have come here to get away from him." The major lifts a brow, smoothing the tip of one finger around the rim of his glass.

Confused and curious, I feel my head tilt to the side, unsure of how to react.

"How...?" Is all I manage to say, floundering under his cool gaze.

The major gives an awkward caricature of a shrug.

"There aren't many other reasons a woman comes to a bar alone in the week." He says, "And you don't strike me as someone who'll just take crap from a guy."

He laughs a little, sounding stilted, "Sorry if I sound forward. I am often in my own company, very little with others."

"Though I will say, I am finding this company far more enjoyable than my own." He smiles winningly, a blush rising to my cheeks at the sight of the expression - he is indeed a very charming man, whether it's falsified or not.

"And I, yours, Sturmbannführer." I beam at him, somehow pleased by the compliment.

He smirks and lifts his glass in mock salute, "To new company."

"To new company." I lightly tap my glass against his, drinking as he does, replacing it on the table. As I do so, my eyes fall on the book he was originally reading.

"Is that Nibelungenlied?" My eyes widen.

As if momentarily caught off-guard, the Sturmbannführer glances at the book he's long since placed on the table, returning his gaze to me, genuine surprise and intrigue glittering in his piercing eyes.

"You've read it?" Is all he asks, seeming to lean forwards in his chair.

Nodding enthusiastically, I can't help but lean forward and mimic his more intent posture, seemingly forgetting my inhibitions about his profession.

"Yes, it's a favourite of mine! I've read it countless times!" 

"Really? I've not met many who've read it." His eyebrows lift ever so slightly, a genuine smile playing at his lips - now he looks more boyish, younger, yet the authoritative air never leaves him.

"Neither have I." I laugh, trying to contain the racing pulse inside me at his intent expression trained on me, "Do you read much?"

He nods.

"Yes, I try to. I find I often don't have time to." He goes to continue, but his attention is suddenly focused somewhere behind me, "Yes?"

The militant tone is back in his voice, stern and unyielding.

Turning, I see the bartender wavering at the entrance to the alcove, looking unsure of what to do as he sees me with the major.

"Sturmbannführer, Standartenführer Landa has sent a man to collect you...apparently you are needed." The man tells the major, swallowing.

The man in question seems to sigh, before resignedly dismissing the bartender with a flick of his hand.

"I apologise, Mademoiselle. It would appear my superiors have already made plans for me." He smiles pleasantly at me, "I hope I will see you again, (Y/n)?"

I return the expression, nodding.

"I hope so, too." I give him a playful, conspiratorial look, "I will frequent this bar more often." 

He places his hat on his head, chuckling.

"As will I." 

As I watch him pulling on a leather overcoat, I can't help but admire his lean body, finding him incredibly attractive in this light.

"Until next time, (Y/n)." He clicks his heels, turning to leave.

Before he does, I call out to him.

"May I ask your name, Sir? I do believe I forgot to." I laugh awkwardly, blushing at his suave smirk.

"Sturmbannführer Dieter Hellstrom, at your service." And with that, he's gone.

#dieter hellstrom #major dieter hellstrom #dieter hellstrom x reader #dieter hellstrom imagine #august diehl #inglorious basterds #break writes

[charliedawn]

How would they react if you were bodyshamed?

You were eating a delicious piece of cake when two nurses walk past you and barely manage to stifle a mocking laugh. One of them even dares sit in front of you with an innocent smile to ask you.

" Are you gonna finish that, piggy ? No offense, but you should really stop sugar for a while..like, forever ?"

The other nurse snickers behind her while you hesitate to finish your dessert.

Five hears it all and glares at the nurses before sitting down next to you with a family size pack of marshmallows, peanut butter and a loaf of bread that he cuts slowly and purposefully in front of them. He then makes a sandwich and takes a big bite of it before asking them with his mouth full.

" Is that enough sugar for you, you bunch of ruminating cows ?! Stick to your salads and I'll stick with my big fat diet, thank you very much."

You all look at Five with widened eyes as he keeps munching eagerly on his sandwich, not giving a second glance to the nurses and discreetly taking your hand under the table. He squeezes it lightly and you can't help the tears of joy from leaving your eyes.

" Thank you, Five.."

He swallows before letting go of your hand to make another sandwich, for you this time.

" Don't thank me, if there is one thing I managed to keep from my years with my family, it's that this sort of behavior is unacceptable.."

You nod and gratefully accept the sandwich he made for you.

" Even though, thank you, Five.."

You don't notice the light blush on his cheeks and the small smile that he gives you.

" No problem."

" Well, I've heard my load of bullsh*t for a lifetime, but yours gets the cake !"

Arthur suffered from anorexia for a very long time and doesn't like bodyshaming because of it. He understands your struggle and this is maybe why he is the fastest to react. He takes a big pie and throws it at the nurse's face with a loud giggle.

" See what I did there ? Cake ! Ah ! Hilarious !"

You can't help but laugh as well, looking at the frosting-covered nurse that glares at the both of you before walking away. Arthur then sits next to you and wipes some cream from your face with his thumb to lick it. He then winks at you and says with a smile.

" Delicious.."

Jason and Michael glare at the two nurses before sitting on each side of you to eat, like two huge bodyguards. They don't need to talk to make their point clear: p*ss off. The nurses feel a cold chill run down their spine from their death stares alone and nearly run to the exit. You frown in incomprehension before looking at the two slashers that only smile innocently at you. To your surprise, they both cut their piece of cake in two and give you half. You understand what they're trying to do and feel tears in your eyes at the gesture. You smile widely at them gratefully and they wait until you've digged in before starting their own meal.

Michael and Jason may not react verbally to the nurse's words, but they don't need to. They know that you're perfect the way you are, and their eyes hold more emotions than words could ever muster.

The Horde feels their blood boiling in their veins as they hear the bad nurse's words and it takes all of them to hold the beast back, knowing that you wouldn't be happy if he was to intervene..However..

"~Hello darling."

The movement is so fast that you don't even have time to register it until the nurse's face is buried in your piece of cake. She screams, but the sound is muffle partially by the cream entering her mouth and nostrils. You look up at Kevin's face and don't have to think twice before guessing who is in control.

" Patricia."

You utter warningly, but she only smiles sweetly at you.

" Yes, dear ?"

" Let her go.."

You say firmly, your hand on your tazer, just in case. But, she only sighs loudly before finally raising her hands in surrender. The nurse doesn't waste any time before running towards the exit, sobbing, her friend not far behind her.

" Fine. But, just so you know..I was just making a favor to this world by getting rid of two impure cockroaches.."

And with that, Patricia gracefully leaves the room. You then let out a breath you didn't know you were holding..Patricia is definitely someone intense..Note to yourself: Do not make an enemy out of her.

Freddy grits his teeths, he thought about leaving the room and letting you fend for yourself..But, before he knows it, he sits down next to you to answer the mean nurse:

" I'm sorry, fish sticks, but who asked for your f*cking opinion ?! Damn, I've met some cold b*tches before, but you're on a whole other level, like the iceberg that sank the f*cking Titanic ! Between ice-cream.."

He puts his hand on your shoulder and glares at the the two women with a nasty smirk.

"..and frozen peas, I would take the ice-cream, no offense. At least, it brings me comfort. Now, get lost."

The one who sat in front of you only humphs in disapproval before getting up and walking away. You try to hide your smile, but Freddy notices it and nudges you playfully.

" What are ya smiling at, dumb*ss ?! I just wanted the seat, now stop giggling and eat !"

Brahms sits down next to you and starts eating, as if nothing is happening..but an odd silence slowly takes place and an awkward feeling of discomfort rises in the nurse that was talking. She stares at Brahms, but the boy doesn't even raise his eyes to look at her..he keeps eating, knowing perfectly well what he is doing to her..Brahms may not be good at physical confrontation, but he knows perfectly well what the effect of silence has on the human brain..He has been psychologically manipulating his many baby-sitters with only silence and a doll for years. He then stops eating to finally look up at the nurse and she can feel his threatening smile through his mask..He then tilts his head to the side and chuckles, chuckles as if he knows something that she doesn't. She can't stay, she has to get out..And she does. You don't know what happened, but when you look at Brahms, he only smiles innocently at you before looking back at his chicken wings, munching on them happily.

Pennywise growls menacingly at the nurse that only laughs mockingly at him.

" You ? What are you gonna do, Piggywise ? Call your brother for help ? He's more fit for the job anyway.."

Your eyes widen, doesn't she know who he is ?! Pennywise himself looks dumbfounded and growls at the woman.

" What did you just say, b*tch ?"

But the nurse only smirks daringly at him before answering.

