#i wish the answer was simple but it isn’t. it’s crazy in here.

[corroded-hellfire]

Sight for Sore Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Summary: With both of Eddie's sons having respective issues at school, you feel more a part of the family than ever when all of the Munsons want you by their side.

Note: I thought this up in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, now here we are. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of bullying, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, dad!eddie, older!eddie

Words: 5.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

It’s family movie night in the Munson house, but unlike most other quality times with you and the boys, Eddie can’t focus on the film that’s playing on the television. Ryan brought home yet another disappointing progress report. Not only is that unusual for his eldest son, but it’s also frustrating because when Ryan comes home to do his homework, he always understands it. Be it you or Eddie who goes over it with him once he’s finished, both of you can confirm that the kid knows his stuff. So why are his grades suffering?

At first, Eddie was concerned that Ryan was being bullied. He had brought up to you the idea of teaching Ryan how to fight, but you insisted it would be better to talk to Ryan’s teacher and see if she noticed anything. Mrs. Renner told Eddie that she had not seen anything out of the ordinary, but she would keep a special eye on Ryan. After two weeks of observing Ryan and other students throughout the day, she was able to report back to Eddie that everyone seems to like Ryan and he had no problems with anyone those entire two weeks. It was a relief, but Eddie was back to square one. 

Possibilities still running through his mind like crazy, Eddie absent-mindedly rubs his thumb across the small strip of your skin exposed as your t-shirt rides up. 

“My powers are beyond your mortal imagination. For instance, my eyes can see straight through your armor. Oooh! All right, that's it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Make a note of this. Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow, dis…”

The small, red dragon's rant barely registers in Eddie’s mind as his eyes trail over to Ryan, sitting on the other side of you. His son’s face is all scrunched up as he looks towards the television, his small body even leaning as forward as he can in his seat. Eddie’s brows furrow as he watches Ryan for a few moments, and the boy’s facial muscles don’t move at all.

“Uh, bud? Ry? Can you see the TV okay?” Eddie asks. 

“It’s kinda blurry, isn’t it?” Ryan asks, scrunching his face up to squint even more. “Is it ‘cause it’s an old TV?”

You swivel your head towards your boyfriend and the two of you share a knowing look. Eddie’s shoulders sag with relief, a simple solution to an issue that’s nagged at him for weeks may be within reach. 

“It’s not blurry,” Luke blurts out from his place on the floor in front of the couch. His Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle coloring book is flipped open in front of him, half colored and half covered in butter stains from the six-year-old’s fingers that keep digging into the popcorn bowl. “TV’s fine,” Luke follows up, spewing a few kernels out of his full mouth. 

Movie pushed from your mind at this new revelation you may have stumbled upon, you turn yourself on the couch to face Ryan better. Eddie adjusts his arm that was around you to simply wrap his arm around your middle and lets his fingers glide softly over the cotton of your t-shirt. 

“Um, Ryan?” you ask, watching his adorable little face as it pinches up this way and that to watch the animated singing soldiers on the television. “Where do you sit in your class?”

Now Ryan’s face just scrunches up in confusion; to him, this question came out of nowhere. 

“By the bulletin board and the bathroom key hanging on the wall. Right behind Lorraine Poe,” he says.

“Oh, sweetie, no, I meant, like, towards the front, towards the back…” you trail off. 

“Kinda middle I guess,” Ryan answers with a shrug, turning back towards the movie. 

Eddie lets out a gentle sigh and you lean your body back against his. His large, warm hand rubs over your belly for a moment as he watches his son’s profile.

“Can you see the board okay?” Eddie asks. “At school?”

“Sometimes,” Ryan answers, the song in the movie pulling most of his focus. 

“Sometimes?” his dad questions.

“Yeah. Sometimes my teacher writes so small that I can’t always see what it says, though.”

You frown and tilt your head down onto Eddie’s shoulder.

“Have any of the other kids said anything about her writing being too small?” you ask. 

“No.”

“Ry?” Eddie clears his throat. “I think maybe we should take you to an eye doctor.”

This captures the eight-year-old’s attention back from the screen. He pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. It makes your heart ache at how small and vulnerable he looks like this, the fear of going to the doctor evident on his cherubic face. 

“Why?” he asks softly. 

“Well, it sounds like you’re having trouble seeing. The board at school is blurry, the television here is blurry,” Eddie points out. 

“I don’t want to go.” Ryan shakes his head.

“Why not, sweetie?” you ask as you reach forward to move some hair off of his forehead. 

Ryan’s fingers start to fidget where they’re pressed up against his jeans and he begins to gnaw on his lower lip—a few nervous habits he picked up from his father.

“What if there’s something wrong with my eyes?” he asks in a small voice. 

“Ryan, honey.” You lean forward out of Eddie’s grip so you can wrap your arms around the eldest Munson brother. “There is nothing wrong about needing some help to see. Plenty of people do.” You hold him against your chest and rub your hand up and down his arm soothingly.

“I don’t want glasses,” he mumbles. 

Being a kid is hard enough already. Add how soft spoken Ryan is and add new glasses on top of it, and you can understand where he’s coming from. Some jerky kids might say some mean things. But that’s not a reason he shouldn’t get his eyes checked out. 

“Hmm,” you muse. “You know, I can think of a very special little boy who wears glasses. He’s probably the coolest kid there is besides you and Luke.” 

“Who?” Ryan is clearly curious, but still hesitant about where you’re going with this. 

“You don’t know?” you ask him with a smile. “You only read about him every night before you go to bed.”

Ryan gasps in delight, sitting straight up in your arms. 

“Harry Potter!” The excitement on his face has your heart gushing from the inside out.

“The Boy Who Lived!” you cheer. “He’s a super powerful wizard and he needs glasses to see.” 

A shy but genuine smile starts to appear on Ryan’s face and Eddie subtly gives your waist a small squeeze of appreciation. 

“There’s also Superman,” Eddie adds. 

“Clark Kent wears the glasses,” Luke corrects his father, eyes never leaving the TV. You do your best to hold in a giggle; wherever Eddie’s geeky knowledge ends, Luke’s begins. 

“And Clark Kent is Superman,” Eddie says, picking up a piece of popcorn and tossing it at the back of Luke’s head. 

Ryan seems more at ease now, his body posture more relaxed and less rigid as he settles back into the couch cushions. You go to snuggle back into Eddie’s side when Ryan looks up at you with those big brown eyes that are identical to his father’s and slips his small hand into yours. 

“Will you go with me?” he asks, voice soft.

You could almost cry at the question. He wants you to go with him. The love and trust he has in you in this moment of fear and uncertainty means the world to you. Eddie doesn’t miss the emotion on your face at the comfort you bring to his son. He knows he’s so lucky to have you, the woman of his dreams, but the fact that you and the kids wholeheartedly love each other as well? It’s enough to make Eddie tear up any time he thinks about it for too long.

Before you give Ryan an answer, you look at Eddie, wanting to make sure that this is okay with him and that you’re not overstepping. Eddie gives you a nod, his eyes shining with pure adoration.

“Of course I will, Ry.” You press a kiss to the top of his head, and he then lays it down on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he answers, just loud enough for you to hear.

There’s no reason he has to thank you. This moment, this trust and love he’s giving to you as a parental-type role means the world to you. You’re clearly not the babysitter anymore—you’re their dad’s girlfriend, but a new relationship is blossoming between you and the boys as well. The strong ties that always bonded you and the kids are being bronzed, never to fray or be broken. This is starting to feel in the neighborhood of motherly and it feels more amazing than you could have imagined. 

Ryan keeps his hand in yours the entire time you sit in the waiting room of the tiny optometrist’s office. The fact that you’re his comfort in this situation has you practically beaming enough to be one of the models on the posters that surround you of people who are overly excited to have a new pair of glasses. Ryan has always loved and felt safe with you, but this is different, and you both know it—even if neither of you know how to put it into words. 

“Ryan Munson?”

His small hand is surprisingly strong as he grips yours like a lifeline at the sound of his name. Before you stand up, you lean in to whisper in his ear.

“I’m going to be right next to you the whole time. I promise.”

The words have Ryan loosening his vice grip just enough that you’re able to feel your fingers again. The two of you are led into a small office that has model after model of the human eye and a large chair directly in the middle of the room.

“You must be Ryan,” the doctor says as he steps into the office and shuts the door behind him. He’s an attractive man with a kind smile, right around Eddie’s age. “I’m Dr. Barnes. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Ryan gives him a nervous smile as he climbs into the large chair. “Nice to meet you too.”

You take a seat in a yellow hard plastic chair near the door and the doctor turns around to introduce himself to you as well. After he shakes your hand, his attention goes back to his patient.

“Tell me a little bit about what’s been going on with your eyes, Ryan,” Dr. Barnes says as he sits down on a rolling stool. 

The boy shifts in the large chair, the nervousness still very prevalent. “Um, well I-I haven’t been able to see the board very good at school. A-And at home the TV is all blurry.”

“Well, we definitely have to fix that!” Dr. Barnes says with a sympathetic sigh. “Gotta be able to do your work at school and then come home and watch cartoons. It’s a good thing your mom brought you in.”

You freeze, half a sputter coming from out of your mouth because you don’t know what to say. It’s a logical assumption on the doctor’s part, but if you let it slip by without correcting him will Ryan think that’s weird? If you correct the doctor will Ryan take that as meaning you don’t want to be called his mother? Or would Ryan feel like you’ve crossed a boundary if you just go on letting Dr. Barnes think that you’re his mom?

“She’s the best,” Ryan says, saving you from speaking at all. The anxiety immediately leaves your body at his words. The way Ryan smiles at you from his chair while the doctor sets things up has your heart soaring. His look practically says, yeah, I said you’re my mom because that’s what I want.

Somehow you manage to keep it together without crying—you’ll do that in front of Eddie later. Dr. Barnes turns out the main lights and puts a focused light on an eye chart just above your head. You watch as he tests Ryan’s vision by looking at different charts and signs full of numbers and letters of all sizes before he lowers the phoropter in front of the eight-year-old’s face. Ryan almost goes cross eyed trying to look at the machine as it gets closer to him, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Okay, I’m gonna show you two different lenses and you tell me which one is clearer while looking at that chart. Sound good?” Dr. Barnes asks.

“Uh huh,” Ryan says as tries to find the right angle to look into the machine. His voice is much steadier now. 

“One or two?”

“Uh…one.”

Multiple strengths are tried out and it seems like Dr. Barnes asks Ryan to pick between “one and two” about a million times. Even you’re getting fidgety in your seat by the end of it, so you can only imagine how antsy Ryan is. 

It was pretty evident to you that Ryan would end up needing glasses, but the little boy looks less than thrilled when the two of you head back out into the main area so you can find some frames.

After spotting a few pairs that he likes, Ryan starts to find it fun, seeing which ones look better on him and which ones make him look silly. In the end, he settles on two different sets of frames—which Eddie already said he’s cool with because he’d bet good money that one pair would either get lost or broken before the year is out. 

As you’re paying, Dr. Barnes makes sure the copy of Ryan’s prescription is all filled out before he hands it to you. The paperwork comes with a smoldering smile from the optometrist, and as flattering as it may be, it still makes you feel a tad awkward.

“I suppose I’ll see you back here in a few weeks, huh?” Dr. Barnes asks, directing the question at you instead of Ryan.

“Oh,” you say, caught off guard by the flirting. You look down and shake your head, but you see your ringless hand and understand why the man probably thinks you’re a single mom. “His dad,” you start, wrapping your arm around Ryan’s shoulders, “he, um, my boyfriend will probably be the one coming here to pick up the glasses with Ryan.”

“Ah,” Dr. Barnes says with a nod. “I guess I’ll see you soon then, Ryan.”

You look down to see Ryan squeezing his lips together, trying not to laugh as he nods his affirmation. He clearly understands what just happened and his expression makes it difficult for you to keep your laughter held in as well. 

The glasses will be ready in about two weeks and the little Munson doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that he has to wear them anymore. 

After the eye doctor, you take Ryan out for lunch at Schoop's Hamburgers, just the two of you. Both of you order milkshakes and you hold a finger up to your cold lips.

“Don’t tell Luke or your dad, they’ll be so jealous!”

Ryan just giggles and takes another sip of his strawberry shake while trailing an “X” over his heart with his right index finger. 

“Daddy’s taking me to pick the glasses up?” Ryan asks as you’re throwing away your garbage.

“Maybe,” you admit with a shrug. “Depends on our schedules that week. But I have a feeling your dad will want to be the one to take you.”

“Because the doctor wanted to kiiiiiiss you?” Ryan asks in a mischievous little voice that you’d expect from Luke more than him.

“Yes,” you acquiesce with a chuckle. “But I’m sure he’s just as excited to see what your new glasses look like.” But it’ll definitely be mostly about Doctor McFlirty, you think.  

When you get home, Eddie’s at the kitchen table, looking over some bills. As soon as you and Ryan walk through the door, Eddie pushes it to the side and stands up.

“Hey, how’d the appointment go?” Eddie looks back and forth from you to Ryan, not sure which one of you will speak first. 

“He did great,” you tell Eddie, throwing a wink Ryan’s way.

“I picked out some glasses and they’ll be ready in two weeks!” he proudly tells his dad. Then his eyes light up and he lets out a small giggle. “And the doctor wanted to steal your girlfriend, Daddy.”

“What?” Eddie’s immediately defensive and looks towards you, eyebrows raised.

You can’t help but giggle right alongside Ryan at Eddie’s expression. “He tried flirting with me, but I told him I was with you.”

“He was bummed,” Ryan adds.

“I’m taking you to pick those glasses up,” Eddie tells his son, jabbing his thumb into his t-shirt clad chest. 

“You were right!” Ryan says with a laugh, looking over at you. 

“Do I know your Dad or what?” you ask as the two of you high five one another. 

A couple of weeks later, the glasses are finally in. Eddie takes Ryan by the office after he gets off work to go pick them up. 

The smell of roasting garlic fills the air as you make dinner and Luke is watching television when they get home. Ryan bounces in, excited about his new glasses. There’s a proud gleam in his eye as he stands in the middle of the entryway, taking in the view of the apartment clearly for the first time in a while.

“Let me see, let me see!” you say as you step out of the kitchen. “Aw, Ry! They look even better than the display ones you tried on at the store!”

The rectangular black frames complement his dark eyes and honey brown hair. You’re overcome with how handsome of a young man your little Ryan is turning into. 

Luke kneels on the couch cushion and turns around to see his brother. 

“Lemme see.”

Ryan does a one-eighty to show his little brother. All Luke does is give him a thumbs up before he goes back to watching The Fairly Odd Parents.

“It feels kind of funny,” Ryan tells you, rubbing his left eye beneath the glasses. You can already see fingerprint smudges on the lenses and you’re grateful you remembered to buy lens cleaning cloths the last time you went grocery shopping. “What does? What feels funny?” you ask.