" What ? You think you can scare me ? Everyone knows that you can't do anything as long as we're not scared of you..You're old news. Plus, since you seem to stick with your no-human meat diet, you seem to have softened. Too bad.."

She snickers while you can see Pennywise's hands clench and his knuckles turning white as he tries to control himself. But then, in a flash, Pennywise punches her and sends her to the floor. He then growls at her.

" Get your skinny a** back up and be grateful I'm on a strict no-human meat diet..or you would already be a past meal."

The woman, her shock over, stands up and runs to the exit while Pennywise continues to glare at her until she's definitely out of view. He then looks at you and you smile gratefully at him.

" Thanks Pennywise."

He blushes slightly before taking a handful of pig intestines and chews on it.

" Don't mention it. It was her or the pig intestines.."

" ~Would you look at that..? Seems like someone's eager to die."

You feel the storm coming and take Penny's hand with yours to squeeze it lightly.

" No need for that, Penny.."

But Penny is already drooling and his eyes shifted to a deep orange that you already know what it stands for..You sigh before standing up and, to everyone's shock including Penny's, you push the woman that falls out of her chair.

" Are you crazy ?!"

The woman screams indignantly, but you only glare down at her. You hate violence, but it's better than letting Penny kill the woman and get rid of all your good work on him.

" Get out. Now."

Your tone is intransigent and the nurses quickly understand the message and run out of the room before Penny could rip them to shreds. Penny looks at you in awe.

"~Why did you not let me take care of them ?"

You smile and shake your head.

" Because each life is precious. You need to preserve it. Something that humankind seems to have forgotten, but I still hope that they will understand one day..A lesson that I'm trying to teach the slashers. All of you."

Penny doesn't understand, but he nods nonetheless. He may not understand your words, but he knows that they are important enough to remember. He then giggles and wraps his arms around your waist so you fall on his lap. He then takes a spoon and proceeds in hand feeding you the cake himself.

Bonus : An old memory of you and Norman

You and Norman are eating breakfast at the family hotel when one of the clients: an old lady gets down to eat with you. Everything is fine until she looks at you with a nasty look and tells your uncle disapprovingly.

" You should watch your daughter's sweet tooth, she's starting to put on some weight.."

Norman's hand that was holding his coffee starts shaking until the mug in his hand shatters. He doesn't look at either of you before standing up with a forced smile.

" One second, sweetie. Seems like I forgot to get out the trash this morning.."

You don't understand until he gets up to pick the shovel and swings it upon the old lady's head. The blow is so hard that her chair itself breaks under the weight and you can hear the old lady mumbling in shock.

"S..Stop..P..Please.."

You get out of your chair and wrap your arms around your uncle's waist to stop him as he is about to hit the old woman with the shovel again.

" No ! Uncle Norman ! Please !"

Your voice seems to bring him back to reality and he drops the shovel to place his hands on your head to stroke it softly.

" Ssh. My little monster. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He comforts you and you sob in his t-shirt, holding on to the fabric while Norman crouches in front of you to be at eye level with you and smile reassuringly at you.

" It's okay..I won't kill her. I just wanted to teach her a lesson. Nobody talks to my little monster like that, nobody."

You wrap your arms around his neck and he carries you to your bedroom. He would deal with the old hag later..For now, you're his main priority.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #number five x reader #arthur fleck #the joker x reader #norman bates

[captnjacksparrow]

why do you hate on sakura x sasuke?

like if u want sasusaku fans to respect what you respect then you should do the same, beside Sasuke would just be with any girls he wanted, nobody would forced him to marry Sakura beside Naruto and Sasuke r like brothers, they both have KIDS!

like if u want sasusaku fans to respect what you respect then you should do the same

I am not the representative of SNS fandom.... So, I can't speak for everyone. But as far as I've noticed, none of the SNS bloggers begs for respect from any other fandom, myself included. It's all give and take you know.

Now that you approached me and ask for respect.... My question to you is, "Why do you need our respect at all??? You guys became Canon. You got what you wanted. Why do you care what we think about your Ship??? If you think we don't respect your ship.... Just Block our tags and be happy, Man!!!"

You want to know why I don't respect your ship, right???

It's because of this. I found this in your tags.

You guys are Canon. And your couple have a lovely daughter and yet you hate her....

Reason Being??

Sarada comes between your couples' SMEX-LIFE or HUG...

You guys are really thirsty and cringey as hell. I don't mind people having smut content in their Fan Fiction. I really don't mind if you guys Edit something to make Sasuke and Sakura kiss or hug each other. But erasing Sarada out of your ship is Disgusting. Extremely Disgusting.

Well... This is not the only reason. I have million reasons to disrespect your ship.

Beside Sasuke would just be with any girls he wanted, nobody would forced him to marry Sakura

Oh, Really????

What about Studio Pierrot??? They are the ones who came up with this stupid idea to go for Next Generation series and they made all the characters to marry someone at the same time, have smex at the same time and spew out babies at the same time.

How Convenient!!!

And Why Sakura, you ask?

It's because SS was more popular than SK. Since Karin was not popular, Sasuke was forced to marry Sakura. That's all.

No wonder, Sarada looks like Karin.

Naruto and Sasuke are like brothers

Oh Brothers, eh???

Where is the Birth Certificate or Family Photo???

Where is the DNA report??? Sarada could able to look for DNA check up in Borutoverse.... Similarly Sasuke and Naruto could also do it. Please ask your Beloved 'Sasuke-Kun' to do a DNA check up and produce the results that they are 'Brothers'....

Bring one proof.... One Proof that they shared the womb of either Mikoto or Kushina... Then I will stop shipping this 'Incestuous SNS Fandom'.

Because we are very tired of proving everyone that they are not Brothers. This time I want people from other fandom to prove that they are brothers.

"Because we're Friends"......

Am Sorry, They are not Brothers. Naruto himself admitted it.

they both have KIDS!

Oh??? So now you remember that your Couple have a Kid???

Where was this concern when you guys made that Ugly edit by erasing Sarada out of SasuSaku???

Where was this concern when you guys made predictions that 'Sasuke lost Rinnegan, So he will stay in the village and have smex with Sakura daily and are going to have another Kid..."...?

The Thirst level of your Fandom is extremely vomit inducing... Sorry. And you guys use Sarada as an excuse to meddle with other people's ship and asking them to stop shipping them. How Hypocritical of you guys????

You know what??? I hate NaruHina too. I bash them just like your SS Ship. But they are not Thirsty unlike you guys. Their write ups are mostly Thirst Free, as far as I've noticed.

If Naruto and Sasuke have kids.... They should behave like a Father to their own Kids. I don't blame Sasuke for neglecting your Kween Sakura for a Decade. But Why Sasuke couldn't recognize Sarada????

He saw a Girl with Sharingan who is of same age as his Kid... Why couldn't Sasuke put 2+2 together to identify Sarada as his own Daughter??

Amazing Family, You Guys!!!!!

Oh, But never mind!!! You guys don't like Sarada... So, this scene will never bother you. All that matters is that Sasuke called Sakura as, 'My Wife'.... That's all you guys need.

Whereas,

Hinata sees Naruto in her Son which is perfectly Understandable.

Why are they making the same thing for Sasuke??? Did we ask for this???? Most of the SNS fans don't even watch Boruto.

If Hinata can see Naruto in Boruto..... Because of NaruHina.....

Why can't we consider Sasuke seeing Naruto in Boruto... because of SNS????

What's very funny is that... Sasuke never saw Sakura in Sarada like this, Why is that??(Well, even if he want to, he can't... Because that girl looks like Karin)...!!! He likes to spend more time with Boruto than your beloved Kween Sakura.... Why is that???

You guys should send a petition to SP to stop Sasuke from making contact with Boruto and act as a proper Father to Sarada.

Anyways, Sasuke is not a character that belongs only to SS fandom. I can ship Sasuke with whoever I want unless that person is not related to him by Blood. I see no problem in shipping Sasuke with Naruto even after they have Kids.... Because Sasuke is acting like an adoptive Father to Boruto, so far, which we, SNS Fandom, never wanted in the first place.

It's like the Manga author and Studio Pierrot are forcing us to ship them even in the Borutoverse.

why do you hate on sakura x sasuke?

It's because I hate Sakura from the bottom of my heart. I have seen many girls like her in my real life and all of them gave me a bitter experience, namely, Using people like a Toilet Brush and throwing them away.

As for why I hate your Ship entirely... I've written so many posts on that topic. Please check them out. But the most important reason being it's completely one-sided and Sakura was always behaving like a Horny dog on heat whenever she was near Sasuke which is extremely unpleasant to watch, Whereas Sasuke never showed any interest on her.

Another Reason being, SS Fandom as a whole. You guys are so nosy and meddle with other people's ship... Like you guys have this twisted delusion that 'Sasuke-Kun' belongs only to SS and pounce on everyone who ship him with someone else.

You guys really don't have to respect me or the SNS fandom. Because respect comes only when two sides were being honest and understanding each other. I have seen such people from NH, NS, SK fandom here in Tumblr. But not one person from SS, so far.

I've respected your ask and answered my honest opinion. And Thank you for not sending this as an Hate Ask.

#anti ss #antiss #anti sakura #antisakura #sasuke #sasunaru #narusasu #sasunarusasu #sns

[imerdwarf]

I've Given All I Can

Summary: You and Bucky feel as though you're pulling apart from each other, your worse fears come true one night at a party but is it too late?

Warnings: Low self esteem, angst, language, Bucky is an idiot, tears, heartbreak, implied smut (but nothing explicit) at the end 💜

Author's Notes: Happy evening 😍 this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's Drunk Drabbles 💜

Bucky has that unreadable look in his eyes again as he watches you change clothes. Your jeans feel too tight around your waist and your shirts pull across your stomach, accentuating the bulge from your food baby from all the binge eating junk you've eaten the past few weeks to help you feel better.

In truth, eating like that made you feel worse about yourself. You thought of yourself as the worst human alive because you couldn't stop it, you couldn't stop anything from going wrong with your body and your mind was in overdrive.

Your self esteem issues were eating away at you, you felt helpless as if you were screaming into a void alone and nobody was around to help you. Your mind would play the cruelest tricks. For example, how your mind would pick up on the facial expressions your boyfriend Bucky would give other women in the compound. He looks at them how he used to look at you when you first started dating, and it's been a while since you have seen that look from him.

For Bucky it was completely the opposite though, he's felt this distance between the two of you for a while and figured it was because you weren't interested in him anymore. He knows of the stress you've been under, how your insecurities are eating away at your thoughts and he longs for the day he sees your beautiful smile again.

He just knows it won't happen anytime soon and quite frankly, he doesn't even know what he should do anymore. Trying to talk to you was impossible because you would only grunt in response or not pay any attention to what he was asking or you would just change subjects which has been the case lately.

He doesn't know what do to, he wishes you would just tell him what he needs to do to make you love him again. He stares blankly at you as you change into jeans and a sweater, making no attempt to look away when you catch his stare and that look on his face.

Bucky stands and leaves you alone in the room, the door closes behind him and it's then the waterworks come to life. Tears roll freely down your cheeks as you crumble to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest, you rock back and forth feeling your heart break in your chest. You would give anything to have Bucky wrap his arms around you right now, it just seems he feels disgusted being near you and touching you.

While you were crying in your shared room, Bucky made his way to the kitchen where he saw Sam sitting on the stool sipping a coffee and scrolling through some files on the glass tablet.

"Rough mission?" Bucky asks, taking a seat opposite him and playing with the strings on his sweatpants.

"You could say that," Sam coughs into his bent elbow and looks over at Barnes to notice that worrying look in his eyes, "what's wrong?" He adds with a frown.

"Nothin'" Bucky sighs and runs a hand over his face. He looks tired and almost defeated.

"Come on man, I'm good for some things ya know!" Sam chuckles to encourage the man.

"It's just me and Y/N, things aren't... so good lately, feel like we're drifting apart." Bucky sniffles, saying it out loud was almost reality.

"Well, as your friend, I would advise you to sit down and talk about things, tell each other what's on your mind and hug it out even." Sam has a point but he doesn't understand that Bucky has tried to talk to you about this in the past and got nowhere. Now you were barely speaking.

"It's not that simple Sam," Bucky sighs and shakes his head.

Now it's Sam's turn to sigh, "nothing ever is simple. Just act like an adult and talk like adults, it's gonna be alright, man! Anyway, I got to go. I have a support group to motivate, let me know how things go." Sam grabs his backpack from the stool next to him and leaves quickly, leaving Bucky to think over his irrational plan that he thinks might work.

1 week later

Tonight is the night of one of Stark's extravagant parties and everyone is invited. It's also the night Bucky has a plan that he wants to execute to hopefully bring the two of you back together again.

He stands in front of the floor length mirror and adjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time. His black suit is tailored to fit him perfectly and he knows how much you love him in black.

Your own dress was a gift from Natasha. It showed a lot of cleavage and thigh, normally, a dress like this was not something you would have chosen.

And by the time you got downstairs to the party, the room was already crowded ranging from the less fortunate to the billionaires. You had to shimmy past a couple of people to reach the bar, you were hoping your dress might spark some interest from Bucky tonight but he's nowhere to be seen.

You take a seat on the barstool and order a martini, the bartender hands you the drink and you thank him with a smile, spinning on your seat to sip your drink and scan the room. A boisterous laugh grabs your attention and your eyes follow the offensive sound. Your eyes narrow in on the gorgeous blonde standing in the corner, but it's the man she's with that makes your heart drop into your stomach.

It's Bucky. And her hands are holding onto his biceps as he presumably tells her one of his jokes. He's smiling, he's laughing and it's the happiest you have seen him for a while. Was he miserable because of you? Were you holding him back from happiness? The scene unfolding was answering all of your questions and more when Bucky takes her hand in his and pulls her to the dance floor to dance alongside the other 'couples'. They look so happy and so lost in each others eyes that your eyes well up and the room feels like it's closing in and suffocating you.

You can't breath, you need air and fast. You slam your glass down on the bar and stand up, taking off your heels so you can get out of here even quicker. You don't excuse yourself as you barge past the happy smiling attendees.

Wanda sees everything unfold from where she was stood. She saw the way Barnes had approached the blonde woman and started flirting with her as soon as you arrived at the party. She also sees he's none the wiser of the fact you've already left the scene upset and heartbroken.

Wanda approaches the blind idiot and pulls him away from the woman he's with. "what the -"

"I could ask you the same question Barnes! What the hell do you think you're playing at? You're cheating on Y/N now? My best friend?" Wanda is seething, and the urge to punch the smirk of his face is harder to resist.

"Did it work?" He asks with a smug grin looking around the party.

"Oh yeah, if your plan was to break her heart and make her cry, it worked perfectly!"

Bucky frowns and his lip quivers slightly, "nononono! That wasn't the plan! Fuck, where did she go?"

"Who knows." Wanda shrugs, she wouldn't tell him even if she did.

Bucky rushes past her and starts to look in every room until he finds you slouched against the wall of one of the vacant offices down the hall.

"Baby!" Bucky rushes in and kneels next to you, his big arms immediately pull you into his chest. You try to pull away but his grip is too strong and you end up sobbing uncontrollably into his chest. "I'm so sorry baby."

You pull your face away to breathe, your palms flat against his chest, "you're leaving me," you croak, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. The room around you feels like it's spinning, this feels like a really bad dream.

Bucky staggers for a moment, digging his fingertips further into your flesh. "Absolutely not baby! No way! I'm so sorry you gotta believe me doll, I was just trying to make you jealous because I thought you weren't interested in me anymore and-"

"I thought you weren't interested in me!" You argue, fighting back the fresh tears threatening to fall, "you haven't touched me in so long I didn't know what to think."

"Then it's my fault doll, I read the whole situation wrong and I should have talked to you like an adult, please let me make it up to you and I promise I'll show you just how much I love you and want to touch you." His nose nudges against yours and his face dips slightly to capture your lips. His lips are soft and you quietly moan into his mouth as he spins you both around and presses you up against the door ready to make good on his promise.

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[eurynome827]

Triumph

Part 27 of Bucky's Game Nights - for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky In Love - Day Twenty Seven - Triumph

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

Once you pulled out the Uno deck, half the dinner table groaned and made excuses.

The last time everyone played Uno, the game ended when Clint got hit with a draw 2 waterfall that ended in 16 cards. He'd flipped the table.

You shuffled the cards as the boys got drinks from the kitchen.

"Do you have any draw 25 cards?" Peter asked, leaning forward with his typical puppy dog energy and you smiled at him.

"No, I threw them all out. Everyone wrote dumb stuff on them and it slowed down the game while we argued. If you were born on July 4, draw 25 cards. If you have wings, draw 25 cards."

Bucky walked back from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of beer and a glass of wine for you.

"You two can't sit together," Sam pointed at you and then at Bucky.

"Why?" You questioned, pausing the deal to wait for an answer.

"You're gonna take it easy on each other! Hold the bad cards so you don't have to give them to each other!"

"No, we won't," Bucky sat next to you, placing your wine glass out of the way of your reach as you dealt the cards. "It's just a game, Sam, stop taking it so seriously."