“Seeing things that are far away!” he says, both excitement and a slight bit of irritation in his usually calm tone. “Almost makes me a little dizzy.”

“Doctor said that’s normal,” Eddie says, resting his hands on his son’s shoulders. “Your eyes will get used to them real quick, then it won’t feel that way.” He raises an eyebrow and looks at you. “And this doctor also seemed a bit nervous around me.” 

You giggle and bound over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “He’s threatened by what a wonderful, sexy man you are.”

“Gross,” Luke mumbles from the couch.

Soda almost sprays out of your nose at Eddie’s story about a difficult customer who came into work this morning, when one of his co-workers pops his head into the breakroom.

“Hey, Eddie,” he says, rubbing a hand over his bald head, leaving small streaks of grime behind. “There’s a phone call for you.”

“Oh, okay,” Eddie says. He crumples up the tin foil you brought his sandwich in and tosses it in the large trashcan behind him. Not in a particular hurry, Eddie stands up and stretches his arms over his head. He smirks and presses a quick kiss to your lips when he sees you checking him out. Your gaze continues to look him up and down as he takes the few steps over to the phone on the wall. 

“Hello?” Eddie asks.

The chicken sandwich lying on the table in front of you looked good when you first arrived to have lunch with your boyfriend, but now that you’re full it looks as if it’s taunting you. Crinkling fills the room as you pack it back up in its foil. Just as you’re lifting your can of diet Dr. Pepper to your lips, Eddie’s face clouds with worry and he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll be right there,” he says into the phone. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, slipping your leftovers into your large black purse. As Eddie hangs the phone back up, you walk over to stand at his side, careful of getting your clothes dirtied by his coveralls.

Instead of answering you, Eddie lets out another sigh and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Gimme a second, baby.”

You watch, confused, as Eddie steps across the hall into his boss’s office. There seems to be a short, quick conversation before your boyfriend comes back out and slips his hand into yours.

“It was the school,” Eddie tells you as he leads you towards the exit and out into the parking lot.

“Are the boys okay?” you ask, feeling your heart rate pick up as you walk briskly towards his truck. 

“Luke’s in the principal’s office,” Eddie tells you with an agitated huff. “He got into a fight.”

“He what?” Your eyes almost pop out of your head. “Is he okay?”

“Just a little banged up, according to the principal,” Eddie says as he opens the passenger side door for you. 

“Poor baby.”

Long strides lead Eddie around his truck, and he situates himself in the driver’s seat. He gives a humorless chuckle as he starts the engine.

“Wayne wasn’t fucking kidding when he said Luke is a little version of me.”

“First of all, we all say that,” you tell him. “Second of all, you fought at school?”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie says with a soft laugh as he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the main road. “Remind me to tell you some stories when we get home.”

When you get to the school, you and Eddie practically jump out of the truck and head towards the building. Once you’re both inside, you feel rough calloused fingers tangle with your own. His eyes are straight ahead but you can tell Eddie’s nerves are on edge as he gives your hand a soft squeeze.

Luke is sitting on the bench outside of the principal’s office, his legs dangling over the edge, swinging back and forth. He’s watching his black and white sneakers disappear beneath the wooden seat before reappearing again, taking no notice of you coming down the hall. Only his profile is visible from the angle you’re approaching from. 

“Luke,” Eddie says as the two of you walk up to him.

The young boy jumps off the bench and turns to face the two of you. You’re startled to see his eye already bruised and purpling, along with a small cut on his bottom lip. There’s the instinct to pull him into your arms and take care of him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. But Luke’s grinning up at the pair of you; a stark contrast to the evidence of the brawl on his face.

“Oh, hi! They told me they called Daddy, but I didn’t know both of you were coming!” The excitement on his face to see both of you is adorable yet seems out of place since he must know he’s going to get in trouble. 

“Luke, what happened?” Eddie asks at the same time that you ask, “Are you okay?”

“M’fine,” Luke answers your question with a shrug. “My hand hurts more than anything.” The boy cradles his right hand against his chest and it’s the first time you see his scraped and bruised knuckles.

“What happened?” Eddie asks again, this time with less patience. 

Luke’s eyebrows furrow, a little “v” creasing his forehead. The pride from the fight vanishes from his eyes as he recalls the situation. 

“Stupid Trevor Brown opened his big fat mouth on the playground!” Luke says sternly, even louder than he usually is. “He said to Brandon Simpson that Ryan’s glasses made him look like a loser.”

“So you hit him?” Eddie asks.

“No, I told him he better shut his damn—uh, dang mouth. Trevor just laughed and said Ryan was a nerd! Then I hit him.”

Eddie sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he squeezes his eyes closed. Secretly, he’s proud of his son for sticking up for his brother, but he has to compose himself so he can tell Luke he shouldn’t have done that. The paradox of being a parent.

“Luke, you should have told a teacher instead,” Eddie tells him. “Hitting someone is not the way to shut them up.”

“Well, punching him in the mouth did the trick,” Luke points out. 

You try not to laugh, covering it up with a cough. Eddie’s better at keeping himself composed but you know he would be grinning if he could.

A door squeaks open and the principal steps out of his office with another young boy, a huge bruise blooming on his jaw and dried blood caked under his nose. Luke definitely came out the winner of the fight. 

“You sit here and wait for your mom now, Trevor,” Principal Andrews says, gesturing to the bench Luke was just sitting on. “Ah, Mr. Munson. Thank you for coming.”

“And this is his girlfriend!” Luke announces proudly, coming to stand in front of you. The small boy is wiggling his way out of any trouble with you by seeming so thrilled to have you there and showing you off proudly.

Eddie nods his head at the principal, ignoring Luke, and shakes the man’s hand. You gently pat Luke’s curls, hoping he takes the hint to shut up.

“I’m sorry for the trouble,” Eddie says, and you silently wonder how many times Wayne had to say that to Eddie’s principal growing up. “This one is in for it, I’ll tell you that.” Eddie nods his head towards Luke. “Can someone just let Ryan know Luke won’t be on the bus coming home?”

“Of course,” Principal Andrews says. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Luke. We’ll be better behaved then, won't we?”

Luke turns to head down the hall without answering, but Eddie grabs the back of his t-shirt and pulls him back. He puts his hands on Luke’s shoulders and spins him around until he’s facing the principal again.

“Luke,” Eddie warns him.

“Yes, Principal Andrews,” Luke says in a monotone, eyes on the shiny white linoleum tile below his sneakers. Deciding he’s done with talking, he slips his smaller hand into yours, deciding he’d rather hold your hand than his father’s right now.

“Thanks again, Principal Andrews,” Eddie says before the three of you walk down the hallway towards the exit.

It’s utterly silent until you get into Eddie’s truck. You’re not sure what to say, because this is between father and son. Eventually, you decide you’ll just be a referee if it comes to that. 

Eddie silently pulls the truck out of the parking lot and starts to head home.

“Luke,” Eddie finally says after seven minutes of terse silence. It feels like he’s said his son’s name about a hundred times already today. “I don’t like that you hit someone. But I am proud of you for sticking up for your brother.”

In the rearview mirror, Eddie can see how Luke grins at that, which makes Eddie smile in turn. 

“I wasn’t gonna let those buttheads talk that way about my brother,” Luke says. “I know I’m not s’posed to hit—I do. But if someone says something about a person I love, I just get so mad, and it comes out all violent.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie mumbles under his breath, loud enough for only you to hear. “He is my mini-me.”

When you get home, you take Luke into the bathroom so you can clean up and bandage his wounds. His knuckles are still sore and stinging when you finish, so he sits on the couch with a bag of frozen corn on them. Eddie plops down next to him as you lean against the wall between the bathroom and living room, wiping off some antibacterial ointment that you accidentally got on your own hands.

“You know I have to punish you, right?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks down at his youngest son. 

“I know,” Luke says with a sigh. 

“I want you to go in your room until dinner time. Try and work on your homework if your hand starts to feel any better. And no dessert after dinner tonight.”

“And then?” Luke asks, looking up at his dad nervously, afraid of how long he’s going to be grounded.

“And then tomorrow you wake up, get ready for school, and keep being a wonderful brother.”

It takes a minute, but a smile slowly spreads to Luke’s face as he realizes there’s no punishment besides the minor consequences he’ll have to endure tonight.

“Now, go on. Get to your room,” Eddie says.

Luke gets up and heads towards the hallway before stopping and turning back to face his father.

“Don’t tell Ryan what happened, okay?” Luke says, wincing at the chill from the vegetable bag against his scrapes. “I don’t want him to know that someone said mean things about him.”

“I won’t tell him,” Eddie assures his son. Luke turns back towards the hallway, but Eddie calls him and he faces his dad again. “You’re a really good brother. Ryan is very lucky to have you, and I know he’d have your back too. I’m very lucky.”

“Aww, Dad,” Luke says, wrinkling up his nose. “So mushy. But… I know I’m lucky too. Always felt that having you and Ryan. Never with Mom though. But now I got someone pretty cool who loves me like I’m her kid and that’s even better.”

Luke continues down to his room and Eddie is filled with the overwhelming feeling of love. Love from the kind words from Luke—which are rare within themselves–the love that his two sons have for one another and that special bond, and love at the fact that Luke recognizes that you love him and Ryan as if they’re your own children. You practically see them that way anyway. 

You walk in from where you’re holding up the wall, emotional yourself over Luke’s words, and take a seat next to your boyfriend on the couch.

“How ya feeling?” you ask, bringing your hand up to play with one of Eddie’s stray curls.

“I’m so fucking proud of my son,” Eddie admits with a hushed laugh. “I know I had to tell him the whole ‘violence isn’t the answer’ spiel, but I would’ve done the exact same thing that he did. When I was a kid or even now.” 

“He’s such a good brother,” you say, an adoring grin on your face as well. 

Eddie wraps his arm around you, and you snuggle into his side.

“So, I believe you had some stories to tell me?” You tilt your head up to smirk at your boyfriend. 

Eddie chuckles and gives a shake of his head. “Oh, you better buckle up, princess. I’ve got some wild tales.”

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[cairoswrld]

everyone keeps saying "just know it is yours" how do you just KNOW, like you know its not there sooo isnt that just being delusional?

"Faith is self-confidence. Faith is not optimism. Faith is not wishing. Faith is knowing the unspoken secret of the universe. Faith is that assured awareness and knowledge that whatever your fulfilled desires are here, existing within the unseen domain, now you must live as though you are already possessed of them." — Neville Goddard.

one thing about the law of assumption, manifesting all of that, is that you’re always doing it. - you’re always persisting in some sort of belief, you’re always assuming things before they even happen. it’s never delusional when you sit there and think "oh no what if he doesn’t like me" "oh no what if it doesn’t work out" "ugh he hates me" "oh he’s probably going to find someone else" and then two weeks later, he cheats and leaves. but when someone wants to now sit there and think "ykw im going to be a billionaire one day" and everyone around them is like "oh you’re crazy"

you’re right anon, it can feel a little delusional just telling yourself that "for certain this thing will happen, big or small" but a lot of people were delusional and crazy until shit manifested and everyone goes "omg how do they do that ??"

i used to watch a lot of celebrity interviews, and so many of them swear by manifestation, by believing that you can do something, by scripting, by affirming etc etc. - a good example is Marilyn Monroe. - she was overlooked so she manifested beauty, and now to this day we still speak of her as a symbol of beauty.

people have so much faith in it not working in their favour but can’t turn that faith into it working for them. - read success stories. and you’ll notice how beautiful the law is and how simple it really is.

honestly when you start applying the law, it starts to make so much more sense than when you’re reading it. like even for me, when i approached it i was like "ykw imma just try what these people say and see what happens" and it works. there’s so much content for you to learn from, i made a post literally yesterday to navigate the process of trusting your imagination over your physical circumstances, you don’t have to walk far to find an answer to a question if my response isn’t adequate yk? and then just apply and watch what happens in your life.

law of assumption has a lot to do with faith. in yourself, in the universe whatever it is. and the way you build faith is by applying it practices.

if not faith, definitely hope. i don’t think there’s anything wrong with fully hoping for better, for the best case scenario yk?

resources:

hopefully these answer your question neh:

imagination. - i made this yesterday, it basically speaks on how to trust your imagination over your physical world to help with that knowing

3D validation. - short post about using self concept to build up faith within, seek validation that you have it within; so that you can achieve that knowing feeling

negativity. - how to deal with thoughts and beliefs that don’t support your manifestations, talks about dealing with things that "block" you from that knowing feeling

delusion. - how the law will always work, regardless of whether you believe in it or not. the law will always support what you assume and believe.

persisting. - you’re always in a knowing state of something, whether you know it’s not working so it appears that way or that you know it is and it appears that way 🤷‍♀️

wish fulfilled. - how to achieve that knowing feeling.

i hope this answers your question anon, if in doubt after all of this. go search up "how to persist", and whatever they say whether you believe it yet or not, APPLY. just apply it and see what happens.

(persisting is continuing that knowing feeling despite 3D circumstances that’s why i say look that up specifically)

#a nonie #cairoswrld #loassblog #loassumption #loa #loablog #manifestation #persisting #the wish fulfilled #imagination

[freakywrites]

Play dress up

Kanato Sakamaki x you

Summary- ….kanato dresses you up? (DUH)

Can be read as fem reader, but anyone can wear a dress, so idk go crazy (*´-`)

Warning: UNEDITED - This isn’t really meant to be a romance, but like killing stalking romanticize it as you wish (jk!… it’s…it’s a joke) abuse!! he probably has u held captive - I think that's it?? One curse word???

Art made by me *im proud of it so praise me* (jk bit I did draw it like 5 in the morning so leave it be)

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Your stomach churns as you try to still your already fast beating heart and suppress the shaking fear you felt.

Sitting on a purple velvet chair you watched nervously as the violet haired creep delicately painted your nails, a sapphire blue. His big and dull eyes fixated on your hand that rested in his deadly pale ones, God forbid you even whimper when he makes a mistake and scratches rather harshly at your fingers.

“Doesn’t this color look good on her, Teddy?” Kanato spoke to the bear on your lap. “ I think so...” He mumbles to himself before blowing on the wet polish. “there you go! my doll looks too pretty~” he praised, and you could shiver at his nickname for you a reminder that you are nothing more than a toy to him. You're a living breathing doll he can treat however he likes with no pity or remorse.

The slim man grabbed your beaten up calf. You nearly yelped as he pressed gently at the fresh blue bruise and cuts, maybe testing for a reaction just so he was an excuse to get violent, but it's not like he needed one. Putting your foot so gently on his knee, he finally looked up at you, his eyes sending a cold wave over your body, his smile exposing those white fangs of his that hurt just by looking at them. “See? You look lovely in blue.” He spoke with such glee, almost taunting and playing with you, for he knows if you try to even push him away, he can force you back into submission.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you hate it?” His mood shifted and his smile dropped to a snarl nails digging at your skin. Opening your dry mouth, you spoke. “I like it.” A simple sentence sending him back to his toothy grin. “I’m glad because I like it too!” He gleefully spoke, loosening his grip on you.