"You two always do this. Ever since you started with - whatever this is you're doing - every game is like the two of you versus everyone else!"

You laughed, and got distracted so you had to count the cards on the table before resuming the deal. "I will try not to take it easy on him, that make you feel better, Sammy?"

"That's all I ask."

"Whatever it is we're doing," you giggled again, looking over at Bucky, who winked at you.

Steve sat down, beer in hand. "We're still playing with the waterfall thing, or did we decide not to do that anymore?"

You looked over at Peter. "Guest's choice?"

"Let's do it! Right?"

"Okay, you heard him," you picked up your cards and started to organize them by color. "No complaining, no table flipping."

Bucky held his cards in one hand, and then searched for your hand under the table with the other, but found your thigh instead as you reached for your glass. Your eyes widened and you looked over at Bucky and he lifted his hand and moved it to your knee instead but you were already distracted - heart beating faster, breath coming short, and Bucky knew. That little half smile on his face showed you that he knew exactly where your thoughts were, and it was not on your cards.

Whenever his hand moved to take a drink or play a card, it always returned to your knee. You did exactly what Sam said you would, holding the draw 4s until the play reversed and you could hit Peter with them instead. By the time Bucky called "uno", and you had a good idea what color his last card was, you didn't take the opportunity to change the color on your turn. Bucky laid down his last card, and turned to you with a grin.

"I'll try not to take it easy on him," Sam mocked you, but you didn't care. So what if every game was you and Bucky versus everyone else now?

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[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 2 - Big Break

WORDS: 1154

WARNINGS: swearing, kinda mind control

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 2/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

„How was your mission with boys yesterday?” Wanda asked. „Good. Bucky was annoying as always. Gosh, how I would like to give him piece of his own medicine!” Wanda and Natasha laughed with you. You had girls night, with face masks, nails painting and gossiping. „You actually can do that.” Nat smirked. „How?” „Wanda can help you. With her magic thingy.” „And what exactly we should do?” you asked. „You nothing just repeat what she will tell you.” You were looking at her wide smile. „No. I can see your evil plan Nat.” „Oh c'mon! It will be fun! And Wanda has no problem with it, right?” She shook her head. „You promise it will not be anything too crazy?” „Yop.” „Ooooooookkkkkeeyy then.” „Yeas!” Nat squealed and they both threw themselves on me. „I hope I´ll not have to kill you.” „Don t worry. Now lets finish movie.”

„Parca, what did you do?!” Moi screamed at younger sibling. „Nothing!” Then disappeared in silver mist before Moi could throw something. Rai looked at them. „Come, it´s time to wash our masks off.”

Next morning you let Wanda in your head and walked to the kitchen. Bucky was already there, preparing his breakfast. „I didn’t know you are fan of Jews.” you said. „What?” he looked at you, surprised. „Bagel. It is a bread product originating in the Jewish communities of Poland.” „Cool.” He opened fridge and took out a butter and ham. „Did you know it takes 21 pints of milk to make a pound of butter? Interesting right?” „Not really.” „It also has vitamins D, E, K and A.” you said, dancing like cheerleader. Bucky laughed, watching you. „Wanna some tea?” „Second most consumed beverage on the planet – after Water? Sure, why not.” You ate in peace, which was surprising.

„Why is music so loud?” Bucky asked when he came to gym only in his shorts. „Listening to music while exercising can improve work out performance by 15%.” „Turn volume down. I can´t concentrate.” „But it´s helping me. You don’t wanna me to be healthy, strong and flexible?” „You have headphones. Use those!” You stuck your tongue at him, but obeyed and started your routine. What you didn’t see was Bucky staring at you. After 30 minutes on treadmill you moved to rowing machine. Letting your mind wondering in imaginary world you hardly felt tap on the shoulder. Only when Bucky repeated it, you turned to him. „Hey, what's up?” you gave him wide smile. „You're like Maria Sharapova.” he growled, his eyes wide. „I'm sorry?” you asked innocently. „Grunts too much.” „Makes you hard sergeant?” He was breathing shallowly and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. What was Wanda doing? „No. Just be bit quieter.” Then he turned and quickly went back to his punching bag. „I'm still not as loud as Michelle Larcher De Brito!” you screamed behind him and with smug smile you watched as he hit the bag and it fell on the floor.

„I'm not really happy about it, dear Moi, but Parca´s plan somehow works.” Moi looked at Rai sitting on trampoline and frowned. „I had nice dinner preparing on mind for them. To give them some domestic vibe. Not Y/N teasing Bucky like this!” Rai just shrugged and jumped on jumping mat. You screamed and startled Bucky as well. „What the hell Y/N?” „Trampoline moved by itself. We have ghosts here Borky. Save me, please?” You hugged him around waist and he stiffed. „If you will stop being so annoying with your random trivia. I still don’t understand how you can hold all of them in head.” „Ok, but only for today.” You stood up, took your water bottle and was ready for another machine when your next words left you in shame. „Do you know that the more muscle mass you have, the more fat your body burns while resting? I looove your muscles. Make me weak.” You realised what you have done when Bucky turned red and Wanda´s voice spoke in your head. „Run Y/N, RUN!” And that's what you did. Bucky was shouting your name and profanities in gym. „Run Y/N, run, run.” „Why are you speaking to yourself?” Wanda laughed in your head. „Shush you!” After few minutes you ran into her room, locking door behind you.

„What was that Wan? Now he's thinking I´m horny mess from him! For him!” „And you are not?” „Not at all! He's pesky, provocative, arrogant little bitch!” „Hmmm, I think he's not little. More like huge and has good package.” „Wanda!” She was laughing so much she started crying. „Don´t you have Vision for that?” „Yes. But I can have a look. You know it means nothing to me. I want only the best for you, even if Buck isn't your true soulmate. You still can have fun.” You sighed and sat next to her. „I envy you and others. I wished tattoo would appear on my skin for so long, but until now nothing happened so I decided I will do it myself.” „That's great! Whoever it is, I bet they will love you.” She wanted to hug you but then pulled away. „Sorry, but you really need shower.” You said your byes and went to your room.

You didn’t realized you fell asleep, but knocking on your door woke you up. When you opened it you met Bucky in red Henley and jogger pants. „Want something to eat?” he asked. „What?” you said taken aback. „Food. Dinner. Others left, so it´s just us.” „Coming.” You quickly put fluffy socks on and followed him to kitchen.

„Wanna some bolognese spaghetti? Or something else?” „Spaghetti is fine. Red wine?” „Why not?” You both smiled at each other as Bucky was preparing sauce and you were putting pasta in pan. Then he was cutting meat while you sat on counter, watching him. „Wanna watch something?” you asked him. „I heard Witcher is good.” „Oh, it is! Henry Cavill is there and he's sexy as fuck with his long white hair, yellow eyes and that dreamy hairy chest. Don’t forget his ass and thighs!” Bucky looked at you with raised eybrows, smirking. „What?” „I really don’t wanna your ramblings about him.” „Why? Afraid you can't compete with him?” you grinned. „I'm much better.” He stepped between your open legs, his hands on sides of your thighs. His face was closer and closer until you heard sauce bubling on stove. „We don’t wanna burned food. Right, Borky?” You handed him two plates and he put pasta, sauce and cheese on them. „To the movie room!” „And beyond!” You couldn’t stop laughing as you took wine bottle and followed him.

You ended watching half of season one and then fell asleep on Bucky´s shoulder.

Moi and Rai were on chairs happily looking at their hardest case. You two were on good way to your destiny after all.

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[writhingcreature]

Lovers ~ Ep. 1: Chapter 1

Summary: As senior year at Derry High begins, Bill Denbrough is faced with the anniversary of his brother's death. Meanwhile, the rest of the group has trouble letting go of the past

Episode Length: 8000+ words

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It was raining outside. You could hear the thick raindrops plopping against the window almost methodically. The sound was rhythmic and peaceful, the sound sinking into one's skin and loosening up their muscles. The sky was cloudy, but not so much that it blocked out the sun. Even when it rained the sun still shone on Derry. I guess only nighttime could truly conquer the blazing sun.

William Denbrough was making a boat. No one called him William and when they did it was usually a teacher or parent and he was in trouble, so to say he much preferred his nickname, Bill, was an understatement. Bill's fingers traced along the binding of a notebook as he carefully tore the page out, one hand gripping the end of the other side of the page as his other followed along the rip lines to make sure it was a clean tear. He began to carefully fold it, a frown on his face and his eyes centered on his work as he leaned in a little. Everything he did he liked to do well, but this was a boat and if Georgie was going to be able to float it, it had to be perfect. He didn't want the younger boy to come home crying because it had sunk.

George Denbrough was sitting in a corner. He had a very short attention span. Even after meaning to pay attention, he still ended up at the window, his finger tracing the fogged up glass to draw two dots and a curve underneath. A smiley face. George, like his brother, didn't hear that name too often- unless he was lost in a store or running too far away on a walk. People usually called him Georgie. Bill called him Georgie. He preferred that name, especially when it came from Bill.

Thinking of Bill, Georgie frowned. "You sure you won't get in trouble, Bill?" He asked his older brother, turning from the window to the boy he was speaking to.

Bill, sitting on his bed, paused in making the boat just for a second. "Don't be a w-wuss," he scolded. "I'd come with you if I weren't-" he cut off to cough twice. "Dying." Bill was still in his pajamas, comfy and warm. And he intended to stay that way.

"You're not dying!" Georgie insisted as he stood, a little irritated and a little worried. He didn't like the idea of Bill ever dying.

"You didn't see the v-vomit coming out of my nose this morning?" Bill asked far too innocently, fighting a smile as he began the boat making again, finishing up.

"That's disgusting." You could hear the scrunch of his nose and the curl of his lip in the way he said the word, but Bill could also see those things on his face and both almost made him crack and begin laughing right there.

As Georgie began to approach the bed, Bill had just about finished. One last thing... "Okay, so get the wax."

Georgie shifted his weight to his other foot, his stomach suddenly filled with a funny feeling and his fingers feeling itchy. But not itchy like they needed a scratch- itchy like they needed to move. He just didn't know what to do with them. "In the cellar?" He asked, his disgust and joking gone and his voice a little quieter.

"You want it to f-f-fl... float, don't you?" Bill's stutter would truly be his downfall one of these days. He and everyone else were convinced of this.

"Fine," Georgie sighed, his eyes falling to the ground as he began moving around the bed and toward Bill's bedroom door. On his way out, he grabbed a walkie talkie as Bill wrote "SS Georgie" on the hull of the paper boat, finally finished and waiting for its wax coating.

The smile on the window fades finally, giving way to the rain outside and the warmth inside.

Georgie makes his way through the house, to the cellar door. He passes his mother on the piano, and feels a little comfort from the sick feeling in his stomach at the familiar, safe curve of her face. She has the same look Bill does when he's concentrated on something too. Usually hers only comes out for big tasks or things she wants to do perfectly, since she does almost everything out of habit or years of practice and therefore doesn't need to focus on them too much to do them well. Georgie is thankful for just a second for the family genetic, and then he has moved on and he can no longer see his mother and he takes a silent breath to try and loosen up his body, which has begun to get more tense the closer he gets to the cellar. He wonders why he feels like this. Maybe he's getting sick too...

The door is white, but when Georgie sees it it might as well be covered in blood. It couldn't scare him more if it was, he had already reached peak fear. Or, so it seemed at least. Suddenly the music his mother is playing sounds... haunting, above anything. He realizes the weird feeling must be fear, as it grows and begins to twist his insides into knots. He's silent as he stops just before he can see into the darkness below, staring at the door as he tried to decide if he wanted to gather his courage or just call it a day. But then he thinks about running back into Billy's room, shaken up and refusing to go into the cellar just because- because what? It was dark? No. Bill would tease him his entire life for this one incident, even if he never did it again. Georgie could already hear the, 'Whats the matter Guh-Georgie? Still afraid of monsters in the c-cellar?" Even in Georgie's mind, Bill stuttered as an adult Momentarily he wondered if Bill would ever get over it... and then that distraction helped him take a step. And another. And then again. Suddenly he was slowly but surely clunking his way down the steps of the shadowy cellar steps, his heart racing and his breathing audible now and his eyes fluttered everywhere, never settling anywhere as he tried to take every corner and fold in. Just in case. Georgie can't hear his mother on piano anymore. He pauses, unsure once again. How is he ever going to get to the wax if he takes this long?

As if the thought summoned him, the walkie-talkie goes off, causing Georgie to jump as it made the static sounds of connect before Bill snapped, "Hurry up," on the other end. It wasn't too harsh a command, but Georgie still felt himself curl away from the device he held. But perhaps that was the fear he felt mixing with the sudden unexpected noise and the terrible idea of angering Bill, rather than Bill actually being angry. Bill was rarely angry, if ever. Never around Georgie at least, unless Georgie really pushed his buttons. And when that happened there was no reason to be scared if Bill himself. Just... the thought of even just disappointing him... no. Georgie hated it.

Georgie noticed the room smelled a little strange. Almost sweet, like rotten fruit. He shook his head. His parents would worry about it if it needed worrying about. No reason to get jumpy.

Taking in a breath, he began to move again. Climbing down the stairs until he was all the way down, eyes scanning the shelves much more slowly and more purposefully now. Looking for something specific instead of scanning the unknown for something much worse than the bad feeling that cake after Bill got mad at him.

"Where's the box? Where's the box?" He whispered to himself, filling the silence and reminding himself why he was here.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he froze, eyes slowly rising to the wall in front of him as he finally found the box of wax, but completely forgot why he was looking for it. His mind was far too occupied with the sudden feeling that something terrible was about to happen. That something horrible was watching him. Crouched in the darkness. Not coming closer, but sitting further back, licking its lips and waiting for him to move towards the stairs before jumping out and devouring him. He turned around slowly, stiffly. Immediately his eyes caught two little pin points of what looked like light. Georgie's breathing grew faster. The little lights looked to be eyes. The creature he so feared was looking at him. Stalking him from the darkness. He could imagine hands opening and closing as they itched to reach for him. Shaking, his eyes flew to the side as he looked for- Ah! There it was!

He turned back to the little maybe-eyes as he flicked on the flashlight, revealing- light bulbs. Two little lightbulbs, probably reflecting light from upstairs. He had left the door open after all. Georgie found he could suddenly breathe again and he shook his head, trying to clear it. What a silly thing to get so worked up over. Thunder crashed, echoing, and Georgie was kicked into gear as he full on sprinted to the stairs and up them, never pausing to turn off the light or close the door as he booked it to Bill's room.

Thankfully Bill didn't point out the slightly shaky state of his little brother, who took comfort once again from his mother who he could once again hear in the piano, and the same older brother that might laugh at him for needing comfort at all.

Bill had moved to his desk, the boat on top. He motioned Georgie over and the younger boy came, handing over the can of wax. Bill immediately got to work with a thick paintbrush, not as focused as before. Much more relaxed. Georgie hovered a second before pressing his chest against Bill's back, resting his chin on Bill's shoulder. His brother's warmth and the movement of his body made him feel even better and in just a second he forgot his fear altogether.

"Alright," Bill finished, picking up the boat and handing it over to Georgie, a little smile of pride on his face at his finished work. "Sh-she-she's all ready, Captain."

"She?"

"You always call a b-buh-boat she," Bill explained.

Georgie smiled. "Thanks Billy." And then he opened his arms and hugged Bill. Bill hugged back without thinking, both of them smiling. After a second, Bill's hands shifted so his fingers pressed into Georgie's sides- they wiggled. Georgie giggles softly, squirming away as Bill chuckled along, smiled turning to grins and the room lighting up and warming with the interaction. "See you later!" Georgie called as he jogged through the room with the boat in one hand, his other reaching out to scoop up his rain coat as he passed by it. "Bye!" The small boy was out the door with excitement too soon, and Bill felt... odd. He had forgotten something. Something that was poking and prodding at him. He just had to do something. Something important.

It clicked in his head as he stood up quickly, moving to the window slowly, eyes scanning the rain mess for his younger brother. When he saw Georgie, the child waved enthusiastically, the grin still on his face. Bill wondered how Georgie couldn't feel the sudden nervousness he himself did. Perhaps he was just being weird. "Be careful," he spoke into the walkie-talkie anyway. The boy ignored him and Bill swallowed before quickly adding, "I love you." He didn't know why he did it. What possessed him to. It sounded like such a deeper goodbye, and the feeling of unease grew.

Georgie paused upon hearing his brother. He turned back to the house, raising his own walkie-talkie to reply, "I love you too Billy." And then all too soon once again, Georgie was out of sight and lost in the rain.

Bill turned away from the window, staring intently at his bed before shaking his head and then taking a deep breath, forcing a soft smile before it came more naturally, the bad feeling fading away. It would all be fine.

-

It was a sunny day, which seemed so very wrong. The sun rays filtered through the curtains that attempted to block it out, warming and brightening the room without permission. The warmth was suffocating, rising anxiety and making the still boy inside feel anxious to move, even though he couldn't quite get the energy to leave his spot on his bed. If only the sub would go away... but no. Even when it rained the sun still shone on Derry. I guess only nighttime could truly conquer the blazing sun.