He painted your toe nails next and you here the alarms in your head ring. A few days ago he was shaving your legs pressing a little to tightly he sliced your skin and as a reaction to the pain you yelped and kicked away only for him to grab you in anger yelling insults and cut at your skin till you where covered in red dripping beads of blood that he will lick at. But today, he had no weapons with him other than his teeth and a hands

Before you knew it, he was done with his little forced manicure and pulled out a dress that was on the side of a table. He turned to you and spoke, "Come here." You reluctantly got up off your seat shifting a bit as you felt your sore muscles and skin ache like your whole body was one big bruise and with every step was a throbbing pain sent from your feet to your head.

"Do you know what kind of dress this is?" He spoke as be pressed it to your body. You would roll your eyes and sigh if that action wouldn't lead him to poke your eyes out with a needle or something. You spoke "u-um blue?" What an idiotic answer for an idiotic question. "Wrong! It's a dress modeled after the ones of the 1870s." He said, leaning into your face his tired eyes looking to your nervous ones. "I got it costumly made for you, so it'll fit you perfectly." You stare back at him and gulp down any of your insults.

You were finally dressed corset on not so tightly and flat velvet shoes on because he knows your feet hurt? For a guy that beats the shit out of you often, he has a weird way to care for you. While you stare in the full body mirror, you were surprised the dress was very beautiful and detailed black lace on the edges of the short sleeve and a v-like that exposes your neck and colorbones probably for easy access but to top it of Kanato places a tear drop amethyst necklace with a chain of your preferred type of metal. How did he know that was your favorite?You hold the jewel in your hand, running your finger on the chain.

"Do you like it?" He said as he hugged at his teddy. And you nodded, tilting your head as you admire yourself before you spoke.

"...yes its...beautiful."

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A/N: ah yess diabolik lovers one of my first animas next to black butler.... yeah now I know why I had fucked up morales at the age of like 12.

Also got into it again cuz I reacently started watching itMustBeK8 and they watched like diabolik like a 2 years ago- BUT IM NOT OVER MY FUCKED UP VAMP DUDES IDC. AND go watch them they are one of the reasons im going through the week 🙄

Anyways love yall XOXO 💋

#fanfic #x reader #diabolik lovers #kanato x reader #x fem reader #diabolik lovers kanato #fanfiction #kanato sakamaki #x you #kanato x you #kanato sakamaki x reader #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik brothers #diabolik lovers x you

[cherryskyies]

Somnophilia with The Grabber

The Grabber x fem!reader // some hdcs 

a/n: why is he so hot gn i haven’t even seen the movie yet and i'm still thirsting over him and upset at his lack of content. also probs not my best work simply because i do not know his character very well yet tysn 

Warnings: The Grabber himself is a warning, noncon, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex, fingering (f.recieving), dry humping, probably a mistake or two. This is dark content, mdni. 

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You’d been so teasing earlier that day; sucking the egg crumbs off his thumb that he had swiped across your bottom lip, crawling on your hands and knees when he called you to him — watching him expectantly with those big doe eyes of yours.

God, you drive him crazy — whether you mean to or not.

When the thought crossed his mind; you sprawled out beneath him, body limp from the drug, eyes closed with soft moans leaving your mouth, he knew he had to try it. 

It was fairly simple. He had already made some rohypnol infused chocolates to use on boys for kidnapping, so all he needed to do was get you to eat one or two pieces — likely two, seeing as you, a grown woman, are much bigger than the previous boys he’s taken.

“Open up, doll.” The Grabber demands, voice as sweet as honey, gently placing the two chocolate tabs on your tongue. “Good girl, now swallow.” His thumb is still resting on your tongue when you close your mouth, lips wrapping softly around it as you begin to suck, allowing the chocolate square to melt and glide down your throat. Grabber releases a throaty growl, pushing his thumb the rest of the way, other hand gripping your chin – forcing you to look up at him.  “Playing a dangerous game here, bunny.”

He stays with you, watching as your eyes get heavy and your sentences turn to slurred mumbles, holding you against his chest and petting your hair as you continue to doze off, “That’s it, honey. Get some sleep.” And in hindsight, you should have seen the red flags, you should have fought against the sudden drowsiness consuming you whole — you shouldn’t have felt so safe and loved in The Grabbers arms.

As soon as you’re asleep, he wants to dive in – to wrap his large hand around your throat, using the other to slide your pink panties down to your ankles and stuff you full of his cock, but he doesn’t. He decides he wants to be slow, starting with those perfect lips of yours. 

The Grabber crawls on top of you, sliding a hand from your waist to your breast, teasing the soft nipple through your shirt until it's poking through, and finally, he brings his hand to your throat, pinning you down to the dirty mattress. “You’ve been so good for me,” He whispers, taking the soft flesh of your earlobe between his teeth. “My good girl, mine.” Grabber all but growls, leaving hickeys on the parts of your neck his hand can’t cover — which isn’t much. 

He can feel himself losing control as he begins to rut against your cloth covered pussy, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans down — have they always been this tight? His boxers are all that’s left keeping him covered, save for his shirt, but it still feels like there is too much in the way; he needs to be inside you. 

With great resistance, he tears himself from you, all plans of being slow and savoring you flys out the window. His fingers trail down your body, pushing your panties to the side, allowing him to slip one, then two, fingers inside — he attempts a third, but there isn’t enough space and he finds himself hoping his cock will tear you open when he forces it in. “Feels good doesn’t it, Doll?” He asks, already knowing the answer is a yes with the way you’re moaning; mixed with snores and the occasional mumble. 

Your cunt swallows his fingers greedily, wet squelches emitting with each harsh thrust of his fingers; how he wishes he only gave you one tab, the desire for you to wake up and watch the mess he will make of you overwhelming his senses – next time, he decides.

He stops when he feels you getting close, retracting his fingers with a wet ‘pop’ as a thin trail of your slick follows. Grabber brings his fingers to his mouth, pressing them down onto his tongue to taste you; this is the closest he’ll ever get to heaven. 

You’re breathing heavily, wetness seeping through your underwear, but still you remain asleep, blissfully unaware. You miss the way he lines himself up with your entrance, the way his touch sets your nerves on fire. 

He groans, sliding the tip of his dick up and down your glistening slit, pressing in ever-so-slightly when he passes your needy hole. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He sounds humored, like he’s won a bet you promised he’d lose. 

Growing impatient with his slow movements, Grabber begins to push inside, groaning when he hears you whine — the stretch is almost painful for him, but he can’t stop, not now when he’s finally got a taste. 

#the grabber #the grabber x reader #the grabber x you #the grabber x fem!reader #the grabber oneshot #the grabber headcanons #albert shaw #albert x reader #the black phone #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher oneshot #ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #headcanons #the grabber angst #hurt/nocomfort #slasher fandom #Slashers #slasher

[simplyavatrice]

breaking more hearts than mine - part VIII

She’s trying not to worry. She’s trying not to let herself think that she’s being annoying and overbearing and that Ava is probably just busy or still sleeping.

It’s eleven in the morning though, and Aliana never really lets Ava sleep in that late.

So when her third text isn’t answered after about thirty minutes, Beatrice finds herself sitting at her desk at work and blatantly ignoring the Zoom meeting going on.

She wishes she had made other contacts there. It’s not like she can text Lilith for obvious reasons - she isn’t in town and also there’s so much unspoken between them.

She knows people like Mary and Shannon, but she doesn’t have any way to contact them. Even if she did, should she? Because what if Ava is just having a bad day and needs some time alone and here Beatrice is hounding her again and again.

This is nothing like when she was with Lucia - when they would never really reach out to one another beyond asking about dinner or confirming plans.

No, with Ava it’s just a simple need Beatrice has to talk to her. She wants to continue their conversation about breakfast cereals because Beatrice hasn’t had any in years and Ava seems to be some kind of connoisseur.

“Beatrice? Your thoughts?” She snaps her eyes up to the screen, taking in the silence of the meeting as it’s turned to her.

She sighs, unapologetic. “Can you repeat the question?”

They do without fault, because this is the first time in all her years that she isn’t steadfastly paying attention.

The meeting continues as normal and Beatrice keeps her phone out of her hands, still giving it most of her attention as she desperately waits for it to start buzzing.

When the meeting ends with no response from Ava, Beatrice has long since given up pretense and takes her lunch break an hour early.

She storms through the halls of her office, fingers scrolling through her messages with Ava trying to see if she missed any moment where Ava might have mentioned being busy today or working or…anything.

Finally, once she’s outside, Beatrice can't take it and she pulls up Ava’s contact and calls her.

On the fourth ring someone finally answers, a woman, but not Ava.

“Beatrice?”

Her heart starts to race a bit. “May I ask who’s speaking?”

A sigh. “This is Shannon, Mary’s wife. I’m sorry we didn’t call you, it’s been so crazy here.”

Something isn’t right. “What’s happening?”

“Beatrice, there was an incident and Ava’s in the hospital.”

CONT ON AO3

#avatrice #warrior nun #avatrice fanfiction #warrior nun fanfiction #SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS HERE THIS MORNING #<3

[xoxoalette]

ALSO!!!! Any ideal wedding inspo for the twins mayhaps?? I know me and Education Alert only have $20 to our name, but I’ll make it work 💪😼

EDUCATION ALERT LMAOOOO

Answer is under read more cause it’s kinda long

Hmmm… Diva actually— I don’t see getting married? Or at least not the traditional marriage. If her partner wanted one, she’d just go with what they’ve planned. But that doesn’t mean she’s NOT romantic.

I imagine it’s more of— the two of you driving around a new city, on a road trip together, in a rented convertible with the rooftop down, listening to your guys’ favorite music on the radio. It’s night time with the city lights on, and you both are either heading back from having fun all day or heading to have more night fun at wherever. I think she’d talk about how much fun she’s always having with you, and that she wishes it can be like this for the rest of your lives. And when she brings out the ring,

It’s a little silly, but they’re still really cute— matching rings. Like I’ve said before, she’s not the traditional kind of girl that wants to get married, but she would still confess her love and her want to stay committed to you— she just wouldn’t care for the whole ceremony thing. I also think she’d do this if you guys were dating for like 3 years.

Here’s some photos to fit the vibes

As for Eddie? Id say he wouldn’t see himself getting married since he’s never really… thought of himself in a relationship before either. It’s all still very new to him. But if you were together for 5 years, yeah— he wouldn’t mind getting hitched.

I think Eddie would want it to be perfect, but since he has NO idea what he’s doing? He’d either let you do most of the planning OR he’d base it off the pictures and stories of his parents’ wedding.

His parents’ wedding in his eyes is the most ideal because his parents are still very much in love and happy with one another. Their wedding also fits a lot of his preferences; small and intimate, nothing flashy or expensive.

Still, he’d want it to be perfect for the both of you— so if you have any changes you want to be made, you guys will figure something out.

I imagine the rings he has are actually his grandparents’ rings, that his grandpa passed down to him when he heard his eldest grandchild was ready to settle down. They’re simple and not that grand, but it holds a lot of sentiment for Eddie. (Yours would be his grandma’s on the left, his is the one on the right :) )

And the wedding would look something like this, in a church with his family and friends and yours. (I like the decorations of one and two, but the vibes of the third pic)

Nothing too crazy, just you and him— all your loved ones, and even though he isn’t religious, part of him doesn’t mind having some higher being watching over them on their special day. It’ll certainly give him a chance to thank god for allowing him the chance to finally love and be with the only person he’d ever imagine himself with.

This is what he’d wear (in this shade or a dark grey— loid looking ass)

#did I cry a bit writing this? yes #hot killer babes ⭐️ #💗xoxoeddie #💗xoxodiva #silkbab3y

[cinnamonpinkwink]

Too little too late.

(Part 2)

Ellie X Fem Reader

Synopsis: reader was always in love with Ellie, but Ellie only had eyes for your older sister. Life moves on and once you think you’ve moved on, someone has to come back and ruin it.

Warnings: cursing, mostly kissing, touching but not too crazy??? Nothing really sexual I’m too scared to write that atm!! VERY VERY CHEESY!

AN: thank you for all the likes I really appreciate them <3

I saw someone say all Ellie writers are good but that does not include me omg..

My hater era of love is now in full effect that I felt that this isn’t as good as the first I’m sorry!!!

Someone asked to tag them so..

@ariianelle <3

Enjoy!! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

Cinn

It had been two days, and you have been avoiding Ellie like she was the plague, and this frustrated the green eyed girl.

However Ellie couldn’t hate you for avoiding her, she understood, but at the same time she wished you would give her a simple five minutes to discuss her feelings.

Ellie would wait for you to come rolling down the stairs, hoping you’d break and get a snack from downstairs, but to no avail, you were stubborn. Once again, she had come over to work on the car, your father had given her an extra set of keys to enter,she came earlier today, hoping she would bump into you, however she bumped into someone she didn’t really expect to see.

“Oh- hi, Ellie.” Ellie looked to see the beauty that was Fallen, although, her beauty no longer appeased her, compared to the way her heart raced when she saw you. “Hey.” Was all she could reply with, taking off her coat and hanging it up.

“It’s been a while, my dad told me you were coming.” Fallen said as she awkwardly stood in front of Ellie, “yeah it has, how have you been?” Ellie was shocked for herself, she used to stumble her words and would never look into Fallen’s eyes, but here she was, starting a normal conversation.

“I’ve been good!” Fallen smiled brightly, Ellie smiled in return, walking to the garage, “that’s great.” She thought the conversation was over, but Fallen had followed her into the garage. “How have you been?” Fallen had sat on the nearby table, watching Ellie get to work.

“I’ve been doing good. Nothings really changed.” Fallen nodded, but she couldn’t help but crack a smile, “but you have.” Ellie looked up at her, “you look the same, still dressing up like an English teacher.” Ellie chuckled, watching Fallen nod her head, not even bothering to disagree.

They spent a while talking, Ellie found out that Fallen had gotten a boyfriend and is still with him, and that she’s hoping he’d propose to her as soon as the next year hits. “So..” Fallen broke the silence that was starting to settle, “have you talked to my sister?” Ellie froze a bit, hoping Fallen wouldn’t catch it, but she did.

“Because, when I said you were pulling up, she just.. ran to her room.” Ellie sighed, putting her tools down and resting her hands on the car, “Ellie.. what did you do?” Fallen’s voice was soft but stern.

“I might have..hinted that I.. like her.” Ellie watched as Fallen nodded, “wow!” Was all she could say, “I didn’t expect that- I was thinking she was standing up for me, or something.. you know since..” Ellie nodded, “I know.” Fallen got up and held her arms across her chest.