William Denbrough was crying. No one called him William and when they did it was usually a teacher or parent and he was in trouble, so to say he much preferred his nickname, Bill, was an understatement. Tears traced trails already set in his face from ones that had fallen before. He was on his back, staring at his ceiling with messy hair, in his pajamas. He had only had the ability to kick his blankets off before his mind set and he realized what day it was, causing him to fall into the nearly comatose state he was in now. There was a voice in his head, from a boy he knew what seemed forever ago now. Five years. A smile he missed. A laugh he so wanted to hear. A hug he desperately needed. Things he would never get again from the boy that was long gone from his life.

His door opened slowly, quietly. A flare of red enters the dark room and there stand Beverly Marsh, tall and grinning. She moves to the curtains first, allowing Stanley Uris into the room as well. Stan - this is our Mr. Uris, who, like Bill, goes more often by that name than his full one that's been reserved most often for moments of scolding or professional settings - was smiling just as Beverly was, but the one he wore was much more strained. Forced. As the sun was allowed to come in more, Bill thought to himself that it was Beverly's smile that really light up the room. Not the annoying sun he wanted to disappear on a day the whole world should be mourning.

Beverly moves to his bed, a hand moving to her hip. "Oh come on, Bill, you have school today. No sitting in bed all day." She looked at Stan who was on the other side of the bed. The interaction seemed almost scripted, the positions familiar and broken in. They'd done this exact thing - or something very similar - quite a few times it seemed.

As if Bev's look was a cue, Stan moved forward. "Mike brought one of his warmest sweaters today. It's blue so it'll go really well with your eyes." His smile was a little more natural. Small and soft and warm.

Stan and Bev both moved to either sides of the bed, offering Bill a hand to help him sit up. Bill sighed before taking them, allowing them to pull him to his feet. Bev pulled out a well work t-shirt from Bill's closet, setting it on his bed. Stan set Mike's pullover he'd had tied around his waist until now next to the shirt. He got a pair of shorts and set it on the other side of the jacket. "We'll be in again in a bit." Bev left a little kiss on Bill's cheek and then both of his friends left the room. He was alone.

Bill stared at the clothes laid out for him. He felt small and stupid, requiring this from his friends. He also felt lucky that they were so obliging to do it every year. Usually he was fine, but when this day hit it was impossible to cope. It helped that his parents always went on a vacation or trip without him to distract from the pain they felt. He was allowed to be alone and didn't have to waste energy conjuring up a happiness for their sake. Plus, his friends could just walk in and take care of him without his parents getting on his case about it.

Legging loose another sigh, Bill began to change out of his pajamas and into the outfit left for him. The shirt was familiar and soft. The jacket was a little big on him and it felt like a hug. A little heavier than his own sweaters, and long enough to hide his hands if he pulled his arms in. The outfit was perfect. Comfortable and warm and soft and familiar and a representation of everything he was lucky to have. Friends that had his back. A found family that understood and cared about him, even if no one else did.

He left his room to see Stan and Bev chatting about a book outside of his room. The conversation died as Bev's eyes moved to Bill as he approached them. Her smile was almost as soothing as the sweater and when she put her arm around his shoulders, he couldn't help but relax a little.

The house smelled amazing. The trio moved to the kitchen where Ben and Mike we're making breakfast. Eddie and Richie were bickering about which ice cream flavor was best, getting heated about how Strawberry wasn't anything compared to Chocolate and how Vanilla was a waste of time and Rocky Road was absolutely amazing but not quite as good as dick-

"Beep beep Richie," Bev and Ben said at the same time. They looked at each other, both wearing amused smiles. She winked at him and he was suddenly very interested in breakfast again.

"Stanley the Manley!" Richie cheered. "Tell the Spaghetti boy that vanilla ice cream is NOT a waste of time and that the sweet simplicity let's you add anything you want and that he's just jealous because he could never produce such a sweet necture himself."

"Gross," Eddie groaned.

Stan seemed to consider for a second. "Are we completely ruling out cookie dough ice cream?"

Bill moved further into the room, taking a seat at the table. "Breakfast will be done soon," Ben said as he joined, leaving Mike to finish the rest. Eddie and Bev sat down too. It seemed that Stan had taken Eddie's place in the argument, and it was goikg a lot more insistently now. Before it had been obvious that Richie and Eddie were bickering to fill the silence, but now it almost seemed that Stan and Richie were just going back and forth simply because that's what they always did. They got into dump arguments that lasted hours because Richie had the kind of connections in his brain that took forever to explain, but totally lined up once he did; Stan was just very straightforward and good at debating. Richie was simply stubborn and set in convincing Stan, and Stan was just as stubborn on not being convinced. They finally realized everyone's migration pattern when Mike announced that the food was done and began to move things to the table with Eddie's help. Everyone sat down - Stan and Richie, across from each other, still adding little comments and new thoughts about ice cream flavors they'd forgotten or new points to consider - and began eating.

It was hard to breathe around the food and through the thick atmosphere. The sun shone through the curtains as Bill stared at the sausage and hash browns and eggs and pancakes that all looked and smelled so good. The meal that he otherwise would have inhaled was now scraping against his mouth like sandpaper. He couldn't appreciate it so he ended up just staring at it, wishing he could enjoy it. Wishing he could enjoy anything. Next to him, Ben leaned closer so their shoulders were touching. He pretended he wasn't doing it on purpose, but he wasn't lowkey enough.

Bill's love language was physical touch. Hugs and hand holding and clothes that were comfortable were what comforted him. This show from Ben was a way of comforting without bringing attention to Bill's emotions and thoughts- even if it wasn't necessary since everyone at the table noticed. It was just something none of them ever said out loud. Not today.

At some point Stan and Richie's argument turned to a new topic, and Mike mentioned something about a new book he was reading and Ben picked up the conversation so the two went back and forth. As with the earlier attempts, it was lacking the usual gusto and felt a little awkward and strained. Any silence was suffocating and every pause seemed to stretch eternities. Bev, across from Bill, leaned closer and began to tell him about a bunch of random things. Gossip. The latest fashion and how she didn't like the turn it was taking for some people. New designs she had in mind. Some pieces she wanted to work on. A little while back Bev had picked up a hobby of taking her old clothes and clothes from thrift stores and making them better. More her current style, or "cuter" or more in fashion. Then she'd give it to someone or wear it, changing it again if needed. She was really good at it and it gave her a lot to talk about.

Sometimes Bill thought Bev would be better as an actress than a seamstress. As good as she was with clothes, she was still eternally better when it came to pretending nothing was wrong. While everyone else struggled and Bill didn't even try, her words were easy and her smile was bright and her posture was relaxed. She was casual and made everything seem a little better- just like always. Nothing changed on this day when it came to Bev. It amazed him. Maybe it was that she'd never met Georgie... but neither had Mike or Ben, and they felt the tension too. How did she do it?

Practice.

Now that was a thought he REALLY didn't want to think about.

Her warmth and ease was contagious. As they cleaned up after breakfast and got on their bikes to head to school, there was a sudden relaxation that wasn't there before. Richie rattled off jokes and comments and jabs as usual, and Bev laughed at every single one. She egged him on and cheered everyone up at the same time. She made the sun bearable and the air easier to breathe with her laughter. She pulled smiles from each of them, and for the first time ever no one told Richie to shut up or rolled their eyes or shot comebacks at him or threw a "beep beep" in his direction. They all just smiled and laughed and enjoyed his voice that never left room for the silence that allowed too much time to think and remember. Remember dark tunnels that had a burning, terrible smell that sunk into their skins and never left their clothes. Remember a small boy with a bright smile and messy hair and the best intentions. Remember red hair and glowing yellow eyes, and rows and rows of razor sharp teeth ready to slice into them if they let their guard down for even a single second...

When they got to school, it was business as usual. Locking up their bikes and heading inside. Bill noticed randomly and suddenly that they all held their backpacks differently. Eddie had both hands on the straps of his backpack, while Richie had only one strap on his shoulder. Like Eddie, Stan had both straps on his shoulders but held only one of them in his hand. Bev had a shoulder bag that her hand loosely kept hold of, while Ben wore both of his two straps like Eddie and Stan while he left his hands dangling by his sides. Mike, who wasn't quite used to school yet even though he'd been going to public school for a little while now, had his bag by the loop on the top as he left it slung over his shoulder. He had a strapless bag and hated to keep it at his side because the students around them too often kicked it out of his hands. Bill himself wore only one strap of his backpack like Stan, but kept his hands by his sides like Ben. These similarities and overlapping details somehow eased Bill. He was one to notice small things like this when he was anxious. Perhaps it was his mind that did it. The same mind that wrote stories with the kind of details that painted out a scene in a reader's mind. The same mind that could recollect and recreate images on paper that seemed so realistic only because it had depth and character- hairs out of place, a car going by, a sign in a shop window- and on and so forth.