“I mean, I knew she liked you, but when did you start liking her?” Ellie watched as Fallen cocked her head to the side, “I didn’t know she liked me.” Was all Ellie could answer, Fallen laughed, “of course she did, she followed you like a love stuck love puppy! She took our friendship breakup the hardest. How could you not know?” Ellie shook her head, she was the biggest idiot ever.

“And I was nothing to you, I was just Fallen’s little sister.”

Your voice echoed in her head, she was an idiot, all these years you were in love with her but she was too stuck on Fallen.

Ellie started playing with her hands, not looking up at Fallen, who was watching her sadly, “you know- when she left for college, I felt like shit. And at first I didn’t know what it was-“ she finally looked up at Fallen, “and then I went to look at her instagram, and I saw she was meeting people, she was far away from this dead end town.. that- I don’t know, I just couldn’t stop thinking of her.”

“I wanted to text her, but I felt like she wouldn’t wanna talk to me, so I would just stalk the hell out of her page.” Ellie shrugged, “I don’t know when it really set in that I was in love with her, but I it did, and she.. wants nothing to do with me.” Fallen shook her head, “that’s so not true.” Ellie scoffed.

“Told me herself.” Fallen smiled, “well, she’s up in her room, and she won’t be able to jump from her window, too much of a scaredy cat.” Ellie raised an eyebrow, confused as to what she was getting at, “look- I know we ended things as friends, but I never stopped thinking of you as my best friend. And I know you are a good person, and if you wanna date my sister, then go for it!” Ellie smiled at her friends words, “just don’t break her heart- I’ll break you.” Fallen jokingly said, pushing the girl to the door.

“Now go!” Fallen said as she pushed Ellie out to the living room, Ellie was just about to head upstairs, but she turned to face a smug Fallen, “I’m sorry, for ruining our friendship.” Fallen shook her head, “you can make up for it but first..” she moved her head signaling to the girl to hurry up.

As Ellie and Fallen were having a discussion, you were on your phone, watching Harry’s instagram stories of him clubbing and making out with random girls.

You cringed, it gave you the absolute ick, so closing your phone you watched as the snow starting to slowly fall making the grass look like it’s wrapped up in a white fluffy blanket. Your mind started to think of Ellie, and how she was most likely talking to Fallen, ‘probably to rekindle her feelings for her.’

You thought bitterly, you just couldn’t shake Ellie out of your mind, it was exhausting that no matter what, she was always in your damn mind. Grabbing your phone you decided to play some songs from your childhood, landing on one that you absolutely loved.

Although the lyrics were too close to home, you hummed happily as you continued to watch the snow fall, completely oblivious to Ellie knocking and walking into your room. The peace you had wanted finally, finally! Had settled in, that was until you felt fingers tapping your shoulder.

You took out your AirPods and thought it was Fallen, but you were met with those damn green eyes again. “What.” You asked annoyed, although you might have just melted, with the way she was looking. The other day she still had her jacket on, but today she didn’t, which showed off her arms, and that tattoo that you’ve been dying to see in person.

“I just wanted to talk.” She said, holding her hands up in defense, “I don’t wan-“ she had cut you off, “please.” Her voice was sounding more desperate, and she was, she couldn’t even look you in the eye without the fear of tearing up.

“What do you want Ellie.” You sounded defeated, “I wanted to say, that I..” you watched as she played with her fingers, “that I’m sorry.” She said in a whisper, “sorry?” Was all you can muster up, Ellie pointed to the empty space next to you, you shrugged and she sat down.

Her shoulder brushed against yours, it felt electric, and the perfume she was wearing, it made you wanna scoot in even closer to her, but you held your ground. “I’m sorry that I never took you seriously, and I’m sorry that I never realized what I had in front of me.” She started off, but she turned to face you.

“I was so caught up on Fallen that I didn’t realize you had feelings for me.” You felt your throat started to get dry, it was hurting, that’s how you knew you were about to cry. “Before you left for college, I would always see you around, even if I didn’t talk to you I felt happy knowing that you were around, even if I didn’t realize it myself.”

Ellie’s face began to heat up, turning her cheeks red, hoping you wouldn’t notice it but you did, and it made your own cheeks heat up. “And when you left- and I saw you uploading photos of you hanging out with other people, and that one weird looking guy.” Ellie said, you tried to hold in a laugh, but it came out just a bit.

It perked Ellie up, hearing you giggle at what she said, “you mean Harry?” You asked, in which she shrugged, “I guess.” You watched her still play with her hands, “what I really wanna say is, I know I’m very, very fucking late.. but if you’ll give me a chance.. I’ll..” you sighed, cutting off her words.

“I just..you were in love with Fallen.” Ellie sighed, “I thought I was.” That made your head snap to look at her, who was staring right at you. “Huh?” She shook her head, “Fallen was my best friend, and I thought the love I had for her was romantic, but it wasn’t-“

“As time went on” she continued, not once breaking eye contact, “I realized i confused my love for her as a friend to loving her romantically.” Your head started spinning. “I figured it out when I started dating Cat.” You inwardly cringed, Ellie took a deep breath in, “I guess I’m too late huh? Since you are with that Harry guy.”

“Oh no..” you said softly, “Harry and I aren’t together..” Ellie looked relieved, however she stood up, causing you to shoot up from your seat. “I have to get back to the car.. I just wanted to tell you how I felt.” you completely folded, you walked up to her and placed your hands on her cheek, catching her by surprise.

“I love you Ellie.” You whispered, your faces close, Ellie couldn’t hold back her smile, she pulled you closer to her, she wanted to feel you against her. “I fucking love you.” She leaned in and kissed you, you completely melted into the kiss, Ellie breaking a few of the kisses to mutter how much she adored you.

The kisses began to become a bit more forceful, you felt Ellie pulling you gently, Ellie landed on the bed with you on top, she gently began to caress your body with her fingers, not once breaking the on going kiss. That was until a knock had come from the door, “I’m not hearing any talking…” Fallen’s voice came through, she sounded just like a teacher catching her students doing something they weren’t supposed too.

Ellie laughed, covering her face with her hands, meanwhile you were completely embarrassed and hid your face in her neck. After a while of giggling you finally got up and opened the door, Fallen had a smug look on her face, Ellie walking up, she had her head down hiding the smile that was stuck to her face.

Fallen chuckled and began to make her way downstairs, “This will be such a fun story to tell your kids.” She said with a teasing tone, “Shut up Fallen!” Was all you could scream, as you began to chase her down the stairs, leaving a very red yet elated Ellie, sitting on the steps.

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #fanfic #lgbtq #lesbian

[greg-montgomery]

Lonely

Aaron Hotchner x Gn!Reader

Summary: Just a little hurt/comfort fic. It's one of those days where nothing feels okay, but to your surprise, your boss Aaron Hotchner is there to comfort you.

Soft!Hotch my beloved <333

TW: The reader talks about struggling with their mental health.

Words: 1.1 k

It was only you who was left at the office. You thought that occupying your mind with some boring paperwork would help you distract yourself from the painful feeling on your chest. It was one of those days where something as simple as a smile was impossible to fake. It was one of those days where a headache was creeping up by you forcing your tears not to spill all day.

If someone were to ask you why you were feeling that way, you would have an extremely hard time to explain. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself. You were just feeling sad. And feeling sad made you feel lonely.

The noise of a door closing made you drop your pen and turn your head to that direction. Yes, everyone else had left, but the word ‘everyone’ did not include your boss. Ever. At least for you.

 “Y/N, what are you still doing here? It’s almost eleven,” he asked, approaching your desk. Looking up at him you immediately recognized concern in his expression.

“I thought I could just finish this all up tonight. You know, so I don’t have it on my mind all week.” You tried to sound casual, but you were pretty certain he was already not buying it.

“I don’t want you to overwork yourself. Especially for something as meaningless as paperwork. You already go through enough when we have a case.”

You sighed, figuring there was no reason to fight him on this. If you agreed he would just drop it. “You’re right.”

You started collecting your things to put them in your bag, expecting Aaron to wish you goodnight and leave. Instead you felt him staring at you in silence.

Bringing your bag to your lap, after securing all your personal things in it, you turned to the side ready to get up. You hadn’t realized that he had moved closer though - to the point where if you stood up, your face would bump into his chest. That’s why you decided to stay seated.

You looked up at him and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat that was going crazy, because he was completely towering over you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Is everything okay?” There it was again. That same expression of concern. You hated the way he could see right through you. Aaron was known for being able to read people – he was good at his job and you admired him for it – but it was never fun to be on the receiving end of his talent. It made you feel bare and vulnerable.

“Yes, everything’s good.”

He slowly squatted down so he could be at the same level as you. Your height difference hadn’t allowed your faces to be this close to each other before. Looking into his eyes from this new angle felt different.

“Listen,” he started. “I can understand why I would not be the first person you’d choose to talk to about a personal issue. I know I’m much older than you and might act a little like a drill sergeant sometimes, but I’m always here if you need to talk. I would love to help. About whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

You smiled sadly at him because, deep down, if you could choose one person in the world to open your heart to it would be him. But how could you randomly start talking about your feelings to your boss of all people? How does one get the chance to do so?

Except now you had the perfect chance. He was offering it to you.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make any sense, Hotch,” you answered; your voice small and ready to break.

“You don’t have to. This isn’t an exam, you know. You can just tell me how you feel. No need to explain.”

Tears started to blur your vision at his words. Your feelings for him got a hundred times more intense than they were before.

“I’m lonely,” you broke, crying properly now. “I’m so lonely.”

His hand reached out to take yours and his thumb started to move in a soothing motion. It helped.

“And I’m not saying I’m alone,” you continued. “I have my family, my friends, our team... I know I have people in my life who care for me, I really do. And I recognize how ungrateful I sound for saying that it’s not enough. But it’s not. I’m still lonely. And I’m still sad. And I don’t know why.”

“Sweetheart…” he whispered, his free hand cupping your cheek so he could wipe away the tears.

“I’m so tired of thinking I’m okay and then feeling awful again. It never ends,” you sobbed, leaning into his touch without really thinking about it. “I just feel so helpless when it gets bad. Like nothing can help.”

As soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you into his arms. The fingers of his one hand got lost between your hair, while his other hand was rubbing circles on your back. “Maybe this can help,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

You completely melted in his embrace. Your sobs got louder and your body was shaking, but it felt like release.

“Hotch,” you cried, “I just wanna be okay.”

“You will be, I promise.”

You pushed away, just enough so you could look at his face again. His eyes were red and your heart clenched at the thought of him caring for you enough to be this moved by your sadness.

His palms were cupping your cheeks again and his handsome smile made its appearance, looking sweeter than ever.

“Thank you,” you smiled back. It was through tears, but it was the only genuine smile you had given anyone all day.

“Of course,” he replied, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. “And now…” He dragged out the sentence, while standing up.

You missed his touch already. You didn’t want him to leave you alone. But you prepared yourself for his next words. He probably had to get home to Jack, you thought.

“How about we go get some ice cream?” he asked instead.

Your eyes lit up like a kid which made him laugh.

“I know a place that’s open all night. Let me drive us there,” he said offering his hand, and you took it without a second thought.

“I’d love that.”

You started walking towards the elevator, holding hands.

“Nothing like some ice cream after a good cry, right?” he joked and you giggled.

His hand dropped yours, only for his arm to wrap itself around your neck, pulling you close to his chest.

Maybe you could learn to love the way Aaron could see right through you. It made you feel cared for and understood.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds fic #hiding in the tags so i can be insane here hehe #not me writing this when i should be studying 💀 #but i'm so sad today lmao #for what? that's a secret my brain will never tell #i just feel really lonely and sad and thought i could use my sweet man for comfort #and thought i'd share in case anyone needs some comfort too #maybe it's because i'm on my period 😔 #anyway if anyone's reading this i hope you enjoyed the fic #it's provided by my mental illness <3 #hotch 🪐

[annymation]

HEY girl, I was thinking that we heard the stars fighting with Aster but we never really knew what they were saying... So what were they saying? What did you think when you saw your little one wanting to stay on earth and falling in love with Asha?

(get it? because the stars play songs and music we listen to and don't read haha)

(okay I'll be quiet)

Okay so I actually had answered before with lines of what they said throughout the story, but I’ll make this a “Master Post” of sorts with ALL the stars lines, from chapter 7 from when they first showed up AAAALL the way to chapter 15 when they last talked to Aster (at least that we hear, so let's begin:

Chapter 7

Aster lays down on the roof of Asha’s house, then he hears

The stars:

“Have we heard correctly? You said you’ll be dancing with her IN PUBLIC? That’s not wise.”

“This isn’t some game, young one.”

“You’re getting quite too attached with her, may we remind you your time together will be short”

Aster rolls his eyes and says in a tone reminiscent of a bothered teenager

"Wow, I barely even started and you guys already think l'm doing this all wrong? A little bit of trust would be nice"

The stars:

“We do trust you… With simpler wishes, but this is different.”

“To inspire a whole kingdom, and give them hope they can achieve their wishes by themselves… That’ll take much longer than you think.”

“You’re not supposed to stay down there too long, you belong here where you’re safe”

Aster:

"Yeah I knooow it's gonna take a while to grant this wish, but hey, if it was a simple wish I wouldn't be here in the first place, now would I?"

The stars:

“Watch your tone.”

“You shouldn’t be down there in the first place, you’re far too naïve, too sentimental, too reckless.”

“You’re not following what we’ve taught you. You must be a guide for that girl, nothing more.”

Aster:

"I may be young but I deserve to be here just as much as anyone else... I know I'm doing things differently but... She needs me"

The stars:

“She needs you, yes, to grant her wish, not go around playing on the forest like this is some adventure of yours”

“We just worry for you because we don’t want you to make a mistake”

“May I say what we’re all thinking already? They’re not planning on granting that wish at all, the little one just wants to play being human for as long as he can”

Aster:

"NO THIS IS NOT-"

he stops himself from yelling, Asha might hear

"* sigh* this is NOT about me wanting to stay here longer than I have to, I'm just doing things MY way, just give me a chance, I know what I'm doing..

…

Silence, the stars decide to leave him be.

Chapter 14

Asha goes in to kiss Aster, the star is about to accept the kiss but...

Stars:

"DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT YOUNG STAR NOVA!"

"What part of DON'T GET TOO ATTACHED do you fail to understand?"

"These feelings will cloud your judgement!"

"You'll have to leave her soon!"

"Focus!"

Aster stops and just pulls her in for a hug.

Chapter 15

Aster asks what happened the last time someone absorbed the power of a star, and the stars tell him:

“There was chaos.

There was fear, hopelessness and discord.

No one could hide, for they could find any gleam of hope there was left to destroy.

No one could run for there was nowhere else to go.

No one was left to fight, and even if there was they’d lose.

The only reason it all ended… Was because they couldn’t take it all by themselves, they fell into madness, because it was too much power for just one mortal to handle, and their will to keep control wasn’t strong enough.