"Bill?" The boy's head snapped over to Stan, who was looking at him expectantly.

Feeling sheepish, Bill rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, what was that?" He hadn't been paying attention.

Unsure of what exactly had been on Bill's mind, Stan tried not to let his worry show. Sometimes when Bill got too quiet and spaced out too much, his mind went to dangerous places. Especially on days like today. "I was just asking when the last time you got a new jacket was. This one has a hole, and cold season is just around the corner." It was never REALLY cold in Derry, but Stan's sentiment was always there and well meaning.

Bill thought a second, trying to recall when he'd gotten his current jacket, which indeed had a hole and was getting quite worn down. "I think- two Christmases ago?"

Stan glared. "You have to get a new jacket. Immediately. Honestly, what would you do if I wasn't here to remind you?"

This made Bill's heart drop into his stomach and for a second, he remembered.

"Bill!" It was a whiny call and that was probably the biggest reason the older Denbrough even acknowledged it. "It's so late, Billy, why are you still awake?" The boy standing in the doorway was bleary eyed and had messy hair- he had obviously been a sleep until something had woken him up and carried him into the doorway he was in now. Perhaps it was the light from Bill's room.

"I know what time it is-"

"It's midnight."

That surprised Bill. His irritation vanished as his eyes flickered to his clock, which was too far away to catch his eyes unless he looked over at it, like now. That's probably how so much time had passed since he'd last looked at it. It was indeed far too late for him to be awake. He had gotten so caught up in the current art project he was doing that he'd lost track of time. He softened, looking back at his brother. "Thanks, Georgie. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Yeah." The word came out a croak, his throat and mouth suddenly far too dry. "I'd loose my head." He forced a smile but it was too tight. Strained and awkward.

Stan felt sick. Bill had remembered. He had remembered something. Something that had hit him hard and upset him deeply. He only made that expression when he had remembered. "Uh, yeah." Stan blinked, trying to get his mind in order.

"What kind of jacket will you get?" Eddie jumped in helpfully, trying to cover up Stan's blunder and continue distracting Bill.

Bill cocked his head. "There are more than one kind?"

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd ask that question. Of COURSE there are! There are different designs and patterns and colors. Come on."

There was a second that Bill considered this. "I don't know which one I'll get. It'l depend on where I go and what's there."

"Get a brown one," Mike chimed in. "The dirtiness doesn't show as much and you don't have to wash it as often. Then it'll last longer." Eddie and Stan both stared at him like he'd just had a ginormous bug crawl out of his mouth. "What?" He asked, unsure what he'd said wrong.

"Or get a blue one!" Bev piped up, not allowing Stan and Eddie to reply to Mike and divert attention from the positive thoughts and feelings. "It'll go with your eyes and make them pop out more. It'll be a great look for you!"

"I mean you guys are only thing one color here," Richie added next, his hands moving to enunciate how into this he was getting. "Get one with ALL the colors." He wore a shit eating, excited grin that almost got Bill to smile.

Shaking his head, Bill rose an eyebrow as he said, "I think the spot for dressing like a clown is already taken by you, Trashmouth."

Richie's smile wiped off his face. Stan jumped in to snag Bill's attention away so he wouldn't be able to think about what he'd just said. "I like Bev's idea with the blue. I think if you went yellow it would work really well for your hair, since you have some blonde highlights. Or maybe a blue and brown. A combination of colors might actually work."

"I have to go," Richie suddenly choked out, his tone suddenly dead and dark and his eyes a little spaced out. "I- I have to get to class."

Bill went to ask what was wrong - because when Richie was upset, it rarely showed, so to have such a drastic change in character was startling - but Eddie spoke up first. "You're right. It's almost time. Let's go." The two boys had first period together so they headed toward it together as well. It was a relief to Richie, who didn't want to be alone as something he'd tried so hard to forget replayed over and over in his head.

A yellow rain jacket clutched in Bill's hands. The same coat moments before on a small boy. A boy that was so different than Richie remembered. A coat that Richie had seen Georgie Denbrough wear and treasure for nearly three years now. It was a hand-me-down from Bill, who'd never worn it but had meant to. He'd just had a growth spurt before he could use it. Before that though, Bill refused to let him touch it. He said it was special from mom and dad, and he didn't want Georgie to mess it up- not even on accident. Bill had complained for weeks after it had been too small and Georgie had gotten it, but Georgie secretly told Richie that he loved it. It was a little too big when he first got it, and that's why he had it so long. Georgie thought the jacket precious.

"It has to be special if Bill was so upset when I would touch it," Georgie explained one day, with that same bright smile and eyes full of light and life and excitement and pride.

That same boy, in the dark room with the floating bodies and the large piles of trash and the terrible smell, wore the yellow jacket that until now hadn't gotten a single speck of dirt on it that Georgie wouldn't furiously clean off. Except the bright yellow was dim and faded and crusted with muck and mud and grossness that made Richie sick. He had wondered at the time how Eddie and Stan were handling the dirtiness, when even a speck of dust usually bothered them.

Georgie, with a tarnished jacket, for the first time ever, didn't smile. His eyes were blank and lifeless. And just a few moments later, Bill would plant a nail between his eyes and the Georgie that so wasn't Georgie wold become taller. His limbs would grow longer. He would become... would become...

Eddie's hand was solid on Richie's shoulder. "Rich?" His gaze focused on Eddie's brown eyes that he found himself let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Eddie. Eddie was here, clean and pristine. The only blemish was the frown that curled his lips the wrong way and the deep concern in his gaze.

"Sorry." Richie cleared his throat and shook his head to clear it. "I was just-"

"Remembering?" It was a grim silence as they both took a break from the forced emotions they had to keep up around Bill. It was Bev and Stan's plan in the beginning, but once they'd done it the first two years it had sort of become unspoken law and now they all did it without thinking about it. Expressing how horrible this day made them all feel was rude to Bill, who had been hurt by all of it the most, arguably. Richie nodded without speaking. "I do it too." Eddie took a breath, mirroring Richie's head shake to push away his own dark thoughts. "This morning, on my way out, I was making lunch and accidentally cut my finger." He held up his ring finger on his right hand, which had a bandaid on it. In the rush and focus that today demanded each year, Richie had missed it before now. "It was small, but bled a little. I was already thinking about today. Preparing. So it was only too easy to think about... about the bathroom. Remember?"

Richie sighed. He remembered it only too well. His brain raced to try and come up with a joke to relieve the tension or bring a smile to Eddie's face again, but for the first time in years, nothing came to mind. "Come on Eds, we really do have class."

"Don't call me that," Eddie spat halfheartedly, his face scrunching up. Richie managed a smile, which then pulled one from Eddie just like Richie's smiles always did.

As they went to class, Eddie tried not to let his face show that he was far too clearly seeing the red room coated in blood that he'd tried so hard not to allow his brain to conjur up this morning when it had all happened. He mostly succeeded, but couldn't get the memory of his friends' faces as they scrubbed and cleaned and tried not t think about what they were scrubbing and cleaning. He tried not to remember how the blood was warm and how it stained the bottom of his shoes and stuck under his nails and how it made him dizzy when he first saw it. How sure he'd been that he was about to pass out.

The bell rang and class started, giving Eddie a diversion. Eddie usually dreaded the sound of that damn bell - especially when it meant that the long day of sitting still and biting his tongue as student and teachers alike annoyed his will to live right out of him. Today, though, he was more relieved to hear it than he was when he washed his clothes and put on a warm, clean shirt that smelled of detergent and warmed his skin and made everything better somehow. Which, honestly, was saying something major.

-

Mike rubbed his face with both of his hands, squeezing his eyes shut. "I just can't do this," he complained softly to Ben, who was sitting next to him and patting his back in an attempt at easing a burden they all carried. A burden that was dragging them all under and drowning them. How could he help Mike with his weight if Ben couldn't even take care of his own? He couldn't. That wouldn't stop him from trying though. "Pretend that nothing happen everyday, and then go on like THIS everyday time this year. This day is hell for all of us. And I understand why its hardest for Bill, but Georgie's death is a constant reminder of what happened and I just can't stand the holding my breath and walking on eggshells and never letting my guard down all day for a whole day, like-" He cut off, shaking his head.

"You're honest," Ben offered softly. "It makes it hard to look at Bill - one of your closest friends - and lie. I get it."

A heavy sigh came out of the teenage boy. There was a pause, and when Mike next spoke, his tone was dark and heavy and it made Ben stop cold. "What do you most remember about it?"

Frowning, Ben's hand dropped into his lap as he tried not to indulge Mike too much. He had to watch out for his own mental health too. However, the second Mike asked the question, Ben knew the answer. "Red." At first he thought the word hadn't made it out of his mouth all the way, but then he felt the shudder go through his body as the sound of his own voice hit his ears, and he knew he'd done it. "The way It turned into Bill's mom. And the balloon. And, uh, Beverly's hair." He coughed and Mike chuckled dryly, too anxious to laugh but too amused not to acknowledge the blush that never failed to peek out when Ben mentioned the redhead. "I just remember so much red that summer. And then the bloody bathroom..." He shuddered and when his eyes opened again, he saw something else other than the green grass- just for a second.

She was standing there. Her smile was wide as it seemed to make the warm a little more, as per usual. A little more bright. A little more warm. A little MORE- in general. Better and more fulfilling. He saw the light reflecting off of her fiery head as she tilted it back in laughter. Her gorgeous eyes that focused on Bill Denbrough instead of him. She was standing there with that smile and those eyes and her short, wonderfully messy hair looking at someone else.

And suddenly she turned and her eyes found him, but that wasn't part of the memory while he cleaned the bathroom, witnessing a scene he wasn't supposed to be near enough to know was happening. Suddenly it wasn't Bev and Bill, and the hair was a different kind of red. The skin was far too pale and the smile was cruel and twisted. And the eyes... they weren't soft and green and full of life. They were blue. Dead and empty like a sky on a blank day. A day without clouds or birds or any sign of life. A weirdly beautiful blue, that should have been calming but was anything but. Not like Bill's blue eyes. It's blue eyes. Blue eyes that were replaced with glowing yellow lights that stared into his soul as the Thing blinked.

"Ben!" Suddenly his vision was blocked as a slight pressure lay over his eyes. He was somewhat in the present, half consumed by darkness and hot breath and half sitting in a warm day with a slight breeze, one of his closest friends blocking his vision because calling his name hadn't worked well enough. As he came to, it was slowly and with struggle, like he was moving through honey rather than his own mind. He became aware of things slowly. His fast, shallow breathing. His hair that had been pushed out of the way as Mike covered his eyes. His racing heart that was still loud in his ears. His shaking hands. His trembling lip. When he was more calm, Mike stepped away and all Ben could see was a caring, concerned expression and a cloudy but bright sky and green trees and grass and bushes and then the streets and the school. "Are you okay?" Mike flinched as he asked the question.

"Fine." His voice betrayed him. Even in just the one word, it was obvious that he was emotional and upset. He sounded almost winded, and he wondered if he was about to have an anxiety attack or if he'd already had one while he was too stuck in his head to notice. "I'm sorry I can't be of more help, Mike."

Mike shook his head. "We all need help."

"Where would we get it from?" Ben asked after he caught his bearings and got a full grip on himself.

The care on Mike's face deflated in resignation. "That's the thing, isn't it? We can't get it from anywhere." Never had a more hopeless thing been said or heard. The two boys sat in heavy silence. The two boys who were usually soft and bright and warm now sat under a storm cloud that blocked out the sun and any warmth and drenched them in a torrent of emotions that ripped them apart viciously and mercilessly from the inside out. There wasn't a single hint of a smile between them.

-

When school ended, it was a relief.

The Losers all gathered up, most of them beat down and failing to do their job. Usually once they hit the end of the school day, only two Losers remained standing. An awkward but willing Stanley Uris and a bright, chipper, forever unfazed Beverly Marsh. The others branched off early, touching Bill in some way of comfort before leaving. Eddie elbowed him gently to catch his attention before waving goodbye. Richie ruffled his hair, shoving his head a little to get him to laugh. It almost worked. Ben reached out and tugged on his hand to get his attention before heading his own way far earlier than he'd turn from the group usually. Mike pat Bill on the shoulder before saying he had to head home to help his grandpa with the sheep. And then Mike's face went dark and his eyes glazed over for a second and it was as if Bill and Mike were both seeing the staple gun pointed at a boy that was too small and standing despite fully missing an arm and having been assumed dead. Then Bev was catching his attention and Mike seemed to be running a marathon, in the way he got on his bike and began racing for home like his life depended on it.

Stan and Beverly kept his mind busy all day. The three of them had dinner, with Stan cooking and Bev talking Bill's ear off. Then Bev got him into pajamas and they both lay in bed with him for a little while, until he fell asleep. Bev got up far sooner than Stan did. Stanley lay next to Bill as Bev got dinner cleaned up and everything ready to go. His hand found its way to Bill's nose, brushing the back of it against the bridge of Bill's nose to help him fall asleep more deeply. When they left, they kept up their energy. They were much more at ease now, fed and having fallen into a pattern after the others left. The two had an easy friendship, bonding deeply and closely over experiencing something the others hadn't had the horror of yet.

Because when Beverly and Stanley thought of It, they didn't think of colors or details or smells or small boys- even though Stan knew Georgie. They both thought of one thing and one thing only. Bright lights and a hazy thickness that blocked their vision and clouded their mind, shoving blurry and nonsensical scenes that were supposed to be the future. Scenes that were far too clear for comfort, and yet still were so broken and scattered that they rarely ever made sense. And when they did, they both wished it didn't.

So they didn't think about it all day. They were so good at keeping Bill busy, because they had practice keeping themselves and each other busy. Not just one day a year but every day all day every week of every month- all year long. Usually they handled it perfectly fine, focusing on what was currently happening and not what would or had happened. Focused on this stupid town and their amazing friends and school - even though it was sometimes the worst - and homework and swimming in the Quarry and a Summer full of games and laughter and chasing each other and dunking each other under the water and staying up too late and waking up too early and bird watching and telling jokes and secrets and rolling their eyes and judging people together and even judging each other... less together.

Because when they did focus on It... When they looked back and remembered, it wasn't a memory or a panic attack. It didn't knock the breath out fo them or leave them breathless or weakened or scared or shaky or emotionally vulnerable.

No that would be too kind. When they did think about what happened, it was only at one of their houses and at the end of the day, after the two of them were completely alone and they were having a secret sleepover the others didn't know about. It was only when Stan's parents were asleep and they'd pretend to go to bed. And then like clockwork, without even looking at the clock, midnight would hit and the day would be over and their unspoken vow to keep it together all day for their friends and family would crumble and simultaneously, the unbreakable Beverly and sturdy Stan would shatter and crack and explode. They would sob, shaking violently and clinging to each other. They would gasp and close their eyes tight. They wouldn't just cry- they would completely loose it. Thankfully they were both quiet criers, but that didn't change the violence of their mutual shut down. They would let all their barriers down and let loose all the emotions they'd been holding in all day. All year. And suddenly they weren't two kids who had been through a similar experience. They were one person, agonizing over a same pain only they could understand. And for a night, that was okay. It could just be the two of them and no one else and they could feel this pain.

How else were they supposed to deal with the memory of the Deadlights when none of their friends could handle their own trauma, let alone Stan and Bev's horrors?

No.

Bill sat awake and listened to the silence in a house that pretended like Georgie never existed, his parents on vacation because they refused to be in town or anywhere near anything that reminded them of the son they never stopped grieving- including the son they still had.

Mike fell asleep but woke often to nightmares after having to use the nail gun again- just as he'd dreaded. The action alone dug up so many memories that between those and the whole day combined, he couldn't handle it... Sleep was still important, though. They had school tomorrow after all.

Eddie spent the night half asleep. Sort of conscious and aware; drifting in and out; sort of noticing the world and sort of resting. His dreams were all foggy and empty and he was unable to collect a coherent thought or make sense of the blobs and nothings that every once in a while popped out at him when he was a little more sleep than awake.

Ben slept like a rock, still and locked down to the bed despite the occasional twitch. So very unlike how he actually slept, where he was usually pulling blankets and pillows close to his chest and burying his face in something soft or warm or familiar, now he lay still, on his back, with nothing near or even touching him. At least he slept.

Richie didn't even bother getting into bed. He sat on his window sill, his window open and his legs hanging out to dangle against the side of his house. He leaned against his banister and watched the stars and moon and hummed random, terrible sounding tunes under his breath and let the stress of the day melt away.

Bev and Stan held each other and cried until they passed out. Bev was out first, Stan using the same trick on her that he did on Bill. Gently caressing the bridge of the nose always worked. No matter how old the person was or how often they had it done to them, it always worked. He fell asleep with a heavy heart and an enthusiasm for what the next day would bring.

It was fine. It was all fine...

It had to be.

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