They met their demise, not because of a hero, but because they just couldn’t take it all alone.

But even then, it was no happy ending, because when it was all over… There was no one left.”

Aster:

“…… Hmmmm… wait wait wait back up, what was that about the human falling into madness?

The stars:

“…… THATS what you’re choosing to focus on?!

*sigh* Yes, the human went insane, perhaps wacky, one might even say crazy, lost their mind, their marbles, their bananas, fell off their rocker so to speak.”

Aster:

“Huh… I wonder if the king knows that.”

#wish rewrite #wish reimagined #kingdom of wishes #ask

[hagelpoint-3821]

Thankful For Us

Chapter 9

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Summary: As the couple goes back to the house, Sydnee feels as though she is on top of the world. Once they arrive back at Brandon's place, Brandon drops a hint to Sydnee about their future together. Sydnee makes dinner for the two also for Brandon's pre-game meal.

TW: None

Notes: This chapter is back in Sydnee's POV. A change up in nice from time to time! Much more from our favorite couple to come. Stay tuned friends!

Word Count: 1496

Brandon is truly the sweetest human that I have ever met, I mean a diamond necklace, how did I end up with this man. It’s so simple but beautiful, he is so thoughtful. I have to send a picture to Jess, even though I know what she’ll say, but that’s exactly what I do after I get in the car. 

Sydnee- Tell me you have the best boyfriend without telling me. I’ll go first ❤️

Jess- oh my gosh sydnee it’s beautiful! 

Sydnee- he said he wanted me to have a piece of him for when he is gone on long road trips. My heart can’t handle this man.

Jess- Cute! Personally I still think you’re moving a little fast but if you’re happy then that’s all that matters. 

Sydnee- Happy isn’t even the word for it. As for the moving fast, we are just fine. Speaking of road trip, how is your girls trip going? 

Jess- it’s going. I don’t think I have been sober since I left. 😂

Sydnee- Not surprised there. You do like to drink a lot. Lol

Jess- Oh you hush. 

Sydnee- yeah no. Okay hey I gotta drive back to his house. We are going to relax before the game tonight. 

Jess- Have fun with that. And be careful driving through the city

Sydnee- I will. 

When I get back to his house I park my car behind his, and walk into the house, tossing the keys on the counter, he pops his head up from the couch.

“Well just slam the keys down like you own the place why don’t ya?” He laughs.

“Uh, I live here now.” I say with a smirk on my face.

“Woah there, someone is getting confident.” He says, his smirk on his face matching mine.

I walk up to him and sit on his lap, “damn right baby.”

He grabs my hips and kisses me,”I would love it though if you lived here.”

“Really?” I look into his eyes.

“Yes really, yes you only have stayed here one night but I could get used to waking up next to your beautiful face every morning.”

I smoke brightly at him, “I would love that, but I can’t leave Jess behind.”

“Syd, you would be living here, not across the country. Plus you could see her whenever you wanted and when I’m on road trips you have a chance to be with her. I’m not taking you away from her.” He says as he grabs my hands, “I just don’t want to be away from you.”

“Wow… this is a lot to take in at once.”

“You don’t have to give an answer right away.” His voice trails off and he drops my hands.

“Yes.” I say sternly. 

“Yes? You will?” His eyes light up.

“Of course, this may blow up in my face one day, but I don’t care, for the moment I am happy and this is all that I have ever wanted.” 

“It will never blow up because I won’t let that happen, you are my world baby.”

“I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life,” I smile softly at him, laying my arms around his neck.

“Call it luck, call it fate, whatever you want, I just know you’re here now and that is the only thing that is important to me. You are the only thing that I care about in this crazy world that we live in.”

He reached up and gently cups my cheek, I smile softly and lean into his touch. 

My heart is at peace in this moment, I close my eyes, “I wish I could freeze this moment in time.”

“I do also, but if we did, then how would we ever have time to make new memories?” He leans up and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“You’re such a sap.” I chuckle softly.

“Only for you baby.”

“Do you want me to make dinner before we have to get ready and leave for the game?” I ask him.

“By making dinner you mean almost burning our house down in the process? Then yes.” He says with a playful smirk on his face. 

“Wow! Now that was rude!” I laugh and playfully hit him in the arm, “I was going to make pasta… wait did you say our house?”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Well if it’s your house, then I’m not cooking dinner, but if it’s our house, then I’ll cook.” I match his look on his face.

“Fine I said our house, now what about that pasta?”

A grin grows across my cheeks, “pasta with marinara sauce and breaded chicken.”

“Really? That is my go to pre-game meal.” His smile marches mine now.

“Hmm, great minds think alike then now don’t they.”

“I guess they do.”

“I'm going to get dinner started so your stomach has time to settle before you need to be on the ice tonight.” I say as I stand up. 

He looks up at me, love filling his eyes, “thank you.”

I only smile softly in return. I walk into the kitchen and start cooking. I can’t cook much but I do enjoy it. I’m humming softly to myself while I’m cooking when I feel arms wrap around me. I mean into him, my body molding into his.

“Need help with anything?” He whispers into my ear.

“Just getting plates down and ready, but that can wait, I want to stay like this for a moment. I’ve always dreamed of having this exact moment all my life.” 

I feel him smile as he kisses my cheek, “I’ll stay as long as you want me too.”

“Please don’t ever go.” I whisper softly.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Sighing happily, I turn around and smile at him, “I love you.”

“I love you too beautiful.”

His words cause a blush to creep on my face, “go get those plates.” I giggle at him.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles and steps away from me, grabbing the plates that I had asked for.

When I get dinner finished, I get everything on our plates and hand it to him, “dinner is ready, and look, not a single bit of smoke to be found.” I wink at him.

“So you can cook, it looks good, let’s see how it tastes though,” he has a challenging smirk on his lips.

“If it’s good and you enjoy it, you owe me an apology.”

“I’ll give you one, IF it is needed.”

I watch him carefully as he takes his first bite, he drops his fork onto the plate and my heart freezes.

“Fucking dammit Sydnee, this is actually really good.” He says as he takes another bite. 

I smirk to myself and start eating, “mhm. I told you so. 

“Oh you hush.”

“”Get over here and make me.” I snip back.

“Is that a challenge?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.”

“You’re such a tease.”

I shrug playfully and laugh, “and you love it.”

“I do.” He smiles softly.

Once we get dinner finished and the dishes put away he goes and sits on the couch, it’s 5:00 so we have just a little time before we need to leave. 

“Hey baby, I’m going to go get ready,” I say as I lean over the back of the couch, our heads at the same level.

He turns and looks at me, smiling, “okay.”

“Do you have an old jersey I can wear?”

“You want to wear a jersey? They are next to my jeans in the closet. Do you wear your own clothes anymore?” He laughs, causing my knees to go weak.

“Nope, and you’re not getting any of them back either.” I say playfully.

“Well then I will have nothing to wear.”

“Okay and? I like you better with no clothes on anyways.” I kiss his cheek quickly and walk off to his room, hoping he will follow me and that’s exactly what he does. 

“Woah there little miss,” he steps in front of me and pushes me against the bedroom wall, “you can’t just say that and not expect me to ask questions.”

I bite my bottom lip playfully, “mmm I have no idea what you’re talking about. I said no such thing.” 

“You do know if you do wear that jersey tonight then I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Oh you already have a hard enough time with that,” I smirked as I try stepping away but he pulls me right back in front of him.

“We aren’t done here,” he looks down at me, his eyes getting darker, causing my body to come alive.

“We have 30 minutes before we need to get going.” I wished softly. 

“Perfectly. Plenty of time.” He picks me up, I wrap my legs around his hood, moaning softly when I feel him lay me against the bed.

#brandon hagel #tampa bay lightning #hockey players #nhl players #hockey rpf #hockey imagine #hockey romance #ThankfulForUs

[legitelizabethwwefan]

helloo :) could i req bondage hc with the agents, like whether its a yes/no with them? u could get specific too or list hcs, like what they want to do or what their limits are. if this req is a no-go thats okay!

Thank you for the request, anon! I decided to write something super brief for each person, as I can/will go into this more with every NSFW headcanon I do for the agents. You can find those in my Masterlist if you wish, though not every agent is done as of yet.

I hope you guys like it!

If you want to request anything, you can do so here.

Word count: 1166

Warnings: Discussion about bondage.

Valorant Headcanons - Bondage: Yay or Nay? (NSFW)

Astra: She wouldn’t do it because to Astra, sex is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. She wouldn’t want to tie you up or to be tied up whatsoever.

Breach: He won’t want to be tied up, as it might mess up his arms. But Breach would be down to tie you up if you asked for it. He would likely use belts to do so, though he would be careful to not tie them too tight to avoid hurting you.

Brimstone: Bondage isn’t something Brimstone would be into. He’s pretty simple when it comes to sex, save for trying different positions in bed. But when it comes to bondage, it’s a hard pass for him.

Chamber: He will 100 percent ask you first about the concept of bondage. If you say no, Chamber will accept your answer because he doesn’t want to upset you. But he’ll make it clear that he’s up for it whenever you are. If you say yes to bondage, however, he’s super happy that you did. If you ask to tie him up, he’ll say yes and allow you to take total control in the bedroom too. Regardless of who’s being tied up, Chamber’s tie and belts are his bondage materials of choice.

Cypher: He would be down to tie you up, but doesn’t like the idea of being tied up himself. As far as who comes up with the idea in the first place, it would likely from from Cypher. He looks at bondage as a way to gain the upper hand in bed in a fun manner. He would use soft materials (i.e. handkerchiefs) to tie you up to avoid hurting you.

Fade: She will tie you up in a flash if you dare say that you’re down for bondage. Fade will respect your wishes if you say no to her suggesting it, though she’ll make it clear that she won’t hurt you unless you ask for it. She won’t want to be on the receiving end due to her love of being in control in the bedroom. As for what she’ll use to tie you up, it depends on the current vibe. If you’re both feeling soft, she use soft materials. If you’re both feeling rough, belts and rope are her go-tos.

Jett: She won’t tie you up, but she would be cool if you asked to tie her up instead. She wouldn’t bring up the idea of bondage first as it’s not something she knows much about. Also, Jett will insist on you using something soft whenever you two engage in bondage. She’s not crazy about pain during sex, and that includes the feeling of being tied up.

KAY/O: Hard no. He wouldn’t get the point of bondage either way and sees it as a waste of time. It’s not for debate as far as KAY/O is concerned.

Killjoy: If you bring up the idea of bondage, Killjoy will insist on researching it beforehand so that she knows more about it. She wouldn’t think to suggest bondage in the first place. She would be okay with tying you up if you wish, though she would prefer to be tied up more. She’s more submissive in the bedroom between the two of you, so being tied up is fine by her. Like Jett, she would much prefer if you tied her up with something soft.

Neon: She would be down to tie you up if you asked and will use whatever material she can get her hands on. She wouldn’t think to ask first, as it’s not something she’s well aware of. But don’t even think about asking Neon if she wants to be tied up. She hates being restricted whatsoever, and that includes bondage. Plus, she would be worried of accidentally shocking you if you tried to tie her up.

Omen: He wouldn’t want to be tied up, but he would be fine tying you up if you asked. You would have to be the one to bring it up first, though. Omen will use something soft to avoid hurting you, as he hates seeing you in any sort of pain or discomfort during sex.

Phoenix: The idea of bondage doesn’t interest Phoenix. While it sounds neat, he would rather try out new sex positions over tying either of you up. It’s just something that wouldn’t interest him.

Raze: Bondage is a no for Raze. While it sounds interesting to her, she can’t keep still and prefers both of you to be mobile in bed. But she’ll appreciate you thinking of new ways to spice things up in the bedroom and will try to come up with another suggestion instead.

Reyna: She would be the first to suggest the concept of bondage and tying you up. Reyna isn’t into being tied up herself, as she prefers being in control more. If you don’t say yes to bondage at first, she’ll respect your wishes. But if you do say yes (be it the first time she asks or not), Reyna will be so happy by your response. She would prefer to tie you up with belts or rope, but will use something softer if you ask.

Sage: Bondage isn’t something she would be into. Like Astra, Sage views sex as something that’s supposed to be fun and enjoyable, romantic even. So bondage is a no for her.

Skye: She’s down to be tied up or to tie you up- whatever you’re more comfortable with. You would likely be the one suggesting bondage in the first place. She’s not picky about what materials you use to tie her up. When Skye is tying you up, she’ll use rope unless you prefer something softer.

Sova: He wouldn’t suggest bondage, leaving you to do so. When you do, Sova would be nervous about how it would go down. He would like to try out you tying him up and him tying you up. He’ll realize that he prefers to be tied up, as it forces him to let his guard down and let you control how things go in the bedroom. He doesn’t care what materials you use to tie him up, as he’s not picky.

Viper: She’s the one to suggest bondage first. Viper will respect your wishes if you say no to it at first. But if you do say yes to it, she’ll be pleased by your response. She prefers to use rope or belts to tie you up and won’t compromise on that. But Viper will reward you for this compromise after sex. But don’t bother asking to tie her up- it’s something she would rather do to you. 

Yoru: He wouldn’t suggest bondage simply because he wouldn’t think of it. When you suggest it, Yoru will be down to tie you up. He would tie you up with belts since it’s the only thing he would have on hand. It would take some time before Yoru would allow you to tie him up for a change.

#headcanon #headcanons #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant headcanon #valorant x reader #reader insert #general reader

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Blood and sand - Chapter Three

He had to get out of this. His knack would only help half of this problem, and he had to get untied. Had to get away from here. Had to—

“You might not be worth it if you can’t get through a few simple ropes,” said a stranger’s voice, a chipper voice, and John Luke went stiff as a board in fear.

Nothing followed.

“Hello?” John Luke managed, voice cracking.

“Mm, no, no good,” said the voice, and the wet, slightly sticky footsteps circling did not make anything better. “‘John Luke?’ No, no, no. Just Luke. We already have a John. Are you trying to confuse people?”

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup. Art by @aktrashpanda.

>>>>READ ON AO3 OR BELOW<<<<

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Chapter Three: A Progressive Complication

The Dreamlands fit him better than any where John Luke had ever been.

He made his way. He used his knack, and raised money like that easily enough. He heeded the warning about slavers, and kidnappers, and looked for a way to bring Parker back to life.

John Luke was eleven years and six months old when he learned about the Games, and he knew at once this was the opportunity he’d been looking for.

He sat with other travelers in a small, one-room cabin in the mountains of Leng, sheltered from a storm, bundled within an inch of his life against the cold. He’d heard there was some kind of god up here that answered questions, but so far, he hadn’t been able to find them. “One wish?” he said, muffled through his scarf.

The guy talking (one of Dagon’s, if the bulging eyes were any indication) nodded. “Yepperoonie. Win the Games, get a wish. Anything.”

“Anything,” repeated a big guy across the table, whose arms were more scar than skin.

“The King in Yellow, man,” said Dagon’s offspring. “The King in Yellow.”

John Luke hadn’t spent six months in the Dreamlands to be unaware of that name, but all the cautions he’d heard paled in comparison to what was on offer. “Where are the Games?”

Alan the fish-man grinned. “Fuck if I know.” And he laughed.

Fine. John Luke would find out somewhere else. He sipped his hot tea, waited out the storm, then left Leng behind to find his answers.

#

John Luke was twelve when he found both answers and warnings in Celephaïs.

“Oh, Carcosa moves,” said one kindly barmaid whose sore wrist he'd helped, “but you don’t want to find it. It isn’t safe for anyone these days, especially not mortals.”

“Who the fuck knows? He’s crazy,” said one drunk guy, whose black eye John Luke had tended, and who was then hushed and dragged off by his friends.

“I wouldn’t go looking, if I were you,” said a grizzled old sailor with six eyes, who otherwise looked perfectly human.

"Is that so, sir?" said John Luke, trying to help the old sailor's gout.

“Something went wrong about twenty years ago, kid," said the guy. "Hastur’s lost it. I really wouldn’t go, if I were you.”

“I have to,” said John Luke, because he did, and because he knew it couldn’t be as simple as no one knows, or there would be neither Games nor rumors.

He liked Celephaïs; it had everything San Francisco didn't, including clean water and streets, friendly strangers, and a magnificent lack of racialism, at least toward John Luke. Nobody cared here that he had almond-shaped eyes. Nobody cared about the color of his skin. And no one cared that he was a child; he could make his own way, manage on his own.

Someone here would know where Carcosa was. Someone would tell him. He paid for his tea and stepped out into the empty street.

The moons were stunning, four of them full, light dancing on the dark ocean waves. John Luke stood at the top of the cobblestone hill, surrounded by fancy lawns and distant fancy residences, and watched the waves, and wished Parker could see it all with him.

He wanted to show his brother everything he’d learned. He was sure Parker would be proud of him. Maybe they didn’t have to go back to Earth. By now, John Luke’s knack had become a true talent. It earned him money, and while it also put him in danger of slavers (he’d been warned so many times), he was sure he could keep his head down and manage to build an entire life here. Parker was so smart, and so strong, and he would love it here, too. They could work together, and build the kind of life that—

“That’s him,” he heard, low and mean.

And he was grabbed.

John Luke shouted. He struggled. He kicked and bit, and a sack went over his head, pulling tight, pressing his hood into his face, and he knew he wasn’t suffocating, but he was, and his cries did not escape the sack over his mouth, and the rope around him was so tight it bruised. He screamed.

And was suddenly dropped onto the uneven paving stones, getting the breath knocked out of him, and then came sounds.

Bad sounds.

Worse sounds than threats of slavers, worse than his own pained cries. Tearing sounds, and screaming sounds, and popping-wet-flesh sounds, and they were worse than his fear, worse than nightmares, worse than anything he’d ever heard in his life.

(Though there was that one time the horse-drawn ice-truck had gotten into that horrible accident, and the horses screaming and the smell of blood were so much the same as this.)

And then came nothing.

Nobody grabbed him. All was silent except for his panicked breathing. What had happened? Where were the slavers, or whoever they had been?

He had to get out of this. His knack would only help half of this problem, and he had to get untied. Had to get away from here. Had to—

“You might not be worth it if you can’t get through a few simple ropes,” said a stranger’s voice, a chipper voice, and John Luke went stiff as a board in fear.

Nothing followed.

“Hello?” John Luke managed, voice cracking.

“Mm, no, no good,” said the voice, and the wet, slightly sticky footsteps circling did not make anything better. “‘John Luke?’ No, no, no. Just Luke. We already have a John. Are you trying to confuse people?”

Those footsteps… He couldn’t help imagining bare feet on blood, in viscera, in gore, and being called the wrong name (which the guy shouldn't have known anyway) did not help. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t get free. He couldn’t even form the words help me through his tight throat.

“Yeah… maybe this was a waste of time,” said the man as if to himself. “Tell you what: get free in three minutes, or I kill you, and all your problems will be solved. And… go!”

He meant it. The man meant it. John Luke (Just Luke?) knew the man meant it.

He lost seconds to terror.

Parker.

Parker wouldn't give up. He never gave up. John Luke (Just Luke—actually, he sort of liked it) thought fast, and used a cauterizing spell to burn through the rope.

It hurt. It hurt so badly, but burns were something he could heal, so he just had to hold on until the rope snapped clean through. He was crying as he sat up, burned, scared, but proud of himself, regardless. He pulled off the hood and winced to his feet.

“Not bad. That was almost entertaining,” said the man, and there he was: squatted, perched on the neat stone fencing like a gargoyle. Blood dripped from his feet and stained trousers legs. He was a white man, tall and narrow, and his eyes gleamed like bright light on fresh blood. He pointed at Just Luke with one finger, skin or something worse sticking out from his fingernails. “You… I dunno. I don't really like kids, you understand, and you’re not that interesting? But he won’t think that. No. In fact, I think your goal might just fuck them both up. Create some friction? Split their focus? You feel me?”

Just Luke stared. He would have replied, manners and self-preservation merging in his head, but he was a little distracted by the environment.

It looked like the slavers had exploded. Shreds hung from gas lamps; chunks clogged gutters. No, they'd exploded after the worst had happened: six skins—complete, looking ready to be blown up like balloons into people again—lay draped on either side of this guy on the fence, hands and feet neatly turned the same directions.

Nobody was alive. There was no spark to fan back into flame. He would have tried to heal them, if there were, no matter how wicked they were, but they were dead. In spite of reason, his throat tightened, and his eyes filled.

“Ugh. Fucking kids,” said the man, and snapped his fingers. “Focus. I'm saying this once.”

“Yes, sir,” Just Luke mumbled because it felt like he had to say something or he might be skinned, too.

The man snorted. “No, because now you’d know it was coming, so… something else. I’m thinking laminectomy, personally, but anyway: The games are in Mhor.”

“Mhor?” said Just Luke in a tiny voice.

“Ya.” The guy shifted, weirdly bird-like, weight moving from barefoot to bare foot on the bloodied fence. “There’s a caravan leaving from the port at the Naraxa River in two hours. Sky ship; not like the ones going to Serannian. This is… not as nice. But if you buy a ticket, they’ll get you into the Eastern Desert. And if you survive the trip, and don't get stabbed or infested by something more interesting than you are, or, I dunno, just plain beaten to death, you'll reach the Last Lonely Inn. The Butcher goes there.”

“The… Butcher?” said Just Luke, drawn in, held by this guy’s animation, his words, his awful, hateful eyes.

“He’s the guy who picks folks up for the games, gosling,” said the guy. “Not the most interesting of Dennises, but he serves his purpose. All you have to do is survive the ride.” That smile was pristine, shockingly white against the gristle and gore everywhere else. “I suggest you do it. If you don't, you probably won’t see me again, so there’s that… but I guaran-fucking-tee you will never get your brother back. You thought running away to the Dreamlands was your big life-changing choice? Oh, no, no, no. This is it.”

Just Luke trembled. “Wh… why are you telling… why did you do this?” He couldn't quite say saved me because this didn’t feel saved.

“Bored,” said the man, shifting his weight again. “No little divorces lately, but as anyone can tell you, kids are great at causing divorces, capisce?”

Just Luke did not capisce.

The guy sighed. “This is what I'm reduced to. Pitiful. Look, just try to grow up a little quicker, would you? You know, being less obvious than a foghorn, maybe? Stop flashing your knack? Or you definitely won’t make it to the Games, and your bwuver stays fucking dead. Ciao!” And he vanished. Poof. Gone. Not a sound. Not a puff of smoke.

How had he known all that? What the fuck was he? Some kind of… flesh-eating fairy godfather?

For some reason, Just Luke thought of the nián shòu, the child-eating dragon kept at bay on the New Year with fireworks and costumes and the color red. This being had no problem with the color red, so. Probably not.

And just Luke was standing here in the middle of carnage, splattered with death. He dared not be found here. Breath hitching, he took off at a run.

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Two hours was long enough to toss his old cloak and get a new one. Long enough to get a ticket, to buy a real knife, bigger than the tiny folding one he’d taken from uncle Xi’s dresser. Long enough to scrub blood from his trouser and shoes, and finally, to board the ship.

It was a bad idea, said his gut, but he had no other leads.

Celephaïs was nice. It had a lot of nice people. Well, nobody nice rode this vessel. The sailors (flyers?) were rough and smelly. The other passengers were rough and smelly and violent, and had three fights and one murder before the ship even got into the air.

Just Luke would have helped—his knack drove him, sometimes, like a need—but this was a decisive kill, dead before the body hit the deck. They tossed the body overboard when below changed to wilderness.

Just Luke did not try to go down into the hull where the others stayed. He huddled on deck, behind the nets securing cargo, and over the next three days, watched the green and beautiful Dreamlands below wither to brown and ugly wastes.

[chapter four] [masterpost]

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #arthur lester #john doe #dennis collins #luke yang #kiy malevolent #malevolent madness mixup #blood and sand fic #kayne malevolent #oscar malevolent

[sweetbillwriting]

The Real Deal

Part 5 - Never Alone

Description: Bill and Cassandra have been friends a long time and with time realize Cassandra he is her dream but not just him but also his lifestyle.

Characters: AU Single Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: The story will jump from 2001 until present day. This chapter jump between 2015 and 2019.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, drugs, drunkeness, toxic relationship, smut (sort of), sex work, slut shaming.

Notes: Remember that is is fiction and the most of isn't true and is just for entertainment.

"Still haven't heard from him?" 

"Not a word, not even on Facebook." 

"He's such a fucking idiot. You know, he has done this to others too, just completely ignoring them and I don't understand why. Sure his job sucks, but like, come on." 

"But he has contact with you, your family?" 

"Em… Mostly Gustaf, me only a bit. Mom and dad a bit but they are also mad at his behavior." 

Cassie hadn't heard from Bill for months. Not even on her birthday. Last time she heard from him he talked about his new work conditions, the asshole producers and parties that more or less always ended up with him and Landon hungover in their apartment with no memories of the night before. She had been annoyed with him during the whole conversation because he just spoke about his life. His job, his friends, his dreams, his disappointment. Cassie was relieved when the phone call was over. Now, several months later she wished she could just hear him complain again. She missed him so much that she had called Eija just to get some answers but she didn't have many. 

"Do you think… It's drugs or something?" Cassie asked carefully, like she didn't really want to know the answer. 

"It sounds like they smoke a lot. They seem to mostly be inside, smoking and planning their success. It feels like they have some sort of megalomania…" 

Cassie laughed a little. 

"Hasn’t he always had that?" 

Eija laughed. 

"I think my whole family suffers from that to be honest." 

Cassie laughed too and looked around in her dorm room. She had a picture of her, Eija and Bill together pinned on the fairy lights on the wall. It was from a drunken night in Stockholm a couple of years ago. Both siblings looked like models while Cassie felt like she looked like a toad in between them. Now it was early morning on a Sunday while in Sweden it was afternoon. Cassie started to wonder if she maybe bothered Eija. 

"But no drugs then?" 

"No serious drugs. Just weed and some party drugs. I mostly think they are angry little boys locked in the apartment and then they party when the girlfriend is there." 

Cassie sighed. The girlfriend. The crazy actress. She had understood from Bill that they fought a lot. That they both made each other jealous on purpose and she even had hit him a few times. It sounded so toxic as it could be and Cassie didn't even wanna hear it. Her Bill wouldn't do all this shit. Her Bill would never be with such a person and he would definitely not begin to act like it himself. 

"Okay… Thank you, Eija. But please ask him to call me if you're talking to him." 

"Totally. I'm always here for you, Cassie. Especially when Bill is being an asshat and doesn't see that he can lose you." 

× 

Bill was back in Stockholm again. It was always a relief for him to come home to his country. He had his own apartment for six month that he had been decorating himself. First he asked Cassie, mostly because he didn’t have the energy to think about such things by himself but she had refused to help him. It wasn’t to be mean but because she knew Bill could do it himself. He had good taste and even an interest but as soon as he actually needed to do the work he couldn't decide for himself. Because of the lack of help he had been forced to do it by himself and was now quite pleased with the result. It had simple, white walls and polished wooden floors. Classic Scandinavian interior design. He had mostly photo art on the walls but in the living room he had a vintage poster of the solar system. On one wall he also had a drawing. A Pennywise drawing made by Director Andy Muschietti himself. The first he had bought for his apartment was a massive wooden table to have in the dining area. It was maybe the most important thing, except for the bed that was a special bed, extra long because of his height but also because he could move quite a lot when he was asleep. The couch was also big, so that many people could sit comfortably but it also made for lazy days. It was in black velvet with a chrome glass table in front of it. Next to it stood two bookcases in dark wood filled with books. It was probably quite obvious a man lived there. 

Bill walked around in the apartment, thinking about putting on that series everyone was talking about or if he should read the book for a script adaptation he received but he was too restless for those kinds of activities. He was often restless, even if he loved being back in Sweden it was hard to live so… slow. What did others do? 

A thought or a feeling swimmed around in his head which made it even harder to just continue doing nothing. He sat down on the couch and looked at Cassie's number on his phone, then called her without even considering the large time difference in New York. 

Cassie lay awake scrolling her phone even if it was early Sunday. Usually she would sleep until noon but now she wasn't alone. Georg was there, lying behind her with an arm round her waist. They were covered by her dark blue sheets and nothing else. Cassie knew this was the new normal, now when he paid so much but it was annoying to not decide for herself when he could spend the night and when not to. He was probably expecting a quickie before he went home to his big flat with a view over central park. Cassie sighed and tried to move his arm from her body without waking him up. She almost cheered when she succeeded and then stood up without looking at Georg who was lying on his back with his chest of white hair exposed. When Cassie approached the bathroom her phone started to buzz on the nightstand and in a panic she grabbed it and ran to the bathroom. Locked in the bathroom she looked down at her buzzing phone and saw Bill calling. She smiled and answered even if she didn't know how long Georg would stay asleep. 

"Hey," said Bill, then he was quiet. He often did that. Call to just pretend she was close. 

"Did you have a specific reason to call,” Cassie asked while she sat down on the toilet to pee.

"Are you peeing?" He asked. He could hear the familiar sound and smirked. 

"Yeees." 

"Is it nice?" 

"So nice. First pee of the day you know," Cassie said while flushing and washed her hands with her phone pressed between her shoulder and cheek. 

"That one is nice." 

"Mhm. What are you doing Billy? Are you restless?" 

She knew him too well or he was just that easy to read. 

"Yeah… But I also have a question?" 

Cassie put on a robe and looked at her make-up free face in the mirror. 

"So… Larissa and I, well that never happened but as the impulsive idiot I am, I bought a ticket for her to my family's Christmas trip… Do you want to go instead?" He rambled. He did it so she wouldn't focus so much on him and Larissa had stopped seeing each other but he also knew Cassie would still ask about that even if he didn't want to talk about it. He laid on the couch chewing on his pinky as he waited on the question he didn't want to answer.

"Ooh… What happened?" 

Bill sighed. Cassie knew he didn't want to talk about it but she also knew he needed to talk about it and it was most often her who he talked about such things with. 

"Yeah you know, she felt I was more interested in my job than her." 

"I'm sorry Bill but I know how important your job is so it was probably for the best. You will find someone that can accept your work conditions." 

"Sometimes I just think… Maybe I shouldn't have broken up with my ex. It did work pretty good." 

Now it was Cassie's turn to sigh. He had said these things before. Bill wanted safety and wanted that special girl by his side. He didn't like being single and definitely not dating. 

"You didn't want the same thing. You know that. You don't even know what would have happened if you had a child. Maybe she would have then said you must work less." 

Bill was quiet on the line. He played with a lighter he had found on the table and thought, again, that he should start smoking again. 

"Anyway, do you want to come to Thailand with my big awful family? You don't need to pay anything because I've already paid for everything." 

Cassie smiled and thought about it. Bill, calm, tanned, happy. His family, warm, fun and safe. And the luxury. The best hotel, white beaches and exotic restaurants. Larissa was stupid to ditch Bill before the trip. 

"Of course Billy, I would love to." 

×

His legs were spread out on each side of her. Long and hairy with childhood scars on his knees. Cassie dragged her fingers through the hair while Bill played the Swedish game Bulleribock on her back. 

"Bulleri bulleri bock hur många horn står det opp?" 

Cassie tried to feel how many fingers he pressed against her back. 

"Three?" 

"Tre du sa, tre det var bulleri bulleri bock." 

They were finally together again. Together in Gustaf's apartment in Stockholm, in his bed. Gustaf was filming so Bill had his apartment and when he had left Canada, the weird girlfriend and the messy film set, he called Cassie. He had thought a lot about her but was so locked in his bubble he had problems reaching out. He and Landon had felt lonely so unconsciously they had made themself even more lonely. 

He was so happy being with Cassie again, lying in bed and breathing in her scent and calmness. Her caring nature. They laid between the green sheets, Cassie with her head on Bill's bare chest. She played with the hairs around his nipples. It had just grown more and more and she wondered when it would spread out over his chest. 

"He said he needed some time to think… Then a few days later I saw him with another girl at the restaurant I've taken him to on our third date… You know that Lebanese place you showed me," said Cassie and continued to play with his nipple hair. He had asked her about the guy she was seeing and once again the guy had more or less just disappeared. She felt it was her curse, to meet guys that never saw her as the right girl. 

"Ahh gumman, I'm sorry… I knew you liked him," said Bill and took her hand. Cassie looked up at his face and shrugged her shoulders. Bill dragged his other hand over her back, dressed in one of his t-shirts.

"I don't like him anymore. Nothing to grieve. Do you want to tell me what happened to you and that girl now?" 

Bill sighed and dragged his hand over his forehead and back through his messy hair. 

"I don't know what to say really. I don't think anything worked between us. We were so different from each other and just… You know what I mean, we were not good for each other." 

Cassie nodded a little and positioned herself so they could lay face to face. 

"She likes wild parties, drama… She wanted me to spank her and call her a whore and…" 

Cassie smiled a bit amused. 

"Can't you do that? Just be a daddy?" She teased. Bill sighed and rolled his eyes. 

"Sorry, maybe I'm old fashioned but it feels really weird doing such a thing to a woman. I know people like that shit but I think it's just degrading and… I want to be her boyfriend, not her daddy." 

Cassie smiled a little and looked down at Bill's lips for a second. She knew he had those feelings just like the majority of Swedes in the country. Everything should be politically correct and even sex was a political question. He had also been friends with many feminist girls that had called him a pig if he even thought about calling a girl a whore in bed. 

"Wouldn't you even want to try? Just to see how it is?" She asked and again looked down at his lips. 

"Sure with the right girl… Explore when I know it's just between me and her… But she wanted everyone to hear and wanted to cause a scene…" 

Bill dragged a hand over his face and closed his eyes like it was painful to think back on. Cassie understood what he wanted to say but wasn’t able to formulate. He didn't feel safe with that girl. He should be a man and be confident and horny but instead he was the one that felt unsafe. Cassie understood that even if Bill couldn't phrase it. She pressed herself closer to him, hugged him and gave him a kiss and the side of his neck. 

"You're such a good guy, Billy and that's never a bad thing." 

× 

Cassie looked at Bill's broad back spread on Thailand's hot sand on a thin blanket. He had gotten color quite fast but it shifted to a red tone. His scandinavian skin wasn't really made for this sort of weather. Cassie had just come up from the water and looked out over the beach. Eija and her fiancé lay close by in the shadows. They always looked so in love and Cassie could often envy them. There were few who had such a relationship as those two had. Bill turned and looked at her. He had a pair of old sunglasses he had lived in when he was like 24. She had had similar ones just like everyone else but now felt they were outdated. Bill wasn't exactly a trendsetter.

"I'm really glad you came. I don't know who to bug otherwise. It's just couples," he said as he sat up. He had let his facial hair be and he had a shadow of a mustache on the top of his lip. Cassie smiled and fixed her red bikini before sitting down. 

"You have Valter." 

Bill smiled bashfully. 

"We both know he has more in common with Ossian than with me." 

Cassie smirked and brushed away some sand from her knees. Bill and Valter loved each other like brothers do but had a problem finding common ground over more than film and they rarely talked the same language even then. 

"We don't have so much in common either. I have style while you don't. You are pretentious while I'm not…" 

Bill laughed and faked offensiveness. 

"I'm not pretentious!" 

Cassie gave him a pointed look. 

"Come on, even your dad gets nervous to talk about some things with you! You’re suddenly name dropping some philosopher from Taiwan or something!" 

Bill shook his head with a smirk. Cassie smiled at him because both of them knew she was right but they also knew he was pretentious because he was really intelligent and keen to learn. Lots of people thought of him as just an actor but he probably could have been just whatever he liked. 

"So what is your dude doing?" Bill asked, stretching out his long body. The swim shorts sat low on his hips and tight in the front. 

"Who?" Cassie said while watching Bill's body up and down. 

"The older gentleman," Bill said with an old British accent. Cassie looked away. She didn't want to talk about Georg. That was something Bill shouldn't be a part of and that was also a finished chapter. When she had told Georg that she was going away on a trip with a male friend he had lost it. He felt that he paid her enough to just be with him and not "whore around" as he put it. He didn't want her to have contact with any other men and that would have never worked. Especially because of Bill. She needed to have Bill in her life. 

"Oh, that wasn't anything serious. Just a bullshit thing. That's over." 

Bill patted her thigh. 

"Aren't we hopeless? Soon we’ll be thirty and still single." 

Cassie clicked her tongue. 

"That’s not even old. I still feel the same as I did in my early twenties," Cassie said a bit annoyed. She hated when Bill made them sound old. 

"I just thought I wouldn't be alone in my thirties. It seems a bit sad." He said and sat up on the blanket and pushed his sunglasses up on his head. 

"Bill, for having two older brothers that have lived like they are twenty until they were forty you are so conservative. You don't need to have someone just because you are thirty. And you should definitely not be with someone just to not be alone." She said it like she was annoyed at him but she was just annoyed at how much he restrained himself. All this talk about not being alone made her sad for his sake, because he made poor choices because of it. 

Bill was quiet, Cassie was one of few that was totally honest with him. That dared to say the things he didn't want to hear. He knew he didn't need a girlfriend, he knew he didn't need emotional support around the corner but he couldn't stop acting that way. It had become a part of his persona. 

He took Cassie's hand that lay in her lap and played with her fingers between his. He had a bit to learn from Cassie but she had also had something to learn from him. She gave up on people, jobs and interests if they didn't reward her quickly but he wouldn't bring that up now, that would be childish and he didn't want to hurt her. 

"I love you, Cassandra." 

Cassie smiled and looked at their hands. 

"I love you, Bill." 

Just when Cassie sat and felt the warmth in her chest he surprised her by lifting her up and throwing her up on his shoulder. 

"Bill!" She screamed in panic when he started to run down to the water.

"I'm going to punish you for talking like that to me!" He said and ran down in the water while Cassie just screamed. She never liked when he did those kinds of things and he knew it. Sometimes he was like an irritating brother. When the water was deep enough he threw her in. 

In the shadow sat Eija and her fiancé watching them and smiled amused. 

"Why aren't they a couple? Have they ever tried to?" Asked her fiancé and looked between her face and Bill and Cassie. Eija sighed deeply.

"He has. But she doesn't want to. She has always refused him." 

Her fiancé nodded a little, sadly. He knew Bill well now and knew he was a sensitive guy so such a thing must have broken him. 

× 

Even if Bill had said he wanted to lay in bed for weeks after coming home from Canada he agreed to come to a club opening with some friends. Cassie still sat in bed when he turned around with the phone pressed against his cheek.

"That's okay right? I think it can be fun to do something." 

Cassie smiled and unintentionally fixed her hair. It was with friends of Bill's she knew so it could actually be fun.

"Yeah okay." She said and Bill gave her a big smile as an answer while he searched after his socks on the floor. He had managed to put on his jeans while talking on the phone. Now he had a shirt and socks to look for. Cassie still sat in just one of his t-shirts and panties. She hadn't any reason to dress yet. 

When he hung up he had one sock on and his jeans were still unbuttoned. Breathless, after the fight with the socks he turned to Cassie again. 

"So pizza?" 

Cassie laughed a little and stood up and in the bed and threw her arms on Bill's neck. 

"Sure but not that weird one you like to eat!" 

"Oh with peanuts?" He placed her down the bed, passing her jeans to her. 

"And not that one with fries on it!" 

She put on the jeans and her own socks. 

"You have the worst taste in pizza!" Bill said with a dramatic voice and threatened her with his boot. Cassie smirked and put on her own outerwear. 

"It's swedes that have that! Especially you! And don't you dare wear that jacket! It's so fucking ugly!" 

The day went by as they ate and got ready for the club event. Cassie panicked over her outfit while Bill chose to keep the one he had on from earlier that day. Cassie wished she could just wear jeans and a t-shirt but girls couldn't get away with such an outfit at a club opening. People would think she was Bill's assistant or something. She decided to wear a deep purple Herve Leger look-alike dress. 

"Wow," Bill said when he saw her. She stood in front of the hallway mirror putting on a big pair of hoop earrings. 

"Do I look okay?" She asked and looked down at herself.

"You will be the prettiest girl there." 

"Am I overdressed?" 

"Who cares? You look great." 

Bill had words like hot and sexy on his tongue but that was weird to say to a friend. Maybe she would even think he was just joking around. He looked at her up and down again and he felt a bit underdressed but he wouldn't feel comfortable in a dress shirt at a club. Together they went to a friend of Bill's. It was mostly just guys but Cassie had met them many times and she felt comfortable. The friend lived in a big Victorian apartment in the old parts of Stockholm, an apartment his father owned but he "borrowed" from him. Bill's friends were a mix, some super privileged and others that fought hard to afford their one room apartment in Botkyrka. Still Cassie always felt like there was a flair of luxury when she was in Stockholm she couldn't put her finger on why but she always felt a bit like a princess around Bill. 

Bill liked that Cassie could mingle so well with his friends, she was fun, sweet and confident. He liked watching her from afar when she mingled around with his friends but while doing that he also noticed other things. How several of his friends looked at her body in that tight dress, someone that winked their eye at her and another that even offered his lap for her to sit in. Bill just felt his hands tremble and his face flush but wiped it away as just friendly care. He knew his place, that he shouldn't jump in and he knew also Cassie could handle it by herself. His friends may be flirty but they always understood a no. 

The club had some sort of rave theme with neon, blinking lights and bubbles. It was fun for a while but then Bill craved a smoke and Cassie just wanted some fresh air. Bill left Cassie on a bench, after checking it was alright and then walked to the smoking area. He stood around with people dressed as dark as himself. Cassie had realized quickly that she wore totally the wrong outfit. She could never really learn the Swedish dress code, she always felt either overdressed or underdressed. She looked at Bill talking with a brunette. She was probably in her thirties and had a messy updo like she had danced wildly. 

The girl on the bench next to Cassie asked her something in Swedish and pointed to Bill. 

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Swedish." Cassie said politely. 

"Aw, you're British, that's so cute! I just asked if you're here with him?" Said the girl and moved to sit next to Cassie. The girl had long blonde hair and a black skater dress on. 

"Yeah, why?" 

"I know who he is. We actually went to school together." 

"Oh, wow." Cassie smiled. She didn't really know what to say. 

"Are you his girlfriend?" 

Cassie looked at Bill, who still stood with the brunette. She seemed to give his under arm a massage and Cassie furrowed her brows at the odd vision. 

"No, no we're just friends…" said Cassie but continued to look at Bill smiling at the woman in front of him. 

"Okay…" said the blonde but looked at Cassie who couldn't stop watching Bill. 

"You know, when he left Sweden he was cute, really cute but now… He's sexy. There’s quite a few people that have decided they want him." 

"Yeah…" said Cassie and tried to give the girl a smile. It wasn't anything new, she could also see that Bill had changed the years he was away. That he now looked mysterious and sexy. She also understood there were probably many girls in Stockholm that wanted to claim him as their own. Cassie looked at the brunette again, she was older than Bill and looked at him with a perfect mix of care and wonder. Like he was a golden prince. 

Cassie and Bill walked in again and danced with his friends but also got company of the brunette and her friends. They just danced silly and wild. Cassie couldn't really understand how Bill suddenly could be so drunk but she noticed he more and more used her as some sort of pillar to lean on and his eyes becoming heavy. 

"It's time for you to take Billen home now! Before you find him sleeping somewhere!" said one of his friends and gave Cassie an amused smile. Bill had a tendency to fall asleep easily and at weird places when he was drunk. 

"No, no. I'm okay…" said Bill with a lazy voice and dragged a hand over his face. 

"No it's time to go home," said Cassie and took Bill's hands. She felt Bill's friends and the others watching them. "You know, half my pizza is waiting for us in the fridge." She said and dragged him with her. 

"Sov gott kompis!" Shouted his friends while Cassie dragged Bill with her through the club.

Bill was extremely sleepy so Cassie got them a taxi at Slussen even if it wasn't so far to walk but she was afraid Bill wouldn't be able to walk. He was just as sleepy in the taxi but when they were in Gustaf's apartment again he had wolfed down Cassie's pizza leftovers and drank quite a lot of water. With a full belly he perked up a bit. They got ready for bed together, or Bill brushed his teeth then sat at the toilet lid watching Cassie do her procedure. 

"Have you stopped using hand cream as night cream?" Cassie teased. Another time after a night out he thought he would surprise her and do a facial routine too, the problem was just that he took her hand cream instead. 

Bill stuck out his tongue and stretched his arm. 

"I don't feel that tired anymore," he said and played with the elastic of his boxers. Cassie sighed because she actually was. 

"We're going to sleep now. You need it." She said like a determined mother. 

Bill didn't say anything, just followed her to bed. They already had their side of the bed, the same side they always slept on. 

They laid down face to face under the fluffy covers and looked at each other with small smiles. Cassie thought about what that girl had said, that Bill was sexy, it was true but right then and there he was just that cute little boy, with big eyes and an elfish nose. Bill watched Cassie, admired her makeup free face. He had always liked her like that. She looked much younger but still sexy in an innocent way. He breathed heavily and crawled closer to her. Cassie smiled and thought he just wanted to cuddle so she laid her arms around his shoulders but Bill kissed her softly. His lips were wet and plush, like they already were swollen full of kisses. First Cassie just laid shocked but when he kissed her again she kissed back. Bill's hands took a hold of her waist over her t-shirt and continued to caress her back. He did it softly, like how you pat a kitten. They kissed a few times more just as softly and innocent. She knew Bill so well she knew he waited on her to deepen the kiss, to show him it was okay that they went to the next level. She licked his plump bottom lip to make him separate his lips and invite her tongue in. He groaned when they started to kiss passionately and he pushed her t-shirt up a bit to touch her naked hips and waist. Cassie caressed Bill's shoulder and chest but slowly a voice in her head started to get louder and louder. 

This will destroy your friendship. He is your only real friend.

She pulled away from his arms and pushed his chest. Bill let go of her fast and looked at her with his big eyes like he had done something wrong. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry… But you're drunk Bill and… You're my best friend. This is such a bad idea." She rambled. Bill crawled away even more to give her space and nodded a little. 

"We're friends, Bill…" 

"Yeah, yeah…" he said and turned away his eyes. "I'm going to pee…" he said lowly to get away from the situation and went to the bathroom. 

Cassie sat up in bed and hugged a pillow. She was sure that Bill was just drunk and horny. They had been friends for so long, why would he suddenly want to kiss her? He probably missed that actress girl. 

Bill stood in the bathroom, splashing his face and neck with cold water and then looked at his reflection. She had rejected him again. Okay, he was just eleven the first time but it felt the same. He was really friendzoned. He had thought he felt a chemistry between them but obviously he was wrong. He would never try that again, it was humiliating to be rejected and one more time their friendship wouldn’t survive.

When Bill came out Cassie pretended to sleep and it was the best for the both of them because they both felt humiliated. The both of them believed they were the only one with romantic feelings for the other one. 

Their friendship would survive the situation, probably thanks to that fact that both of them had a partner just a few months later. 

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Bulleri Bock - a child game where you push in fingers in a person's back and they will guess how many you hold up. 

Bulleri bulleri goat how many horns stands up? (drumming on the other person's back and then holds up some fingers against the other person's back) 

(The other person is guessing) 

(the person's guess) you said, (the right answer) it was. Bulleri bulleri goat. 

(drumming on the guessing person's back again) 

Gumman - is from the beginning a loveable word for an old lady but is today a pet name for girls. The male version is Gubben. 

Swedish feminism - have been really radical and have roots in swedish social democratic history where everything is politic. It's better now, it peaked with #metoo but after that have other opinions and feministic perspective become okay. 

Botkyrka - Part of Stockholm County that is an area of ​​exclusion and has high criminality. 

Slussen - area that connects Gamla Stan with Södermalm. A common place to expire from when you're in Stockholm. Also known for their constant rebuilding. 

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #fiction #bill skarsgård fanfiction

[spectacular-supernova]

Re: Concert Unwritten Rules - Need Help

Nova! I'm gonna attend the very first (and probably the last) concert in my life! I guess that your CONRT exp must be quite high, so I was wondering if you've amassed some sort of unwritten rules and observations about concert attendance so that I don't accidentally ruin someone's experience out of ignorance or something.

Is it allowed to wave your arms? Shall I collect every trash in the same row I'm sitting in after it's over? How do you tell someone to stop putting flash on their cameras usually?

Or just your general observations about concerts that you wish more people will understand!

Thanks a bunch!

Ooh! I’ve been quite blessed to have gone to a handful of concerts these last few years, so I’d like to think you’ve come to the right person 👀

To answer your questions:

1) It is 100% allowed and even encouraged to stand up and wave your arms like crazy! The fact about concerts is you’re among people who love the music just as much as you do- chances are they‘ll be dancing around too ✌️ Fair warning: if you’re in seats, it’s not uncommon to be placed in front of people who’d prefer to stay seated. You won’t be pestered for it in most cases though- most would agree you’re within your right to enjoy the concert however you want, even if they grumble about it a little to themselves. If you’re ever unsure of what to do though, you can always just follow the flow of the crowd. Even concertos can get rowdy in the right circumstances <(~w~)/

2) This is a very kind gesture that would almost certainly be appreciated by the custodial staff, and I’d hate to steer you away from it. If you have the means to pick up multiple pieces of trash, why not! That said, it’s already a huge help to only pick up after yourself,

3) I’ve found a pretty polite way to ask someone to turn their flash off is first to inform them that their flash is on. If it was unintentional, they’ll probably thank you and turn it off. If it was intentional however, you could always ask them to please tilt it in a way that isn’t blinding you lol. I think the key is to keep your comments lighthearted. That said there are sometimes moments where it is encouraged to have your flash on, but hopefully they’ll be shining it at the band and not in your face!

I’m trying to think of any other nugget of information I may have for ya… I guess if you come across any grumpy-looking people, try not to take their behavior too much to heart? Some people don’t like to get up, and others have RBF. My sister doesn’t get up at concerts if she doesn’t recognize the song for example, and she gets anxious in large crowds which causes her to look a little grumpy. It doesn’t mean she’s judging everyone else for having a good time! She’s just overstimulated and trying to ground herself by staying still.

Oh, another tip would be to carry some earplugs. Don’t worry, it won’t block out the music! If anything it kind of amplifies it? But anyway it’s solely for protecting your eardrums from particularly loud sounds and cheers and speakers. I don’t anticipate you developing damage to your hearing after just one concert so if you opt out it’s no big deal. That said, I always walk out of concerts with ringing ears when I forget to bring my earplugs, so if this happens to you, here’s a tip: You can minimize/eliminate the ringing by placing your palms over your ears, and drumming lightly on the back of your head for at least 15 seconds. That should do the trick! If not, a simple good night’s rest should be enough to get things back in order.

Hmm what else… I guess the only other thing I can think of is to take care around mosh pits? You mentioned seats so you should be ok, but a mosh pit may happen whenever people are standing shoulder to shoulder on an open floor. It’s basically a little mob of people running around shoving each other in a circle. It’s not hard to avoid, the crowd naturally forms a big enough circle to accommodate for it, but if you ever find yourself too close to the action, no one will be offended if you guide/push people who stumble too close to you back into the circle. Take care of yourself though!

Uhmmm… it’s become standard practice for artists to pretend to end a show then come back for the true finale once the audience asks for an encore, so make sure to linger in case another song starts playing 👀 Unless you want to get to your transportation early to beat the traffic haha. Also, I’ve only ever seen one artist come back for two encores, so if the artist leaves after the first encore it’s probably safe to assume they’re done. Especially if the brighter event lights used for visibility come back on.

That’s all I can think of at the moment… I’ll have to consult my other concert going friends for any tips I may have missed… otherwise! I hope this helped somewhat :)

#ask Nova anything #hope this helped a little! I’d love to hear about the concert when you come back #hopefully I’m not too late with this response tho haha..

[cryingadultchild]

One has only to think about it and goosebumps [2022.09.27]

Ah, the whole life really one continuous "struggle": Even on days that seem "easy" - Unconsciously fight exactly for it (body and soul try to defend themselves or just give up) (check it out) Even an ordinary day can become "madness": Everything, in fact, is always about "survival" (just think about it as deeply as possible) "Isn't it exciting?" Boiling blood; bone-chilling horror "A world about which we know everything and nothing, We, with whom exactly the same" (unpredictability is absolute and omnipresent) Every day is like a game of "don't go crazy": Not to go to the extreme, looking for balance, also Not forgetting that there does not exist an ideal one (isn't it the most difficult and dangerous game?) "Get along with yourself, get along with everything else" The human psyche is so shaky: Even those who are more fortunate with this - "It's so easy to stumble (always)" (check it out) Even an ordinary day can become "madness": Everything, in fact, is always about "survival" (just think about it as deeply as possible) "Isn't it exciting?" Boiling blood; bone-chilling horror "A world about which we know everything and nothing, We, with whom exactly the same" (unpredictability is absolute and omnipresent) "Are people born bad or good from the very beginning?" No matter how much think and don't guess - Everyone has their own answer (the one that is "right and wrong at the same time" too) The unknown, in which I wish to assume that "Even the 'saints' can easily step Into the black ways" (we are so 'unstable') Like "calculator" of the last century wooden scores: Overtake at least all day back and forth, (and life is not enough) To remove all the shortcomings, and where it is worth determining What could have been left (which should have been added) "And that's just what's inside" (and already level 1000 can be) (yes, check it out) Even an ordinary day can become "madness": Everything, in fact, is always about "survival" (just think about it as deeply as possible) "Isn't it exciting?" Boiling blood; bone-chilling horror "A world about which we know everything and nothing, We, with whom exactly the same" (unpredictability is absolute and omnipresent) Indeed, even "simple" things can be "over"...... It is curious: if "the stars shine brighter only in the dark", Does it mean that precisely because we are so "insignificant" - "We are incredible"? Don't know (as and always) Must be just a "point of view" again (there is no "right answer" here) "Even talking about all this, I'm already so damn tired" (check it out) Even an ordinary day can become "madness": Everything, in fact, is always about "survival" (just think about it as deeply as possible) "Isn't it exciting?" Boiling blood; bone-chilling horror "A world about which we know everything and nothing, We, with whom exactly the same" (unpredictability is absolute and omnipresent) Yes, yes, the whole life of "survive to fight": As soon as you step over yourself, The world outside is always waiting for you As soon as you find at least some balance, you will immediately fall (stop lying) At the same time, as "life is beautiful" she is true and so terrible (there is no hiding it) How "really simple" - too many things are never "simple" here "At least, since everything depends from the angle of view - Have seen it? Have checked it?" Even an ordinary day can become "madness": Everything, in fact, is always about "survival" (just think about it as deeply as possible) "Isn't it exciting?" Boiling blood; bone-chilling horror Despite all the amazing colors and things - you can't deny That "heavy, complex and difficult" is always much more (not to see this "huge screaming black") Even, seemingly, with "little things" - everything is absolutely Saturated with unpleasantness, sadness or sadness and cruelty (dig in deeper and deeper into it) When you say "to put up with this Imperfection; There is even beauty in it" - how much is it possible for you? Even when "so and there is in one" - what will you do with everything else? (talking about the obvious things again) I just wanted to say (again) that everything really and always "Survival, and then struggle" It is impossible to deny the weight, cruelty and complexity (everything, must be, and there is "chaos" which cannot be completely ordered and unraveled) (so bad) 'Having fun' again, Turning an ordinary day into 'madness': (think about all this as deeply as possible) "At least some feelings - I cause excitement" Boiling blood; bone-chilling horror "A world in which we understand everything and nothing, We, with whom exactly the same" (emptiness is absolute and omnipresent) Although, some things are and (maybe) Should be exactly "empty" (baseless)

#littleStaR7

[empty-dream]

Just watched One Piece: Red

Idol concert, One Piece edition

I mean, I did know about that before I watched it but I didn't expect it'd be as accurate as that phrase.

I'm still amazed that I could go so long seeing Uta fanarts everywhere and still not getting spoiler whatsoever until I actually watched it.

Around 30 minutes into the movie, that's when it interests me.

This is a movie for you Bepo fans. Fucking finally.

And for you Koby fans as well.

And for Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates well. But ngl when Red was first teased, I really wished it was Shanks-centric, as impossible as it sounded. He is still a very important figure tho in the movie. Probably the movie is to hype Shanks and his crew's role in the new era for the final arc.

Uta and Luffy's friendship is so cute! Her teasing him whenever he loses.

I joke a lot about Law's fashionable styles but here I was like "Law what the hell are you wearing lmaoo are you trying to be Sunny Go 2.0"

Uta's design is adorable! Truly idol-like.

I enjoy the songs too. Especially the ones on the crazier side, if you get what I mean.

Spoilers below

I could smell that Uta is some kind of messiah-wannabe from her first appearance and performance. But about being batshit crazy about it, I really didn't see it coming. I didn't know that she's essentially the villain of the movie, a stark contrast to previous movies' middle aged male villains.

Like I said, after the first 30 mins, the vibe starts to change, the song starts to shift its tone, the animation gets trippier, and everyone's initial perception of Uta is smashed into pieces.

Her plan is basically pull an isekai on the entire world and put them in her dream world where her concert and free food are 24/7. Only that her isekai version is the one where the transported people go into coma first. Then die, if-when- she dies as well.

But as warped as she is, she really doesn't want anyone to die. See how desperate she is to heal people who get shot right in front her eyes.

Juxtaposed with her own plan, she doesn't seem to realize that her own plan also involves depriving her viewers of their daily life and in the end, their actual life because nobody runs the world when everyone's asleep.

Does she even know that the mushrooms aren't gonna keep her awake forever? At this point I’m assuming that she is incapable to spot the flaws and hypocrisy in her ambition, either due to self-centered idealism or simple but deadly ignorance. As far as she is concerned, she is just moving people from point A to point B, the version of them in front of her still alive.

Well, girl is raised all alone for like a decade in a razed country and forms her own opinion after binge-watching the Youtube equivalent of One Piece without adult supervision or another point of view. No wonder she becomes like that.

I know Gordon did his best but man, he could have supervise Uta more. There is the huge burden from the incident and hiding the truth from her so maybe that's why. But you have the voice of THE Kenjiro Tsuda so that's a plus.

The Red-Haired Pirates are the MVP. Not gonna lie.

The Tot Musica scene really reminds me of Madoka Magica for some reason. Actually, when Uta starts to slip, that's some Madoka Magica shit already for me.

The last scene of Uta and Luffy. :'''((( IIRC he didn't smile did he...

No, the movie doesn't answer whether or not Shanks and Makino are in a relationship, or if her child's father is possibly him.

In terms of overall hype and execution, this movie isn't better than its direct predecessor Stampede (which is the best OP movie imo and I never put any expectation that Red can best it), Strong World or Z. But in terms of trippy, darker-ish tone, it brings a fresh air as it reminds me of Baron Omatsuri (which is still way more fucked up tho).

TL:DR Maybe if I have a voice like Ado, I too would be convinced I could save the world with it.

#one piece red #one piece #random saying #opspoilers